Nancy turned. “You’ve heard of it?”
“Heard of it! My dear, there have been some parties given here!”
Swift indignation swept the color into Nancy’s cheeks. The insinuating tone more than the words angered her. “Don’t talk like that!” Her eyes flashed black as they sometimes did in a big scene.
Lilla looked up wickedly. “Crazy about him, aren’t you?”
The color went, leaving her white. “Of course not.”
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] “Well, don’t let him know it—that’s all I have to say.”
She powdered her nose, head perked to one side, guided a brush over hair dense-dark as velvet, added a touch of mascaro to her lashes, and turning to the maid who had just come in asked whether her dress was hooked all the way up the back.
“I do envy you, Nancy,” she frowned, taking in the other girl’s graceful figure in swathing black satin, relieved only by a splash of green fan. “One of these days—soon—I’m going to have a maid and not break my neck gathering myself together after the show.”
As they went out Lilla linked her arm in Cunningham’s.
“Do you live in this heavenly place?” she asked.