I guess it's all much of a muchness: just natural instinct." The restaurant had been steadily emptying.

Monsieur Gustav and his ample- bosomed wife were seated at a distant table, eating their own dinner.
"Why couldn't you have married ?" asked Joan.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.

"Who was there for me to marry ?" she answered.

"The men who wanted me: clerks, young tradesmen, down at home--I wasn't taking any of that lot.

And the men I might have fancied were all of them too poor.