A Splendid Hazard
A party came in and took the near table. There were four; two elderly men, an elderly woman, and a girl. Fitzgerald, as he side-glanced, was afforded a shiver of pleasure. He recognized the girl. It was she who had given the flowers to the veteran.
"That is a remarkably fine young woman," said Breitmann, echoing Fitzgerald's thought.
The waiter opened the champagne.
"Yes. I saw her give some violets this afternoon to an old soldier in the tomb. It was a pretty scene."
"Well," said Breitmann, raising his glass, "a pretty woman and a bottle!"
It was the first jarring note, and Fitzgerald frowned.