She had said that she and Lite were on their way to Los Angeles, and would be there all winter.

He had patted her shoulder with a tragic apathy in his manner, and had said that the change would do her good.

And that was all she could remember that they had talked about.

And then the guard came, and-- That is what she was thinking about while the big, purple machine slid smoothly through the tunnel, negotiated a rough stretch where the street-pavers were at work, and sped purring out upon the boulevard that stretched away to Hollywood and the hills.

That was what she kept hidden behind the "eternal calm" that so irritated Robert Grant Burns and so delighted Dewitt and so interested Jim Gates, who studied her for what "copy" there was in her personality.
It was the same when, the next day, Dewitt himself took her over to the big plant which he spoke of as the studio.