"Would you mind if I stood here until time to come in ?" She had reached the steps, and at that she turned, offering him the response of laughter and a gay gesture of her muff toward the lighted windows of the New House, as though bidding him to run home to his dinner.
That night, Bibbs sat writing in his note-book.
Music can come into a blank life, and fill it.

Everything that is beautiful is music, if you can listen.
There is no gracefulness like that of a graceful woman at a grand piano.

There is a swimming loveliness of line that seems to merge with the running of the sound, and you seem, as you watch her, to see what you are hearing and to hear what you are seeing.
There are women who make you think of pine woods coming down to a sparkling sea.

The air about such a woman is bracing, and when she is near you, you feel strong and ambitious; you forget that the world doesn't like you.

You think that perhaps you are a great fellow, after all.