"A Turkish bath, massage, something to tone you up," she advised.
With alert eyes Constance went patiently through the process of freshening, first in the steamy hot room where she had met Stella the day before, then the deliciously cool shower, gentle massage, and all the rest.
At one of the little white tables of the manicures she noticed a pretty, rather sad-faced little woman.

There was something about her that attracted Constance's attention, although she could not have told exactly what it was.
"You know her ?" whispered Floretta, bursting with excitement.

"No?
Why,--" and here she paused and dropped her voice even lower,--"that's Mrs.Warrington." "Not the--" "Yes," she nodded, "his wife.

You know, she comes here twice a week.

We have to do some tall scheming to keep them apart.