51] [Pg 51] “Perhaps he’s going to marry her!” suggested the fat one. “Nonsense!” said the first girl sharply. “She’s not his kind. Imagine the magnificent Mrs. Van Rensselaer mothering anything that wore a nineteen ninety-eight coat from Simon’s! Can you? Besides, they say he’s going to marry the Countess Lenowski when she gets her second divorce.” “I don’t think that girl would marry a man like Murray Van Rensselaer,” spoke the thoughtful one. “She has too much character. She had a remarkable face.” “Oh, you can’t tell by a face,” shrugged a slim one with a sharp black lock of hair pasted out on her cheek, and a sinuous body. “She can’t be much or she wouldn’t let him buy her clothes!” “She didn’t!” said the first speaker sharply. “I heard her say, ‘I wouldn’t think she would like that, Murray, it’s too noticeable. I’m sure a nice girl wouldn’t like that as well as the blue chiffon.’” “H’m!” said the slim one. “Looks as if she must be a relative or something. Did anybody get her name?” “The address on the box was Elizabeth Chapparelle,” contributed a pale little errand girl who had stood by listening. “Elizabeth!” said the thoughtful one. “She looked like an Elizabeth.” “But if they weren’t for her that wouldn’t have been her name,” persisted the fat one. “I thought I heard him call her Bessie once,” said the little errand girl— [Pg 52] [Pg 52] “Then he was buying for some one of his old girls that is going to be married,” suggested the slim one contemptuously. “Probably this girl is a friend of them both.” “Hush! Madame is coming! Which one did he take? The Lanvin green?” “Both. He told Madame to send them both! Yes, Madame, I’m coming!” A boy in a mulberry uniform with silver buttons entered.
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