"I don't now, of course.
"You are a queer little person," he said kindly, as they went down in the lift.

"Haven't you any friends ?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"What sort of friends could I have ?" she asked.

"The girls in the chorus with me are very nice, some of them, but they know so many people whom I don't, and they are always out to supper, or something of the sort." "And you ?" She shook her head.
"I went to one supper-party with the girl who is near me," she said.
"I liked it very much, but they didn't ask me again." "I wonder why ?" he remarked.
"Oh, I don't know!" she went on drearily.

"You see, I think the men who take out girls who are in the chorus, generally expect to be allowed to make love to them.

At any rate, they behaved like that.