And the blank spaces on the wall! Ugh! I feel like a Goth.

We are too modern for this place, Cecil." Their host laughed as he rose and turned towards Jeanne.
"Your mother," he said, "is beginning to be conscious of her environment.

I know exactly how she is feeling, for I myself am a constant sufferer.

Are you, too, sighing for the gilded salons of civilization ?" "Not in the least," Jeanne answered frankly.

"I am tired of mirrors and electric lights and babble.