She was dancing the fad of the hour and frequenting the tango teas where reigned the adored Desnoyers.
And to think that she was being entertained with this celebrated and interesting man that the other women were raving about!.

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In order that he might not take her for a mere middle-class woman like the other guests at the senator's party, she spoke of her modistes, all from the rue de la Paix, declaring gravely that no woman who had any self-respect could possibly walk through the streets wearing a gown costing less than eight hundred francs, and that the hat of a thousand francs--but a few years ago, an astonishing novelty--was nowadays a very ordinary affair.
This acquaintanceship made the "little Laurier," as her friends called her notwithstanding her tallness, much sought by the master of the dance, in spite of the looks of wrath and envy hurled at her by the others.

What a triumph for the wife of a simple engineer who was used to going everywhere in her mother's automobile!.