That's happiness.

I know I shall be perfectly happy." Janet lifted her head and in a thoroughly professional manner blew a long, thin stream of smoke from between her lips.
"How long do you think that happiness is going to last ?" she asked.
"I don't know." "You chance it ?" "Yes." "And then when the end comes you have not even got yourself to fall back upon.

You're done for--sucked dry.

You fall to pieces because you've sold your independence." Sally left the dressing-table and crossed to Janet's bed.

Sitting there, she put her bare arms on Janet's shoulders.
"It's no good your talking like that," she said gently.