Adelaide found the young woman's manner offensively encouraging, and received the news with an insolent reserve.
"That girl is too wildly, spiritually bright," she said to herself.

But no manner would have pleased her.
Left alone, she sat down in a rocking-chair near the window.

Vincent's bag stood in the corner, his brushes were on the dressing-table, his tie hung on the electric light.

Immortal trifles, she thought, that might be in existence for years.
She began poignantly to regret that she had not insisted on seeing him again that morning.

She had thought only of what was easiest for him.