"Poor old Judy! 'Standing with reluctant feet' Is that it? But I know what you mean."
"Tell me," she said, "are you sure, are you absolutely sure that Chip?"
"Is hard hit? Good Lord! A baby could have seen it. All the same you'll have your work cut out for you. He's so terribly modest. He doesn't seem to think that you or any other woman would give him a thought."
Later she remembered that she had news for him, and wondered how she could have forgotten it.
"Noel, I meant to have told you before. About Chiozzi. You haven't heard, have you?"
"Chiozzi? No. What about him?"
"He's dead. He was stabbed—by that pretty dancer, Mlle. Pauline, they think."
Noel looked concerned.
"That's the worst news I've heard in a long time."
"The worst? What do you mean?"
"It's most upsetting, in fact. Connie told me the other day that Petrovitch's second wife, an American, had just divorced him."
"Well? I'm not surprised at that."
