It was not at all true that he thought it very natural of her to have made this pious pilgrimage.

It might have been said of him in advance that he was too good a Bostonian to regard in the light of an eccentricity the desire of even the remotest alien to visit the New England metropolis.

This was an impulse for which, surely, no apology was needed; and Madame Munster was the fortunate possessor of several New England cousins.

In fact, however, Madame Munster struck him as out of keeping with her little circle; she was at the best a very agreeable, a gracefully mystifying anomaly.

He knew very well that it would not do to address these reflections too crudely to Mr.Wentworth; he would never have remarked to the old gentleman that he wondered what the Baroness was up to.