Natalie Sumner Lincoln,
The official chaperon
(1915)
“ Her pulse quickened under the ardor in his eyes. “God! why am I poor!” He struck one fist impotently in his other palm. “Cannot you understand, my darling, that it hurts me cruelly to see you living here as a paid chaperon when you should reign as queen.”“Miss Langdon,” called Janet from the doorway. “Our guests are waiting to say good-bye.”Marjorie, dragged once more to earth, started guiltily for the door, without a glance at her companion. A chaperon had small right to sit in corners with attractive men. ”
