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Updated: June 28, 2025
Two-eighteen knew she lied, because at that moment there came round the bend in the broad, marble stairway that led up from the parlour floor the trim, slim figure of Julia herself. Two-eighteen took a quick step forward. "Here, girl! I'll want you to hook me in fifteen minutes," she said. "Very well, ma'am," replied Julia softly.
Sadie and Julia watched them from the corner nook. Opposite the desk Two-eighteen stopped and turned to Julia. "Just run into my room and pick things up and hang them away, will you?" she said. "I didn't have time and I hate things all about when I come in dead tired." The little formula of service rose automatically to Julia's lips. "Very well, madam," she said.
My regular job is working. Don't jerk, please. I've fastened this one three times." "Working!" laughed Two-eighteen, fingering the diamonds at her throat. "What does a pretty girl like you want to do that for?" "Hook off here," said Julia. "Shall I sew it?" "Pin it!" snapped Two-eighteen. Julia's tidy nature revolted. "It'll take just a minute to catch it with thread "
She handed a powder-puff to Julia and turned her back to the broad mirror, holding a hand-glass high as she watched the powder-laden puff leaving a snowy coat on the neck and shoulders and back so generously displayed in the cherry-coloured gown. Julia's face was set and hard. "Oh, now, don't sulk!" coaxed Two-eighteen good-naturedly, all of a sudden. "I hate sulky girls.
Two-eighteen breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to face the mirror. "It starts at the left, three hooks; then to the centre; then back four under the arm and down the middle again. That chiffon comes over like a drape."
She turned squarely to face Julia, trying on her the tricks she had practised in the mirror. A little cruel look came into Julia's face. "Last year's, isn't it?" she asked coolly. "This!" cried Two-eighteen, stiffening. "Last year's! I got it yesterday on Fifth Avenue, and paid two hundred and fifty for it. What do you " "Oh, I believe you," drawled Julia.
Two-eighteen, in her shimmering, flame-coloured costume, was coming down the hall toward the elevators. She walked with the absurd and stumbling step that her scant skirt necessitated. With each pace the slashed silken skirt parted to reveal a shameless glimpse of cerise silk stocking. In her wake came Venner, of Two-twenty-three a strange contrast in his black and white.
"No objection to that," said the young doctor, reaching for the desk 'phone. "Two-eighteen, please. Two-eighteen? How is your patient to-night? That so? H-m-m! Oh, this is Miss Gray talking? H-m-m! Thanks." And he hung up the receiver. "The patient is doing very well exceptionally well. Would you care to leave any message?"
Then her expression changed. A look of consternation came into her face. "Right away, madam!" she said, at the telephone. "Right away! You won't have to wait another minute." She hung up the receiver and waved Julia away with a gesture. "It's Two-eighteen. You promised to be there in fifteen minutes. She's been waiting and her voice sounds like a saw. Better be careful how you handle her."
Two-eighteen whirled about in one of the sudden hot rages of her kind: "Pin it, you fool! Pin it! I told you I was late!" Julia paused a moment, the red surging into her face. Then in silence she knelt and wove a pin deftly in and out. When she rose from her knees her face was quite white. "There, that's the girl!" said Two-eighteen blithely, her rage forgotten. "Just pat this over my shoulders."
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