The Well of Loneliness

"Well, what did you think of Miss Seymour? " inquired Puddle, when Stephen got back about twenty minutes later.

Stephen hesitated: "I'm not perfectly certain. She was very friendly, but I couldn't help feeling that she liked me because she thought me -- oh, well, because she thought me what I am, Puddle. But I may have been wrong -- she was awfully friendly. Brockett was at his very worst though, poor devil! His environment seemed to go to his head. " She sank down wearily on to a chair: "Oh, Puddle, Puddle, it's a hell of a business."