In Lily's set this conduct implied a sympathetic comprehension of her motives, and Mr.Gryce rose in her esteem as she saw the consideration he inspired.
The terrace at Bellomont on a September afternoon was a spot propitious to sentimental musings, and as Miss Bart stood leaning against the balustrade above the sunken garden, at a little distance from the animated group about the tea-table, she might have been lost in the mazes of an inarticulate happiness.

In reality, her thoughts were finding definite utterance in the tranquil recapitulation of the blessings in store for her.

From where she stood she could see them embodied in the form of Mr.Gryce, who, in a light overcoat and muffler, sat somewhat nervously on the edge of his chair, while Carry Fisher, with all the energy of eye and gesture with which nature and art had combined to endow her, pressed on him the duty of taking part in the task of municipal reform.
Mrs.Fisher's latest hobby was municipal reform.

It had been preceded by an equal zeal for socialism, which had in turn replaced an energetic advocacy of Christian Science.

Mrs.Fisher was small, fiery and dramatic; and her hands and eyes were admirable instruments in the service of whatever causes he happened to espouse.