I want the Addisons and Mr.Rambaud to like you." A hint was more than sufficient for Aileen, though really it was not needed.

On arriving at Chicago she had sought and discovered a French maid.

Although she had brought plenty of dresses from Philadelphia, she had been having additional winter costumes prepared by the best and most expensive mistress of the art in Chicago--Theresa Donovan.

Only the day before she had welcomed home a golden-yellow silk under heavy green lace, which, with her reddish-gold hair and her white arms and neck, seemed to constitute an unusual harmony.

Her boudoir on the night of the dinner presented a veritable riot of silks, satins, laces, lingerie, hair ornaments, perfumes, jewels--anything and everything which might contribute to the feminine art of being beautiful.