CHAPTER XXVIHilary presently walked out into the sharp, shining air. She went up to the new apartment, met Craig’s mother there, lunched later with her, and with Craig, at the Plaza, chatted with a fine earnest woman there regarding the music for a Charity Bazaar, walked downtown and stopped at one or two shops, read signs, avoided traffic, looked into beautiful windows, and finally came home weary at five o’clock, to find a charming little Madame Le Noir calling—a bride, who had met Miss Collier at a tea, and who was hungry for the sound of her own language. Hilary and she talked of Paris for an hour, and the young Denise told her husband later that Miss Collier’s great charm was that she was so sympathetic, so absorbed in what one had to say.
But as a matter of fact, during this entire
