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Updated: June 4, 2025
The over-rouged young lady followed her with a brief, bitter glance then turned again to the weak-chinned waiter and took up her argument. "You better go up and tell him I'm here," she said defiantly, "or I'll go up myself." "No, you don't!" said George sternly. The girl smiled sardonically.
The blind was not drawn, and the weak sunlight played upon her features. She was over-powdered and over-rouged, made up like all the smart women of her world, but her features were still good and her eyes delightful. "Ah, monsieur," she said, "but that would be doubly imprudent. It is not, surely, well for monsieur to be seen too much in Paris to-day?
Better, verily, to live among anchorites and goat-herds, than with our gilded, false, over-rouged populace though it call itself 'good society. Though it call itself 'nobility. But there all is false and foul, above all the blood thanks to old evil diseases and worse curers.
Over-powdered, over-rouged, with hair at least two shades nearer copper coloured than last time he had seen her, badly but showily dressed, it was his friend from the Alhambra whose welcoming smile Wrayson received with a thrill of interest. She was seated at a small table with a slightly less repulsive edition of herself, and her smile changed at once into a gesture of invitation.
Invariably they were of the same type. There was the same monotonous sameness in the gaudy decorations and furnishings; the same hilarious crowd in the café downstairs; the same overdressed, over-rouged women in the elevator and halls. They enjoyed in common the same class of patronage blonde ladies with lengthy visiting-lists of gentlemen callers.
A few minutes later, wrapped in her crimson opera cloak, she flitted down a side-stairs, her cheeks glowing with excitement at her little adventure. She ran by a couple who stood at the door a weak-chinned waiter and an over-rouged young lady, in hot dispute and opening the outer door stepped into the warm May night.
"No, I didn't hear him arrive," Flora Miles faltered, her handkerchief dabbing at her trembling, over-rouged lips. "I see," Dundee said slowly. He stepped into the little room, leaving Karen to stand weakly against the door frame. Without a word to Mrs. Miles he looked closely at the top of the dressing-table and into the small wastebasket that stood beside it.
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