“From your experience?” she asked with bitter nostrils.
Wilfred walked along Fifty-Ninth street, bemused with wonder. How extraordinary! How extraordinary! . . . Well, after all I didn’t do so badly, considering . . . !
PART FIVE: HUSBANDS
PART FIVE
I
Elaine Kaplan was writing a letter in the room that the servants called Madame’s boudoir; but Elaine called it her sitting-room. Boudoir was a word she detested. There was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” she sang out.