"Not a bit.

I never saw that species of life off the stage." "Oh, wasn't there any romance ?" she asked forlornly.
"Well--as much as you find in New York or anywhere." "Is there any romance in New York ?" "There is anywhere, isn't there?
If only one has the instinct to recognise it and a capacity to comprehend it." "Of course," she murmured, "there are artists and studios and models and poverty everywhere....

I suppose that without poverty real romance is scarcely possible." He was still laughing when he answered: "Financial conditions make no difference.

Romance is in one's self--or it is nowhere." "Is it in--you ?" she asked audaciously.
He made no pretence of restraining his mirth.
"Why, I don't know, Geraldine.

Lots of people have the capacity for it.
Poverty, art, a studio, a velvet jacket, and models are not essentials....