Everything she has is a reproduction.

Am I really like her ?" Getting out of this as best she could on a vague statement about atmosphere and sunshine and charm, Mrs.Baxter took refuge in inquiries about Vincent's health, "your charming child," and "your dear father." "You know more about my dear father than I do," returned Adelaide, sweetly.

It was Mrs.Baxter's cue.
"I did not feel last evening that I knew anything about him at all.

He is in a new phase, almost a new personality.

Tell me, who is this Mrs.Wayne ?" "Mrs.Wayne ?" Mrs.Baxter must have felt herself revenged by the complete surprise of Adelaide's tone.
"Yes, she dined at the house last evening.