And,--he stole a measuring sidelong glance at her, just as he had done thousands of times in the past four months,--here she was in the private machine of the President of the Great Western Film Company, with that great man himself talking to her as to his honored guest.

She had seen herself featured alone at one of the biggest motion-picture theaters in Los Angeles; so well known that "Jean, of the Lazy A" was deemed all-sufficient as information and advertisement.

She had reached what seemed to Robert Grant Burns the final heights.

And the girl sat there, calm, abstracted, actually not listening to Dewitt when he talked! She was not even thinking about him! Robert Grant Burns gave her another quick, resentful glance, and wondered what under heaven the girl WAS thinking about.
As a matter of fact, having accepted the fact that she seemed to have made a success of her pictures, her thoughts had drifted to what seemed to her more vital.

Had she done wrong to come away out here, away from her problem?
The distance worried her.