There was no young man to whom she could turn for protection. They had danced with her, flattered her and even sent flowers to Berkeley Square and she always had the uneasy feeling that they were thinking how much money she would have rather than about herself. If she would ask any of them to elope with her, she suspected they would refuse to do so. Actually she had no desire to elope with anyone nor to marry any of the men who paid her compliments. She did not know what she was waiting for, but she vaguely thought of it as love. Something very beautiful and very wonderful and when she found it she would be as happy as her mother had been with her father. Whatever the difficulties, however hard-up they were, they had always seemed blissfully content with each other. Lolita knew that