Was there no sincerity, no reality even in love?
Was George, too, only a shadow?
And the visible sadness of the November afternoon, with its faint haze like the haze of a dream landscape, seemed a part of this invisible sadness which had sprung from nothing and which would change and pass away in a breath.

"If things would only last," she thought, looking with wistful eyes on the gold and purple around her.

"If things would only last, how wonderful life would be!" "To think that all Patty's beauty should have been thrown away," said Mrs.Fowler suddenly.
Though Gabriella had never seen Billy, she was inclined at the moment, in her mood of dissatisfaction with the universe, to sympathize with Mrs.Fowler's view of the matter.

To her frugal mind, trained to economy of material, it seemed that Patty was altogether too much for a poor man--even though he could paint her in lean lines and violet shadows.
Upstairs she found her trunks in her bedroom, and after she had unpacked her wedding-gown of white satin, removed the tissue paper stuffing from the sleeves, and shaken out the creases with gentle hands, she sat down and pondered deeply the problem of dressing for dinner.

By removing the lace yoke, she might make the gown sufficiently indecorous for the fashion of the period, and her only evening dress, the white muslin she had worn to dances in Richmond, she reflected gloomily, would appear absurd in New York.
"I wish I didn't look such a fright," she said aloud, as she ripped and sewed.