Having lowered the shade, lydia sat down, leaving the length of the carriage between herself and Gannett.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
lydia, coming from a smaller town, and entering New York life through the portals of the Tillotson mansion, had mechanically accepted this point of view as inseparable from having a front pew in church and a parterre box at the opera.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
When the porter, at the next station, threw the door open, lydia drew back, making way for the hoped-for intruder; but none came, and the train took up its leisurely progress through the spring wheat-fields and budding copses.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
