"What's your theory ?" "Oh I have no theory.

Just a wondering.

Can't see how girls who have their living to earn could sing 'Don't You Care' with complete abandon." Ann leaned forward, looking at him tensely.

Then, as if afraid, she sank back into shadow.

Katie could still see her hand gripping the arm of her chair.
"But they're not the caring sort," Prescott was holding.
"Think not ?" said Wayne again, in Wayne's queer way.
There was a silence, and then Ann had murmured something and slipped away.
Katie followed her; for hours she sat by her bed, holding her hand, trying to soothe her.