Anita went regularly to see Mrs.Lawrence, and as the young are appalled at the thought of life going out, she watched with palpitating fear what seemed a steady journey toward the land where spirits dwell.

But always on those visits to the woman who seemed slipping from life into the great ocean of forgetfulness, there was a thrill of joy for Anita; she could see Broussard's picture.

Young and imaginative souls live and thrive on very little.
The introspective life that Anita led was strongly expressed in her music.

Never had Neroda a pupil who was willing to work so hard as Anita, and the result charmed him.

On this afternoon Anita was at her lesson in the great drawing-room, the red sunset pouring in through the long windows and flooding the room with crimson lights and purple shadows.