"Oh, Indiana!" Undine held her in a close embrace, and then drew away to say: "I'm so glad I found you. You must go round with me everywhere. There are lots of people here I want you to know."
Mrs. Rolliver's expression changed from vague sympathy to concentrated interest. "I suppose it's awfully gay here? Do you go round a great deal with the American set?"
Undine hesitated for a fraction of a moment. "There are a few of them
who are rather jolly. But I particularly want you to meet my friend the
Marquis Roviano—he's from Rome; and a lovely Austrian woman, Baroness
Adelschein."
Her friend's face was brushed by a shade of distrust. "I don't know as I care much about meeting foreigners," she said indifferently.
Undine smiled: it was agreeable at last to be able to give Indiana a "point" as valuable as any of hers on divorce.
"Oh, some of them are awfully attractive; and THEY'LL make you meet the
Americans."
Indiana caught this on the bound: one began to see why she had got on in spite of everything.
"Of course I'd love to know your friends," she said, kissing Undine; who answered, giving back the kiss:
"You know there's nothing on earth I wouldn't do for you."
Indiana drew back to look at her with a comic grimace under which a shade of anxiety was visible. "Well, that's a pretty large order. But there's just one thing you CAN do, dearest: please to let Mr. Rolliver alone!"