She wished him "Good evening" in a tone of distant hauteur, and led the way to the door.
Outside the street was dim and silent.

Joan held out her hand.
"No hope of happy endings," she said with a forced laugh.

"Couldn't marry him I suppose ?" "He has asked me," answered the girl with a swagger.

"Not sure that it would suit me now.

They're not so nice to you when they've got you fixed up.