he does it will be too late. Your beauty and youth will be gone. I know. However, that's your business." Carmelita was folding her program over and over again nervously. She wished Dudley would return. She was always so sure of herself and their two lives together when he was near. "We've taken a cute country place on Long Island for the season," Lucy was changing the subject abruptly. "I want to have you and Dudley down soon. I'll let you know later about it."
When the Hodges dropped them at their door as dawn was just breaking over the gaunt elevated railway structure at the corner and later Dudley and Carmelita were preparing to snatch what sleep there remained, Dudley's summing up remark was, "Well, a big night, dearest. It was darned decent of them. Once in a while this is fine, but it's no life for a poor, up-and-coming business man and his wife, eh?"
Carmelita smiled wanly into her dressing table mirror. Business, business. When would they have time to play a little? Lucy Hodge was such a disturbing creature, with her gowns and her limousine and chauffeur and speaking acquaintance with the suave head-waiter at the Ritz. And yet her father, Don Caesar de Cordoba, she reflected with pride, could buy and sell the Hodges without
