CHAPTER 48

1 That spring they made their first real acquaintance with the garish and tragic night life of Paris that lies open to such people as Stephen Gordon. Until now they had never gone out much at night except to occasional studio parties, or occasional cafés of the milder sort for a cup of coffee with Barbara and Jamie; but that spring Mary seemed fanatically eager to proclaim her allegiance to Pat’s miserable army. Deprived of the social intercourse which to her would have been both natural and welcome, she now strove…