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Annie had responded, with her quiet smile. "See if that fits you!" They had been up in Mrs. von Behrens's big bedroom, where that lady was looking at a newly arrived box of gowns. "That" was the frail, embroidered coat of what Norma thought the prettiest linen suit she had ever seen. "It's charming on you, you little slender thing," Annie had said.
"Were you angry at me, Norma?" he asked, in a quiet, businesslike voice. "Angry?" she echoed, surprised. But her colour rose. "No, Chris. Why should I be?" "There is no reason why you should be, of course," he answered, simply, almost indifferently. And immediately he went by her and into his room. On the memorable night of her first grand opera Norma and Chris dined at Mrs. von Behrens's.
The very maids at Mrs. Melrose's house knew that Miss Sheridan was never available any more, never to be traced to the club, to young Mrs. Liggett's, or to Mrs. von Behrens's house, with a telephone message or an urgent letter.
Norma's blood was dancing, her head was in a whirl, she was hardly conscious that this soaring and singing soul of hers had a body. At eight she and Mrs. Melrose went to Mrs. von Behrens's, and Norma and Chris went through the song again and again and again, for the benefit of a small circle of onlookers.
The truth was that there was a doctor there whose advice was deemed valuable to Caroline, but Norma did not know that. Norma did not know the truth, either, about Mrs. von Behrens's sudden graciousness toward her, but it made her happy. Annie had become friendly and hospitable toward the newcomer in the family for only one reason.
Leslie's bulldog, pulling on his strap, kept her moving rapidly, and girl and dog exacted from almost all the passers-by that tribute of glances to which Norma was now beginning to be accustomed. She was walking to Mrs. von Behrens's after an unusually harmonious luncheon with old Mrs. Melrose.
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