Her huge, warm, hazel green eyes watched him with fascination as he told her his vision for the motion picture industry, and she sat still with her hands folded in her lap. Christina had a capacity for stillness he hadn’t seen in very many people. It was very restful. The quality in her made him happy. He appreciated her for not interrupting, too, since his vision seemed to be standing on shaky feet these days. Eventually, his voice trailed out. Most of the Peerless people had gone into the dining room, and Martin knew he and Christina would have to join them soon, or somebody would come looking for them. He didn’t want to have to explain their tardiness. “I had no idea,” Christina said at length. He grinned sheepishly. “So . . . do you think I’m a fool for believing the pictures can be used for universal good? I know that sounds pompous, especially considering the state of the world these days.” Christina’s bosom lifted in a soft sigh. “You don’t sound foolish, Martin.
