Lady Dunstane heard of Mr.
Dacier's novel attendance at concerts.

The world made a note of it; for the gentleman was notoriously without ear for music.
Diana's comparison of her hours of incessant writing to her walks under the dawn at Lugano, her boast of the similarity of her delight in both, deluded her uncorrupted conscience to believe that she was now spiritually as free: as in that fair season of the new spring in her veins.

She, was not an investigating physician, nor was Lady Dunstane, otherwise they would have examined the material points of her conduct--indicators of the spiritual secret always.

What are the patient's acts?
The patient's, mind was projected too far beyond them to see the fore finger they stretched at her; and the friend's was not that of a prying doctor on the look out for betraying symptoms.

Lady Dunstane did ask herself why Tony should have incurred the burden of a costly household--a very costly: Sir Lukin had been at one of Tony's little' dinners: but her wish to meet the world on equal terms, after a long dependency, accounted for it in seeming to excuse.