No--it was very true.

Mr.Manisty was not of her world.
He had relations, friendships, affairs, infinitely remote from hers--none of which could mean anything to her.

Whereas his cousin's links with him were the natural inevitable links of blood and class.

He might be unsatisfactory or uncivil; but she had innumerable ways of recovering him, not to be understood even, by those outside.
When the two women returned to the salon, a kind of moral distance had established itself between them.

Lucy was silent; Eleanor restless.
Alfredo brought the coffee.