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The judge and his wife were true music-lovers and didn't attend the opera for social reasons. Nevertheless, they knew, seemingly, every one of importance in the artistic, financial, professional, and social world. During the entr'actes, the judge pointed out to Clancy persons with whom he was acquainted. Ordinarily, Clancy would have been thrilled at the mere sight of the demi-gods and goddesses. To-night, they left her cold. Yet, out of courtesy, she professed interest.
"And there's my little friend Darcy," she heard the judge say.
She roused herself from abstraction, an abstraction in which she was mentally reviewing the acting and singing of the superb Farrar.
"Who is he?" she asked.
The judge smiled.
"Munitions. Used to live in Pennsylvania. Now he dwelleth in the Land of Easy Come."
For a second, her thoughts far away, Clancy did not get the implication. Then she replied.