Lonely women are always adrift, Geraldine.

There seems to be some current that sets in toward me; it catches them and they drift in, linger, and drift on.

I seem to be the first port they anchor in....
Then a day comes when they are gone--drifting on at hazard through the years----" "Wiser for their experience at Port Mallett ?" "Perhaps.

But not sadder, I think." "A woman adrift has no regrets," she said with contempt.
"Wrong.

A woman who is in love has none." "That is what I mean.