She was where she was by a toleration of certain social facts which corresponds in Europe to our reverence for the vested interests.

In her history there, had been officers and bankers; even foreign dignitaries; now there was this sullen young fellow....

Burnamy had wondered if it would do to offer his poem to March, but the presence of the original abashed him, and in his mind he had torn the poem up, with a heartache for its aptness.
"I don't believe," he said, "that I recognize-any celebrities here." "I'm sorry," said March.

"Mrs.March would have been glad of some Hoheits, some Grafs and Grafins, or a few Excellenzes, or even some mere well-borns.

But we must try to get along with the picturesqueness." "I'm satisfied with the picturesqueness," said his wife.