So in London she remained.
In these early stages of our acquaintance with Liosha, she counted in our lives for little more than a freakish interest.

Even in the crises of her naughtiness anxiety as to her welfare did not rob us of our night's sleep.

She existed for us rather as a toy personality whose quaint vagaries afforded us constant amusement than as an intense human soul.

The working out of her destiny did not come within the sphere of our emotional sympathies like that of Adrian and Doria.

The latter were of our own kind and class, bound to us not only by the common traditions of centuries, but by ties of many years' affection.