"Myself, I suppose."
"What d'ye mean?"
"You know," said Edie.
"Oh, yes, I know, that's why I'm asking."
"You remember that fellow I was going about with?"
"Bert Harding?"
"Yes, Bert."
"You're never going to marry him, Edie?"
"I got to—if I can."
Jenny sat up on the bed.