'But it is owing to the joyous freshness of her nature which precludes her from dwelling on the past--indeed, the past is no more to her than it is to a sparrow or robin.

She is scarcely an instance of the wearing out of old families, for a younger mental constitution than hers I never knew.' 'Unless that very simplicity represents the second childhood of her line, rather than her own exclusive character.' Paula shook her head.

'In spite of the Greek court, she is more Greek than I.' 'You represent science rather than art, perhaps.' 'How ?' she asked, glancing up under her hat.
'I mean,' replied Somerset, 'that you represent the march of mind--the steamship, and the railway, and the thoughts that shake mankind.' She weighed his words, and said: 'Ah, yes: you allude to my father.

My father was a great man; but I am more and more forgetting his greatness: that kind of greatness is what a woman can never truly enter into.

I am less and less his daughter every day that goes by.' She walked away a few steps to rejoin the excellent Mrs.Goodman, who, as Somerset still perceived, was waiting for Paula at the discreetest of distances in the shadows at the farther end of the building.