"Oh, damn New York!" As she glared viciously about the pretty, sunny living room, the image of its former tenant rose up in her memory.

And Ethel's expression changed at once, became intent and thoughtful.

How much more attractive was Mrs.Grewe than were any of Amy's set.

Immoral?
Yes, decidedly.
But what did "immoral" mean in this town?
Who was moral?
Fanny Carr?
Did these wives and divorcees do any good with their "moral" lives?
She recalled what Mrs.Grewe had said: "And whether you marry or whether you don't, for the life of me I can't see any difference." And again: "With your face and figure, my dear, you don't have to put up with any one man." Ethel sat frowning straight before her.
"What kind of a life am I going to find?
I'm going to stay with my husband--that's sure.

I'm in love with him and he with me.