I had not been miserable about it, and I had not complained to myself; I only accepted the detachment as part of my kind of life.
Mr.MacNairn came into the garden later and several other people came in to tea.

It was apparently a sort of daily custom--that people who evidently adored Mrs.MacNairn dropped in to see and talk to her every afternoon.

She talked wonderfully, and her friends' joy in her was wonderful, too.

It evidently made people happy to be near her.

All she said and did was like her light step and the movements of her delicate, fine head--gracious and soft and arrestingly lovely.