She knew, as all sensible people know, that there were ghosts, that memory had haunted galleries, and that empty chairs were evocations.
Her days were so busily active, there were so many first nights and concerts, that she did not mind such evenings as she had to spend alone in the apartment.

Persons were in and out of the office all through the day, and many of them entertaining.

For only real persons ever penetrated that well-guarded cubby-hole off the noisy city room.

Many of them were old friends of her mother.

Of course they were a little pompous, but this was less innate than acquired; and she knew that below they were worth while.