They've got quite fond of him." "What are you doing now ?" asked Joan, in a low tone.
"Oh, you needn't look so scared," laughed the girl, "I haven't come down to that." Her voice had changed.

It had a note of shrillness.

In some indescribable way she had grown coarse.

"I'm a kept woman," she explained.

"What else is any woman ?" She reached for her jacket; and the waiter sprang forward and helped her on with it, prolonging the business needlessly.