Annan had every intention of going to Jane Street. But Barry Annan was
that kind of busy man who takes the most convenient diversion in the
interims of work.
He wrote a note to Eris, promising to stop in very soon; but week-ends
interfered. Then, in August, a house party at Southampton, another in
Saratoga for the races, and the remaining two weeks trout fishing in
the Maine forests, convicted him as the sort of social liar everybody
understands.
But Eris was not anybody yet. She did not understand. There was not a
single evening she had not waited for him, not daring to go out lest
she miss him.
Only when the Betsy Blythe Company departed on location did Eris
abandon hope and pack her little satchel for the Harlem & Westchester
train.
* * * * *
Annan, at Portage Camps, had a letter from Betsy Blythe on location,
dated from Cross River in Westchester.
“Our first picture is called ‘The Real Thing,’” she wrote, “and
we’re shooting all our exteriors while the foliage lasts. This is
a wonderful spot for that--everything within a mile--and perfect
weather.
“Frank Donnell is my director--a dear! And Stoll is our
camera-man--none better in the profession. Our people are pretty
good,--one or two miscast, I fear,--and we can get all the extras we
can use, right here,--it’s hick-stuff, my dear, and there’s poods of
it at hand.
“My people bought Quilling’s novel for $50,000. You should have heard
Levant scream! But Dick Quilling can’t be had for nothing, and
Crystal Gray herself did the continuity.
“I’m afraid to tell you how our footage stands--and no interiors so
far. But our sets will be few and will cost nothing.
“Why should Tobacco shriek? We have our release already through the
Five Star, and we get back our cost of production. Isn’t that sound
business?
“Besides, five weeks should be sufficient for studio shooting. We get
the Willow Tree Studios. Frank Donnell will do the cutting in the
Lansing Laboratories, and use their projection rooms.
“I’ve a peach of a part if I’m up to it. Nobody else near me. Wally
Crawford plays opposite--a very trying kid--the good-looking, smarty,
rather common sort--all plastered hair and eyelashes--you know?
“The other principals will do.
“I’m _very_ happy, Barry. I could even believe you sincere if you
were here--I mean believe it for an hour or two of Westchester
moonlight.
“I write Dad and Mother every night. They’ve been out here in the car
several times. Rosalind motored out Sunday. We had an awfully good
time.
“Don’t you want to come up before we strike our tents and beat it for
the Bronx?
“Yours contentedly,
“BETSY B.
“P. S.--I forgot to say that your little protégée, Eris, does
extremely well whatever is required of her. She plays one of those
self-conscious rustics, half educated, vain, credulous, and with a
capacity for a world of mischief. I’m a pig, I suppose, but I’m glad
Crystal Gray cut the part to slivers. Eris has no experience and no
training, of course, but she screens well, is intelligent, and does
exactly what Frank Donnell tells her to do.
“She comes, diffidently, to sit in my hammock with me after dinner,
and curls up like a tired kitten. But, like a kitten, she is
receptive, responsive, ready to play or be talked to--an unspoiled,
generous nature already actively forming a character the daily
development of which is very interesting to watch.
“I told her I was writing to you. She asks, _very_ shyly, to be
‘faithfully remembered.’
“I, also, but _not_ faithfully.
“BETSY.”