CHAPTER XXVIIIKonrad was at the opera the next night. It was during all the flutter and stir of the first entr’acte that Hilary heard a certain buzzing about her: “There, that’s Konrad! The tall one, with the bushy black hair and the moustache!”
Hilary, who had taken Rose West’s place with her husband, and with her fine-looking old father, for this occasion, because Rose wanted to go to a dance, was standing with Walter West in the almost emptied orchestra seats, talking animatedly with a dozen or more persons who were, like herself, surging about for the few minutes of relaxation. The entire great lighted floor of the immense building was filled with moving and scattering forms; women with their great furred wraps slipping from their bare shoulders, with jewels gleaming upon their hands
