She was just as genuinely pleased to make a four at tennis with the "kids" as to take tea on the veranda of the club-house with the matrons.

To each her manner was always as though she were of their age.
When she met the latter on the beach road, she greeted them riotously and joyfully by their maiden names.

And the matrons liked it.

In comparison the deference shown them by the other young women did not so strongly appeal.
"When I'm jogging along in my station wagon," said one of them, "and Helen shrieks and waves at me from her car, I feel as though I were twenty, and I believe that she is really sorry I am not sitting beside her, instead of that good-looking Latimer man, who never wears a hat.
Why does he never wear a hat?
Because he knows he's good-looking, or because Helen drives so fast he can't keep it on ?" "Does he wear a hat when he is not with Helen ?" asked the new arrival.
"That might help some." "We will never know," exclaimed the young matron; "he never leaves her." This was so true that it had become a public scandal.

You met them so many times a day driving together, motoring together, playing golf together, that you were embarrassed for them and did not know which way to look.