“In New York?”
“This is New York, I believe.”
“I think we may as well stay here as anywhere else.”
“Indeed! On what grounds have you arrived at that cheering conclusion?”
Marian shrugged her shoulders. “I dont know,” she said.
“Nor do I. You do not seem happy here. At least, if you are, you fail to communicate your state of mind to those about you.”
“So it seems.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you do not seem to be happy either.”
“How in the devil’s name can you expect me to be happy in this city? Do you think it is pleasant to have no alternative to the society of American men except that of a sulky woman?”