Even if it did, even if I got into a mess, I had no relatives, not even a friend, to be worried about me.

I stood quite alone, and I half relished the idea of getting into a mess--it would be part of life, too.

I was going to have a little money, and she excited my curiosity.

I was tingling to know what she was really at.
"And one might ask," I said, "what you are doing in this--in this...." I was at a loss for a word to describe the room--the smugness parading as professional Bohemianism.
"Oh, I am about my own business," she said, "I told you last night--have you forgotten ?" "Last night you were to inherit the earth," I reminded her, "and one doesn't start in a place like this.

Now I should have gone--well--I should have gone to some politician's house--a cabinet minister's--say to Gurnard's.