At the bottom of his heart he sympathized with them rather than with her; he was more like them.
People had ceased coming, and some of them were going.

Miss Vance said she must go, too, and she was about to rise, when the host came up with March; Beaton turned away.
"Miss Vance, I want to introduce Mr.March, the editor of 'Every Other Week.' You oughtn't to be restricted to the art department.

We literary fellows think that arm of the service gets too much of the glory nowadays." His banter was for Beaton, but he was already beyond ear-shot, and the host went on: "Mr.March can talk with you about your favorite Boston.

He's just turned his back on it." "Oh, I hope not!" said Miss Vance.

"I can't imagine anybody voluntarily leaving Boston." "I don't say he's so bad as that," said the host, committing March to her.