At most of the places, you've got to put up with it or go outside.

Here, old Gustav never permits it." Joan was troubled.

She was rather looking forward to occasional restaurant dinners, where she would be able to study London's Bohemia.
"You mean," she asked, "that they force themselves upon you, even if you make it plain--" "Oh, the plainer you make it that you don't want them, the more sport they think it," interrupted the girl with a laugh.
Joan hoped she was exaggerating.

"I must try and select a table where there is some good-natured girl to keep me in countenance," she said with a smile.
"Yes, I was glad to see you," answered the girl.

"It's hateful, dining by oneself.