Pathos has this quality, that it seems ever addressed to one alone.
"And yet, she can be very happy with him," went on the little actress.
"Her sunny temper, her joyous face will brighten any home." She turned slowly toward the audience without seeing.

There was so much simplicity in her movements that she seemed wholly alone.

Then she found a seat by a table, and turned over some books, devoting a thought to them.
"With no longings for what I may not have," she breathed in conclusion--and it was almost a sigh--"my existence hidden from all save two in the wide world, and making my joy out of the joy of that innocent girl who will soon be his wife." Hurstwood was sorry when a character, known as Peach Blossom, interrupted her.

He stirred irritably, for he wished her to go on.

He was charmed by the pale face, the lissome figure, draped in pearl gray, with a coiled string of pearls at the throat.