True loneliness is to be found only in great communities.

To be without a single friend or confidant, when thousand of beings move about you; to pour your sorrows into cold, unfeeling ears; to seek sympathy in blind eyes--that is loneliness.

That is the loneliness that causes the heart to break." Warrington's eyes never left hers; he was fascinated.
"Luxury!" she repeated bitterly.

"Surrounding me with all a woman might desire--paintings that charm the eye, books that charm the mind, music that charms the ear.

Money!" "Philosophy in a girl!" thought Warrington.