elsewhere," Crayven said with a smile. "But I don't think there are many people who can make a successful business of amusement. There are a few—generally men. Women are too much handicapped."
"I know one who does—one man—my brother-in-law. You'll see him, probably, if you come to Montreux, for he'll spend most of his time there. You would like him, I think—at least people always do. He's the most invariably pleasant person I've ever known."
"People can be who live for pleasure—not only to get it, but to give it."
"Yes, but it isn't all they give," said Teresa.
In Nina, who was waiting at the tea-place—for Teresa was late and Nina was always prompt—Teresa now saw always the wife of the man who amused himself. And Nina was more a mother than a wife. Her blonde beauty, for she had been really beautiful, was now somewhat worn and haggard. She looked ten years older than Teresa, instead of the actual three. She was dressed—not exactly carelessly—but without regard to her best points. Her figure, badly corseted, was almost middle-aged. Beside her Teresa looked like a young girl. When the other two came up to her table, Nina was scanning a long shopping-list and counting the money in her purse with a worried air; and responding brusquely to the incessant questions of her eldest
