Moreover, he was making good, in the popular phrase, at the real-estate
game. The Marshes, as she had previously known them, had been
tottering on the edge of shabby gentility. But they had come into
money. And as Bill slangily put it, they were using their pile to cut
a lot of social ice. Kitty Brooks' husband was now the head of the
biggest advertising agency in Granville. Hazel was glad of that mild
success. Kitty Brooks was the one person for whom she had always kept
a warm corner in her heart. Kitty had stood stoutly and unequivocally
by her when all the others had viewed her with a dubious eye. Aside
from these there were scores of young people who revolved in their same
old orbits. Two years will upon occasion make profound changes in some
lives, and leave others untouched. But change or no change, she found
herself caught up and carried along on a pleasant tide.
She was inordinately proud of Bill, when she compared him with the
average Granville male--yet she found herself wishing he would adopt a
little more readily the Granville viewpoint. He fell short of it, or
went beyond it, she could not be sure which; she had an uneasy feeling
sometimes that he looked upon Granville doings and Granville folk with
amused tolerance, not unmixed with contempt.
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