would have been apparent from the attention he bestowed
an incident befell him which changed the current not only of his thoughts, but of his customary sequences.
Mr. Rosier was an ornament of the American circle in Paris,
he was a gentleman of constituted habits he
She had prefigured her small pilgrimage as made in solitude
away from the city now distinguished by Gilbert Osmond's preference
that Miss Archer had, in operatic conditions, a radiance, even a slight exaltation
It was not that his spirits were visibly high—he would never, in the concert of pleasure, touch the big drum by so much as a knuckle: he had a mortal dislike to the high, ragged note, to what he called random ravings.
was an Italian fashion to commemorate the occasions of life by a tribute to the muse.
possibly. But love has nothing to do with good reasons."