But on other days half the hour at least was spent in learning from her new friend about "a Paris in New York." Dwight was already finding one, although he had been here less than a year.

In this teeming city of endless change he had found a deep joy of creation, of newness, youth and boldness that made even Paris seem far behind.
"It's all so amazingly big," he said, "with such revealing chances opening up on every side!" How simple it was for him, she thought, with a little pang of envy.

A young musician with plenty of talent, easy manners, single, free.

As he spoke of his club friends and some of their homes that were open to him, the glimpses exasperated her.

Here were the people she wanted to know, a little world of artists, architects and writers, and goodness only knew what else.