You've the eyes that make a woman easy.

There are none like yours in New York." Valerie laughed, uncertainly.
"Your friends wouldn't care for me," she said.

"I don't believe there is any real place at all for me in this city except among the few men and women I already know." "Won't you include me among the number?
There is a place for you in my heart." Touched and surprised, the girl stood looking at the older woman in silence.
"May I drive you to your destination ?" asked Helene gently.
"You are very kind....

It is Mr.Burleson's studio--if it won't take you too far out of your way." By the end of March Valerie had driven with the Countess d'Enver once or twice; and once or twice had been to see her, and had met, in her apartment, men and women who were inclined to make a fuss over her--men like Carrillo and Dennison, and women like Mrs.Hind-Willet and Mrs.
Atherstane.

It was her unconventional profession that interested them.
To Neville, recounting her experiences, she said with a patient little smile: "It's rather nice to be liked and to have some kind of a place among people who live in this city.