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At twenty-five she already noticed a change in the personnel of her
followers. The unmarried men who had danced with her during her
first two winters were now sending flowers to the debutantes, and
cutting in on the younger men at balls. Her house was still a
rendezvous, but it was for couples like the ones who had preempted
the drawing-room, the library and the music room that afternoon.
They met there, smoked her cigarets, made love in a corner,
occasionally became engaged. But she was of the game, no longer
in it.
Men still came to see her, a growing percentage of them married.
They brought or sent her tribute, flowers, candy, and cigarets. She
was enormously popular at dances. But more and more her dinner
invitations were from the older crowd. Like Natalie Spencer's
stupid party the night before.
So she watched Graham and listened. He was a nice boy and a
handsome one. Also he promised to be sole heir to a great business.
If the war only lasted long enough -
"Imagine your knowing all those things," she said admiringly.


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