She must have supposed that it was Miss Grierson who had so quietly entered, for she did not look around.
"Yes, I'm still waiting," she was saying impatiently.

"Can't you ever get that connection ?" Larry had seen Maggie only in the plain dark suit which she had worn to her daily business of selling cigarettes at the Ritzmore; and once, on the night of his return from Sing Sing, in that stage gypsy costume, which though effective was cheap and impromptu and did not at all lift her out of the environment of the Duchess's ancient and grimy house.
But Larry was so startled by this changed Maggie that for the moment he could not have moved from the door even had he so desired.

She was accoutered in the smartest of filmy evening gowns, with the short skirt which was then the mode, with high-heeled silver slippers, her rounded arms and shoulders and bosom bare, her abundant black hair piled high in careful carelessness.

The gown was cerise in color, and from her forearm hung a great fan of green plumes.

In all the hotels and theaters of New York one could hardly have come upon a figure that night more striking in its finished and fresh young womanhood.