She has made herself horridly conspicuous among conspicuous people; she has been indiscreet to the outer edge of effrontery.

Even that set won't stand it always--especially as their men folk are quite crazy about her, and she leads a train of them about wherever she goes--the little fool! "And now, if it's true, that there's to be a separation--what on earth will become of her?
I ask you, Phil, for I don't know.

But men know what becomes eventually of women who slap the world across the face with over-ringed fingers.
"If--if there's any talk about it--if there's newspaper talk--if there's a divorce--who will ask her to their houses?
Who will condone this thing?
Who will tolerate it, or her?
Men--and men only--the odious sort that fawn on her now and follow her about half-sneeringly.

They'll tolerate it; but their wives won't; and the kind of women who will receive and tolerate her are not included in my personal experience.
What a fool she has been!--good heavens, what a fool!" A trifle paler than usual, he said: "There is no real harm in her.

I know there is not." "You are very generous, Phil--" "No, I am trying to be truthful.