But once among them, and finding them
willing, nay, anxious, to forget that they had ever harbored unjust
thoughts of her, she took their proffered friendship at its face value.
It was quite gratifying to know that many of them envied her. She
learned from various sources that Bill's fortune loomed big, had grown
by some mysterious process of Granville tattle, until it had reached
the charmed six figures of convention.
That in itself was sufficient to establish their prestige. In a
society that lived by and for the dollar, and measured most things with
its dollar yardstick, that murmured item opened--indeed, forced
open--many doors to herself and her husband which would otherwise have
remained rigid on their fastenings. It was pleasant to be sought out
and made much of, and it pleased her to think that some of her quondam
friends were genuinely sorry that they had once stood aloof. They
attempted to atone, it would seem. For three weeks they lived in an
atmosphere of teas and dinners and theater parties, a giddy little
whirl that grew daily more attractive, so far as Hazel was concerned.
There had been changes. Jack Barrow had consoled himself with a bride.
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