The worn harassed expression she had so often seen on his face while his wife had been alive, the look of a man driven and drained of his vitality, was now gone; and in its place was an unconscious look of content.

He often stayed very late at the office; and more and more in his evenings at home he went to his desk and became absorbed in documents and blue print plans.
"What a refuge a man's business is," she thought with a twinge of envy.
And wistfully she began to look about for some resource for herself.
She felt the youth within her rise, but the city seemed so vast and strange.

In her loneliness the big building of which her present home was a part, seemed doubly huge, impersonal, hard; and so did every other building on that block appear.

She felt lost, left out amid ceaseless tides of gaiety on every hand.

She took long determined walks, and on these walks she donned the smart attractive clothes that she had bought with Amy.