She needs someone to play around with.

There's nothing like another man to knock the first one out of a woman's head.

It's cure by homeopathy." Penelope smiled dubiously.
"It's a bit of bad luck on the second man, isn't it--if he's nice?
You know, Nan is rather fatal to the peace of the male mind." "Oh, the man I'm thinking of has himself well in hand.

He's a novelist--and finds safety in numbers.

His mother was French." "And Nan's great-grandmother.