But if there had been any such, Fanny was careful to leave them out.
Friends, friends, friends of her own! Where to find them?
On the streets, as she went about at her shopping, she saw so many attractive people, and she drew their glances, too.

She had developed since her marriage; she had a distinctive beauty, and she had learned how to foster that.

Almost always she felt the hungry eyes of men, good, bad and indifferent, rich men, beggars, Christians, Jews.

But that of course was only annoying.

Ethel wanted women friends.