I was surrounded wherever I went and if by chance I found a pleasant man to talk to, _tete-a-tete,_ we were interrupted by other men coming up.

Only a few even of the men whom I met could gain an _entree_ to our house .-- They weren't thought good enough.

If a working, serious man had ever been able to see enough of me to love me, he probably would have had very little opportunity to press his suit.

But the few men I might have cared for were frightened off by my money, or discouraged by my popularity and exclusiveness.

They did not even try.