I hope you'll never become grossly sensual; but I'm not afraid of that.

The peril for you is that you live too much in the world of your own dreams.

You're not enough in contact with reality--with the toiling, striving, suffering, I may even say sinning, world that surrounds you.

You're too fastidious; you've too many graceful illusions.

Your newly-acquired thousands will shut you up more and more to the society of a few selfish and heartless people who will be interested in keeping them up." Isabel's eyes expanded as she gazed at this lurid scene.