I need a drink bad, she averred, and nothing but champagne will do. It always cheers me up.
Presently Nellie returned with the glasses and a silver bowl containing ice. Drawing a small coffee-table near her mistress's chair, she placed her burden upon it and retired as silently as she had approached.
Nellie talks about as much as Coolidge, Adora remarked as she cooled the glasses and poured out the wine. The eyes of Mrs. St. Paris and Mrs. Scribner were greedy, but Adora ignored their message.
Mary, she said, here's yours.
Mary drew nearer and accepted the proffered goblet. Now, somewhat grudgingly, Adora served the other two ladies.
Sit down, Mary.
Mary obeyed her.
I like you, Mary, and I'm going to drink to your success.
Oh, yes, the sycophants echoed, to Mary's success!
Without further preliminary the ladies proceeded to sip their wine.
Thank you, Adora, Mary responded, but I haven't a notion what kind of success I want.
There's only one success for a woman, Adora announced, at least for a coloured woman, and that's a good husband, and a good husband for a coloured woman means a rich husband.
