Both of them hesitated to touch it, she from tact, and he because her views on the art seemed to him to be lacking in subtlety.

In every marriage there is a topic--there are usually several--which the husband will never broach to the wife, out of respect for his respect for her.

Priam scarcely guessed that Alice imagined him to be on the way to lunacy.

He thought she merely thought him queer, as artists _are_ queer to non-artists.

And he was accustomed to that; Henry Leek had always thought him queer.