Such suffering as you picture them enduring comes only of the poetry-fed soul at issue with fate.' She could not as yet have so expressed herself, but the knowledge was growing within her.

For Adela was not by nature a social enthusiast.
When her heart leapt at Stella's chant, it was not in truth through contagion of sympathy, but in admiration and love of the noble woman who could thus think and speak.

Adela--and who will not be thankful for it ?--was, before all things, feminine; her true enthusiasms were personal.

It was a necessity of her nature to love a human being, this or that one, not a crowd.

She had been starving, killing the self which was her value.