“And I are not exactly thistledown when we float around, while you are just as light as a feather. And if you don’t show up on the second, it’ll knock the bottom out of the jolliest dance of the year.”
“You get after that lobster or you’ll be late for the good old walloping America’s going to give you.”
“Sure you won’t come and share a humble crust at the Berkeley?”
Miss Chicago was quite sure.
“Well, so long. But if you don’t show up on the second it’ll be real mean.”
With every appearance of reluctance Bill and his dog moved slowly away in a northwesterly direction.
The eyes of Miss Du Rance followed them wistfully until they passed from view. Then she got up and took the opposite path, which led among other places to the Army and Navy Stores. Already a new fire had been kindled in her strong young heart.
XXXIII
IT was rather late in the afternoon when Mame returned to Half Moon Street. She had powlered up and down a bit, had had a cup of tea at the Stores, and had given some time to examining various novelties with an eye to Celimene’s weekly letter. But she was still feeling decidedly miserable.
Lady Violet was out. She generally was at this hour of the day. Mame took off her hat and then sat doggedly down at the typewriter. There was plenty of work to be done; and she decided to go on doing it just as if nothing had happened.