She was travelling first class.

She had taken Ballymoy House for two months.

He was quite ready to believe that she did not want money.
"Do you mean to say that you're doing it simply for amusement ?" he asked.
"No.

Not amusement." Her voice dropped to a kind of solemn whisper.
"For the love of my art." Miss King took herself very seriously indeed, and was accustomed to talk a good deal about her art.

Literary people who might have known better, and critics who certainly did know better, encouraged her.
They also talked about her art.
"Of course, if you look at it that way," said Meldon, "there's no more to be said; but you mustn't expect me to help you." "You!" "No.