"Must you go?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Then so must I," said Fitzie hastily. "It's been just lovely to see you, Mabel dear."
"I was hoping Van Troppfer would get in before you left.... He'll be disappointed not seeing you."
The Worthington girl went with them to the door. As they turned the corner of the red-carpeted hall Nan had a glimpse of her smiling at them from the half open door, tall and dark against a streak of light.
They walked down the stairs and out on the street in silence. Then Fitzie turned suddenly to Nan and said:
"Isn't she just wonderful?... Now you must tell me what you think of her. O, she's the girl who'll have a career."
"I suppose her vulgarity was to be expected. She wears her clothes beautifully, doesn't she?"
"Well, she always did do that. Everybody admitted her to be the best dressed girl in the orchestra."
"I wonder where she learned it?"