Men may consider these experiments worth trying in the face of a determined hostility on the part of the subject of them.  The most rigorous primness of behavior does not daunt them, nor the assertion of an icily virtuous intangibility.  But the sort of good-humored preoccupation that doesn’t see them at all, that sees the pattern in the wall-paper behind their backs, that tries, half-heartedly, to be adequately courteous, is too much for them.  And the more experienced they are in conquests, and the higher, on the basis of their own experience, they rate the irresistibility of their powers, the less of his particular sort of treatment they can stand.  The mere sight of her, after the first day or two, was enough to give a professional “killer” like Max Webber, the creeps.

But Rose’s manner not only kept the men away from herself.  It kept them away from Dolly.  Poor Dolly didn’t know what the matter was, at first.

She had been told terrible stories by her mother and her elder brother, about the perils that beset young girls who ran away from good respectable homes.  She had been told them with the misguided purpose of keeping her from running away from her own home, which was no doubt respectable, but was also deadly dull.  She had run away and it was perils she was looking for.  She didn’t mean to succumb to them.  None of the heroines of the only literature she knew—­of the movies, that is to say—­succumbed to perils.  They were beset by the most terrific perils.  It was over perils that they climbed to soul-entrancing heights of romance.  It was because they were the almost certain victims of diabolical machinations, that wonderful heroes, with long eyelashes and curly hair, came to their rescue and clasped them in their arms and looked unutterable things into their eyes, just as the picture faded out.

Dolly had joined the chorus of a musical comedy, because that profession offered more alluring wares in the way of perils than any other that was open to her.  And then she discovered that her calculations had gone awry.  The impalpable shield her formidable friend carried with her, turned the perils aside.  The little group of half-grown boys one sometimes found waiting at the stage door, never even spoke to Rose, and Dolly, in her company, partook of this unwelcomed immunity.  As for the men in the company, Dolly found them letting her entirely alone.

She was bitterly unhappy at first about this, taking it as an indication of the insufficiency of her charms.  But once she got the clue, she set about righting matters.  She began taking tentative little strolls about the hotel lobbies by herself, and on her train journeys, when the motion and the odor of the men’s pipes didn’t make her too sick, she’d kneel upon a seat and look over the back of it into one of the perpetual poker-games they used to pass the time.  It was astonishing how quickly she got results.