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“that bed seems to be the most beautiful thing in the world at this moment.”
    When she did go to the theater, she was easily bored. Whenever the action of the play was not swift, Miss Goering would catch her looking down into her lap and playing with her fingers.
    She seemed now to feel more violently about Miss Goering’s activities than she did about her own, although she did not listen so sympathetically to Miss Goering’s explanations of herself as she had in the beginning.
    On Wednesday afternoon Miss Gamelon and Miss Goering were sitting underneath the trees in front of the house. Miss Goering was drinking whisky and Miss Gamelon was reading. The maid came out and announced to Miss Goering that she was wanted on the telephone.
    The call was from Miss Goering’s old friend Anna, who invited her to a party the following night. Miss Goering came back out on the lawn, very excited.
    â€œI’m going to a party tomorrow night,” she said, “but I don’t see how I can wait until then—I look forward to going to parties so much and I am invited to so few that I scarcely know how to behave about them. What will we do to make the hours pass until then?” She took both Miss Gamelon’s hands in her own.
    It was getting a little chilly. Miss Goering shivered and smiled. “Do you enjoy our little life?” she asked Miss Gamelon.
    â€œI’m always content,” said Miss Gamelon, “because I know what to take and what to leave, but you are always at the mercy.”
    Miss Goering arrived at Anna’s looking flushed and a little overdressed. She was wearing velvet and Miss Gamelon had fastened some flowers in her hair.
    The men, most of whom were middle-aged, were standing together in one corner of the room, smoking and listening to each other attentively. The ladies, freshly powdered, were seated around the room, talking very little. Anna seemed to be a little tense, although she was smiling. She wore a hostess gown adapted from a central European peasant costume.
    â€œYou will have drinks in a minute,” she announced to her guests, and then, seeing Miss Goering, she went over to her and led her to a chair next to Mrs. Copperfield’s without saying a word.
    Mrs. Copperfield had a sharp little face and very dark hair. She was unusually small and thin. She was nervously rubbing her bare arms and looking around the room when Miss Goering seated herself in the chair beside her. They had met for many years at Anna’s parties and they occasionally had tea with each other.
    â€œOh! Christina Goering,” cried Mrs. Copperfield, startled to see her friend suddenly seated beside her, “I’m going away!”
    â€œDo you mean,” said Miss Goering, “that you are leaving this party?”
    â€œNo, I am going on a trip. Wait until I tell you about it. It’s terrible.”
    Miss Goering noticed that Mrs. Copperfield’s eyes were brighter than usual. “What is wrong, little Mrs. Copperfield?” she asked, rising from her seat and looking around the room with a bright smile on her face.
    â€œOh, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Copperfield, “that you wouldn’t want to hear about it. You can’t possibly have any respect for me, but that doesn’t make any difference because I have the utmost respect for you. I heard my husband say that you had a religious nature one day, and we almost had a very bad fight. Of course he is crazy to say that. You are gloriously unpredictable and you are afraid of no one but yourself. I hate religion in other people.”
    Miss Goering neglected to answer Mrs. Copperfield because for the last second or two she had been staring at a stout dark-haired man who was walking heavily across the room in their direction. As he came nearer, she saw that he had a pleasant face with wide jowls that protruded on either side but did not hang down as they do on most obese persons. He was dressed