Also there was Gilbert Palgrave, who had gone down upon his knees.
And that was the end of her isolation, her voluntary retirement.

Back she went to the City of Dreadful Nonsense, bought clothes and shoes and hats, found an invitation to join a house party at Southampton, made no effort to see or hear from Marty, and sprang back into her seat in the Merry-go-round.

"Who Cares ?" she cried again.

"Nobody," she answered.
"What I do with my life matters to no one but myself.

Set the pace, my dear, laugh and flirt and play with fire and have a good time.