And still men pursued me.
I find this entry:
“Roberta took me to dinner yesterday at the Lafayette with her friend Mr. G——, a man of sixty, red-faced, fat and prosperous, the breezy Westerner type. He is giving a grand party at Sherry's and wants me to come. I said I was afraid I couldn't, my real reason being that I have no dress that is nice enough. He said nothing at the time, but kept his eyes on me, and this evening, when I got home, there was a perfectly stunning dinner gown—it must have cost $250.—with a note from Mr. G—— begging me to accept it as I would a flower, since it meant absolutely nothing to him.
“How I longed to keep that gown! I think I should have kept it if Seraphine had not happened in.
“'Isn't this lovely?' I said, holding it up. 'Do you think I can accept it?' Then I told her what Mr. G—— had said.
“She looked at me out of her kind, wise eyes.
“'Do you like him?'
“'Well—rather.'
“'Is he married or unmarried?'
“'I think he's married.'