Konnie looked up to the singer again. She was a marvelous looking creature at that. Paul had talked for wooks about their coming to see this one. Konnie studied her. Yos this one was exceptional. The voic o the voice really know what it was doing. The rises and thrusts were honest and well placed and the tongue seemed to love the French. That was good. French had come early in her life and she always hated that strainod thing that Americans could do to it; only the English were worso. But this girl she took another drink and let the words turn into English in her head again: "Has given mo the doopo st joys...I always come back to her...She is the friend one can never forget..."

"Bon!" she found herself saying almost aloud to the girl singing from the middle of the night club floor, "Bon!" Her oye s fixed the mselves on the singer's faco. It was all planes. Marvelous planes. The cheek bones high; the full lips sensuous beyond description; and the eyes like dark slanted slashes across the fase...The eyes! Konnio shifted in her seat and looked quickly to the table. What a strange moment. It had happened before in life. On the street; partie s; in classes in school years back; the thing of being surrounded by many people and suddenly finding another girl's or woman's eyes, commanding one, holding one's own. It was extraordinary. Pleasant, she thought. No, not pleasant. Terrifying because of the kind oddly enough the most

It was,

of pleasure it brought. Yes suprom kind of pleasure. Sho smiled to herself. aside from whatever else, an amusing play on the sense of English words. Pleasant was wrong to describe it, but

pleasure, ah!

"Isn't she quite marvolous, darling?" Paul had lain his hand on Konnie's.

"C'est bon!" she said and lifted her glass in a salut e to him. Ho laughed that special laugh of his to show that he knew she was a little tipsy, and that he was delighted about it. He longed, she knew, for an extonsion of any aspect of her rare frivolity in their every – day life. She couldn't help him. He had taken pains to marry Konalia Martin-Whit side of the Washington MartinWhit sides, and what he got, he got! Reserve. Bucke to