"Oh, yes, Irene. I'm sure that's her. Sitting there cool as a cucumber in her Daché hat and summer furs. The nerve!"
"And it's true she used to work at Black's?"
"Oh, indeedy-do, my dear. Standing there at the perfume counter, palming that putrid Summer Rain off on Park Avene playgirls who don't know any better. Oh, I've seen her kind before. I wasn't born yesterday!"
"Well, what do you know. So I guess it really is true - Stephen Haines is stepping out on Mary!"