She had thought her sister-in-law would be stirred by a recital so romantic, so dark with the menace of tragedy.

Instead, the doctor was acting as if she were dealing with mere measles.

Adelaide, unconsciously, of course--we are never conscious of the strong admixture of vanity in our "great" emotions--was piqued into explaining.

"We can never be anything to each other.

There's Dory; then there's Theresa.