"She＇s a Frenchwoman," Isabel said to herself; "she says that as if she were French." And this supposition made the visitor more interesting to our speculative heroine. "I hope my uncle＇s doing well," Isabel added."I should think that to hear such lovely music as that would really make him feel better."
The lady smiled and discriminated. "I＇m afraid there are moments in life when even Schubert has nothing to say to us. We must admit, however, that they are our worst."