"Yes, now and then."
"Mamma wouldn't let me go alone with a man."
"Oh, we don't ask mamma. We just go."
"Do you go out somewhere every evening?"
"Oh no. I often stay at home, and read—or work."
He had said nothing untrue, but it was all one big lie, what he was saying—a colossal misrepresentation of his present life. The picture his last answer raised in her mind—the man alone in his lonely room, reading or working! Poor man, all alone!
"We girls get into the way of thinking that bachelors are always gay, but I suppose they're not?"
"Indeed they're not." Godfrey's answer was decisive and rather grim.
"Or else," she laughed, "they'd never want to marry, would they?"
"Anyhow, one gets tired of gaiety and wants something better." His eyes rested on hers for a moment. She blushed a little; and the curtain rose on the second act.