Mrs.Sohlberg only saw before her a smart, cold, exact man--capable, very, she presumed--with brilliant, incisive eyes.

How different from Harold, she thought, who would never be anything much--not even famous.
"I'm so glad you brought your violin," Aileen was saying to Harold, who was in another corner.

"I've been looking forward to your coming to play for us." "Very nize ov you, I'm sure," Sohlberg replied, with his sweety drawl.
"Such a nize plaze you have here--all these loafly books, and jade, and glass." He had an unctuous, yielding way which was charming, Aileen thought.

He should have a strong, rich woman to take care of him.

He was like a stormy, erratic boy.
After refreshments were served Sohlberg played.