When Carley entered with Beatrice there was a sudden hush and then a murmur.
"Hello, Carley! Now say it to our faces," called out Geralda Conners, a fair, handsome young woman of thirty, exquisitely gowned in the latest mode, and whose brilliantly tinted complexion was not the natural one of health.
"Say what, Geralda ?" asked Carley.

"I certainly would not say anything behind your backs that I wouldn't repeat here." "Eleanor has been telling us how you simply burned us up." "We did have an argument.

And I'm not sure I said all I wanted to." "Say the rest here," drawled a lazy, mellow voice.

"For Heaven's sake, stir us up.

If I could get a kick out of anything I'd bless it." "Carley, go on the stage," advised another.