He thought what fools the Platows must be to tolerate this art atmosphere for Stephanie without keeping a sharp watch over it.
Nevertheless, he was inclined to believe from observation thus far that Stephanie might be hard to watch.

She was ingrainedly irresponsible, apparently--so artistically nebulous, so non-self-protective.

To go on and be friends with this scamp! And yet she protested that never after that had there been the least thing between them.

Cowperwood could scarcely believe it.

She must be lying, and yet he liked her so.