He seemed never to have learned how to divide either his interest or his attention.
"If you could make what you wanted," he remarked, "I should think you'd make them more comfortable.

Are you going to wear those hobble skirts this spring ?" "They'll be narrow at the feet but very bunchy at the top--doesn't that sound delightful?
I am making a white taffeta for Fanny that has five or six yards of perfectly good material puffed out in the most ridiculous way at the back over a petticoat of silver lace." Her spirits felt so light, so effervescent, that she wanted to jest, to laugh, to talk nonsense interminably; and after his first moments of bewilderment, when he appeared still unable to detach his mind from his business, he entered gaily and heartily into her mood.

His perplexities once disposed of, he gave himself entirely to the enjoyment of the walk with her, and she noticed for the first time his boyish delight in the simplest details of life.

With the simplicity of a man to whom large pleasures are unknown, he threw himself whole-heartedly into the momentary diversion of small ones.

Every person in the crowd, she discovered, excited his interest, and his humour bubbled over at the most insignificant things--at the grimace of a newsboy who offered him a paper, at the absurd hat worn by a woman in a motor car, at the expression of disgusted solemnity on the face of a servant in livery, at the giggles of an over-dressed girl who hung on the arm of an anemic and exhausted admirer.