"Then there is Millicent. She too is playing a part, though she would be horrified if I told her so. Hers is to be as much as possible like her surroundings, and to imitate as closely as she can the other women of her set. She has become as conventional and as harmlessly snobbish as they. At heart she is a kindly creature, but since marrying her John she has disguised herself so well as a Pendleton that if I had not a good memory for faces I would find it hard to distinguish her from all the other Pendletons.
"And then there was Connie—poor Connie! Her rôle was that of a woman of great emotions, of devastating loves—a sort of Camille. But underneath it I imagine and hope is still the simple, credulous woman who looked for happiness where happiness was not.
"'And,' perhaps you'll ask, 'don't men make rôles for themselves?' Rarely; and when they do they are insufferable.
"I am very tired and must stop. Tell me who else is at Cannes.
"Accept my affectionate greetings,
"Claire."
"P.S.—You tell me nothing of your life all these years."
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