He had evidently studied the subject, not as an artist, but as a philosopher--but with so clear a comprehension of the art, that from the mere science, he was able to lead the mind upward into the fullest appreciation of the grander ideal.
Now and then as he talked, Mr.Dexter passed in a brief sentence; but to the keen, intelligent perception of his wife, what mere sounding words were his empty common-places! The contrast between him and Hendrickson was painful.

It was in vain that she tried not to make this contrast.

It thrust itself upon her, in spite of all resistance.
Mr.Florence had crossed the room with his wife, and joined the little circle.

He did not take part in the conversation, and now said, rising as he spoke.
"Come, Dexter; let's you and I have a game of billiards." He laid his band familiarly on the arm of Mr.Dexter, and that individual could not refuse to accept the invitation.

They left the room together.