Later she remembered that she had news for him, and wondered how she could have forgotten it.
“Noel, I meant to have told you before. About Chiozzi. You haven’t heard, have you?”
“Chiozzi? No. What about him?”
“He’s dead. He was stabbed—by that pretty dancer, Mlle. Pauline, they think.”
Noel looked concerned.
“That’s the worst news I’ve heard in a long time.”
“The worst? What do you mean?”
“It’s most upsetting, in fact. Connie told me the other day that Petrovitch’s second wife, an American, had just divorced him.”
“Well? I’m not surprised at that.”
“Well, don’t you see? She’ll marry Petrovitch now, and be miserable forever after.”