The uneasiness she had felt before had been comparatively vague and easily explained as part of a general regret that he was only a visitant in her and her brother's world, from which the world where his home lay was as different as a portico with lights and lacqueys was different from the door of a tent, where the only splendor came from the mysterious inaccessible stars. 
Her previous vague uneasiness had been easily explained as a general regret that he was only a visitant in her brother's world, which was so different to his.
