Through the new nose veil she made round questioning eyes.
"Certainly. Haven't you heard that maman is patronne for an evening of Racine?"
"And you, too, dread it?"
"No, I simply avoid it."
"Moi aussi!"
Mademoiselle could go with mother and the Glenworthy girls. It would be a glimpse of heaven for her and she could translate anything they couldn't understand.
"So come to the movies!"
She yielded, laughing. "But I must be through in time to get down to a studio on Ninth Street for tea. A man is doing a portrait of my precious twinnies that I promised to come and criticize. Oh, Maurice, I really dread it! I can't tell you why—yes, I think I will, after all! You see, I'm terribly afraid he's in love with me, poor darling—I can tell you this, you being you, without being afraid that you'll think I'm conceited, it's simply that it's such a problem, I don't know what to
