Her mother has been dead--five years." Then, looking into the dreamy distance and drawing it out as though she loved it: "Her mother was a great musician." "I shan't like her," announced Wayne decisively; "she is probably exotic and self-conscious and supercilious, and not at all a comfortable person to have about.

It's bad enough for her father to have been a great artist--without her mother needs having been a great musician." "She is simple and sweet and very shy," reproved Kate.

"So shy that she will doubtless be painfully embarrassed at meeting you, and seem--well, really ill at ease." "That will be an odd spectacle--a young woman of to-day 'painfully embarrassed' at meeting a man.

I never saw any of them very ill at ease, save when there were no men about." "Ann's experiences have not all been happy ones, Wayne," said Katie in the manner of the deeply understanding to one of lesser comprehension.
"I hope she'll go on sleeping.

A young woman of artistic people--painfully embarrassed--unhappy experiences--it doesn't sound at all comfortable to me." But a little later he said: "Prescott seems to think that Daisey-Maisey company not bad.