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Balfour was a good man. Also, he was good-looking,
good-humoured and good to his wife. That is,
when he had his own way, which was practically
When they came to live in New York, Philip
Balfour wanted to live on Park Avenue and Alli,
his wife, wanted to live on Fifth Avenue. They
lived on Park Avenue.
Then, Balfour wanted a duplex apartment, and
Alli was all for a penthouse. So they had a
To be sure, they could have found an apartment
which combined the two horns of the dilemma, but
they didn’t. Philip didn’t favour a penthouse.
And in her three years of married life Alli had
learned that compliance is the best policy. She
was a darling, Alli was, with soft, short brown
curls and soft, big brown eyes. Tallish, slender
and carelessly graceful, she devoted her
energies to the not-too-easy task of being
Philip Balfour’s wife. With full realization of
what she was doing she had thrown over, actually
jilted, a young man she was engaged to in order
to become Mrs. Balfour.
And had seldom regretted it. Although her
husband was twenty years older than herself, she
was naturally adaptable, and save for one
problem that was at present engrossing her
attention, she was quite happy....
Craig Madison liked cocktail parties. He
held that one could go to them without that
feeling of responsibility which devolves on a
guest at a dinner or a dance.
Not that Madison was a shirker. Upon occasion he
gaily shouldered the onus of social duties and
was the dependable holder-upper of many smart
hostesses in their efforts at entertainment. One
lovely October day, at the hour of dusk, he
dropped in at Amy Crosby’s for a few moments and
a few cocktails. A gay greeting to Amy and then
he was lost in the chattering crowd. But Craig
had a special faculty for sizing up a crowd and
discovering quickly if it contained any people
interesting to him. And failing, in the present
instance, he was about to leave when across the
room he saw an almost familiar face. Trying to
place it, he stared, and suddenly, he knew.
It was Yvette Verne, the new film star that
everybody was raving over. And the reason he
didn’t know her just at first, he told himself,
was that she wore civilian dress. In her
pictures she was usually in foreign scenes and
bizarre costumes, but here, in the home of New
York’s society queens, and garbed in quite
tailored elegance, Yvette Verne was charming in
her own right...
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