She shuts herself up from us a great deal--something like you used to do at Ewell, you remember." "I do, only too well.

Why mayn't I go and call on her ?" Mrs.Hannaford shook her head, vaguely, trying to smile.
"She must have her own way, like all artists.

If she succeeds, she will come amongst us again." "I know that spirit," said Piers, "and perhaps it's the right one.

Give her my good wishes--they will do no harm." The image of Olga Hannaford was distinct before his mind's eye, but did not touch his emotions.

He thought with little interest of her embarking on an artist's career, and had small belief in her chances of success.