Some hothouses held them.

It ached her to know that she was not one of them--that, alas, she had dreamed a dream and it had not come true.

She wondered at her own solitude these two years past--her indifference to the fact that she had never achieved what she had expected.
The play was one of those drawing-room concoctions in which charmingly overdressed ladies and gentlemen suffer the pangs of love and jealousy amid gilded surroundings.

Such bon-mots are ever enticing to those who have all their days longed for such material surroundings and have never had them gratified.

They have the charm of showing suffering under ideal conditions.