Between the two women the conversation began slowly, with detached phrases and observations that did not call necessarily for answers⁠—mere beginnings that they did not care to follow up.

“They tell me,” said Mrs. Cressler, “that that Gretry girl smokes ten cigarettes every night before she goes to bed. You know the Gretrys⁠—they were at the opera the other night.”

Laura permitted herself an indefinite murmur of interest. Her head to one side, she drew the brush in slow, deliberate movements downward underneath the long, thick strands of her hair. Mrs. Cressler watched her attentively.

“Why don’t you wear your hair that new way, Laura,” she remarked, “farther down on your neck? I see everyone doing it now.”