Some scenes made her long to be a part of them--to give expression to the feelings which she, in the place of the character represented, would feel.

Almost invariably she would carry the vivid imaginations away with her and brood over them the next day alone.

She lived as much in these things as in the realities which made up her daily life.
It was not often that she came to the play stirred to her heart's core by actualities.

To-day a low song of longing had been set singing in her heart by the finery, the merriment, the beauty she had seen.

Oh, these women who had passed her by, hundreds and hundreds strong, who were they?
Whence came the rich, elegant dresses, the astonishingly colored buttons, the knick-knacks of silver and gold?
Where were these lovely creatures housed?
Amid what elegancies of carved furniture, decorated walls, elaborate tapestries did they move?
Where were their rich apartments, loaded with all that money could provide?
In what stables champed these sleek, nervous horses and rested the gorgeous carriages?
Where lounged the richly groomed footmen?
Oh, the mansions, the lights, the perfume, the loaded boudoirs and tables! New York must be filled with such bowers, or the beautiful, insolent, supercilious creatures could not be.