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! . . . Julio at first
had supposed her like all the others who were languishing in his arms,
following the rhythmic complications of the dance, but he soon found
that she was very different. Her coquetry after the first confidential
words, but increased his admiration. He really had never before been
thrown with a woman of her class. Those of his first social period were
the habituees of the night restaurants paid for their witchery. Now
Glory was tossing into his arms ladies of high position but with an
unconfessable past, anxious for novelties although exceedingly mature.
This middle class woman who would advance so confidently toward him and
then retreat with such capricious outbursts of modesty, was a new type
for him.

The tango salons soon began to suffer a great loss. Desnoyers was
permitting himself to be seen there with less frequency, handing Glory
over to the professionals. Sometimes entire weeks slipped by without the
five-to-seven devotees being able to admire his black locks and his tiny
patent leathers twinkling under the lights in time with his graceful
movements.

Marguerite was also avoiding these places. The meetings of the two were
taking place in accordance with what she had read in the love stories
of Paris. She was going in search of Julio, fearing to be recognized,
tremulous with emotion, selecting her most inconspicuous suit, and
covering her face with a close veil--"the veil of adultery," as her
friends called it. They had their trysts in the least-frequented squares
of the district, frequently changing the places, like timid birds
that at the slightest disturbance fly to perch a little further away.