CHAPTER XXXVBut Hilary and Konrad were not more than half a mile away, after all. They had driven up the Avenue for only a few moments, had whisked through the foyer of an old hotel, and had been safe, since half-past five o’clock, in the quiet and warmth and restfulness of the lofty, elegant old rooms that had sheltered many and many a bride. The great windows of the suite looked down at the Avenue three stories below; an opal twilight lingered above the big stone buildings; omnibuses moved through a golden haze that ended far down toward the square.
The usual thousands were coming and going; motors honked and scuttled; women in bright spring headgear gathered at the crossings or lingered at the windows where hats and gowns were displayed. Hilary, standing in the window embrasure, with K
