Somewhere a band was playing in the distance.

Little parties of men and women in evening dress were strolling by on their way to the Club.

A woman was laughing as she clung to her escort on the opposite side of the road, by the gardens.

Across at the Cafe de Paris the people were going in to supper.

The spirit of enjoyment seemed to be in the air--the light-hearted, fascinating, devil-may-care atmosphere she knew so well.
Violet looked back into the bedroom and she no longer had the impulse to sleep.