Meanwhile Jenny was as much in love with her herself, and he held Jenny's hand and loved her, O yes, so dearly--and was quite safe.

Fear not, little Jenny; it was only death, you remember, that was to separate Jenny and Theophil.
Mrs.Talbot--if she won't bore you--had made an interesting remark.

She had not escaped Isabel's charm, but there was "something," something a little alarming about her,--a little like that wicked wall-paper.
Jenny divulged this criticism over supper when her mother was out of ear-shot.
"How very clever of her!" exclaimed Isabel.
"She said the same of Dvorak's music," said Jenny.
"Good again," said Isabel.

"How clever of her! Don't you feel how right she is?
We are all like that wall-paper, and everything we care about is like it.

The New Spirit--that is, the devil--is in that wall-paper.