midnight
Me , I know that a woman needs a man just the same as a man needs a woman -- and just as darned unpoetically . Being brought up a Puritan , I never can quite get over the feeling that I ought n't to have anything to do with men -- me as I am -- but believe me it is n't any romantic ideal . I sure want 'em . '' Mrs. Lawrence continually went to dinners and theaters with men ; she told Una all the details , as women do , from the first highly proper handshake down in the pure-minded hall of the Home Club at eight , to the less proper good-night kiss on the dark door-step of the Home Club at midnight . But she was careful to make clear that one kiss was all she ever allowed , though she grew dithyrambic over the charming , lonely men with whom she played -- a young doctor whose wife was in a madhouse ; a clever , restrained , unhappy old broker . Once she broke out : `` Hang it ! I want love , and that 's all there is to it -- that 's crudely all there ever is to it with any woman , no matter how much she pretends to be satisfied with mourning the dead or caring for children , or swatting a job or being religious or anything else .