He felt that for the moment he fairly loathed all this comparative splendor with which he was surrounded.
"What do you think she would say if you went back to the shop ?" asked Sylvia.

She jerked her head with an upward, sidewise movement towards Rose's room.
"She may not be contented to live here very long, anyway.

It's likely that when the summer's over she'll begin to think of her fine friends in New York, and want to lead the life she's been used to again," said Henry.

"It ain't likely it would make much difference to her." Sylvia looked at Henry as he had never seen her look before.

She spoke with a passion of utterance of which he had never thought her capable.