Chilton would not leave her.

But the doctor was more nearly angry than she had ever seen him. He
couldn't live without her. He must always know she was "there."
Moreover, she was run down, she was thin and pale, he must keep her
under his eye. But if he was worried about her health he was still
more worried at her apparent desire to leave him for months. Did she
no longer love him? Her response was not emphatic and he went out and
bought her a diamond bracelet. At least she was thankful that it had
been bought for her and not sent to his wife by mistake, an
experience that had happened the other day to Maria Groome. The town
had rocked with laughter and Groome had made a hurried trip East on
business. But Madeleine no longer found consolation in the reflection
that things might be worse. The sensation of jealousy would have been
a welcome relief from this spiritual and mental inertia.

She wore a dress of bright golden-green grosgrain silk trimmed with
crepe leaves a shade deeper. The pointed bodice displayed her
shoulders in a fashion still beloved of royal ladies, and her soft
golden-brown hair was dressed in a high chignon with a long curl
descending over the left side of her bust. A few still clung to the
low chignon, others had adopted a fashion set by the Empress Eugenie
and wore their hair in a mass of curls on the nape of the neck; but
Madeleine received the latest advices from a sister-in-law who lived
in New York; and as femininity dies hard she still felt a mild
pleasure in introducing the latest cry in fashion. As she was the
last to arrive she would have been less than woman if she had not
felt a glow at the sensation she made. The color came back to her
cheeks as the women surrounded her with ecstatic compliments and
peered at the coiffure from all sides. The diamond bracelet was