Lily was standing on the opposite side of the table from him, leaning with both palms flat on the polished wood, telling him some continued narrative that made her blue eyes shine and her dimples deepen.
Adelaide was not temperamentally jealous.

She did not, like Vincent, hate and fear any person or thing or idea that drew his attention away; on the contrary, she wanted him to give his full attention to anything that would make for his power and success.

She was not jealous, but it did cross her mind that she was looking now at her successor.
They stopped laughing as she entered, and Vincent said: "Thank you, Dr.Parret, you have given me just what I wanted." "Marty would just as lief as not stick a knife in me if he knew," said Lily, not as if she were afraid, but as if this was one of the normal risks of her profession.

She turned to Adelaide, "O Mrs.Farron, I've heard of you from Pete Wayne.

Isn't he perfectly delightful?
But, then, he ought to be with such a mother." Adelaide had a very useful smile, which could maintain a long, but somewhat meaningless, brilliance.