He surveyed her oddly, wonderingly.

What a charming soul she was, anyhow! How naive--how brooding! She had art--lots of it.

Did he want to give her up?
As he might have known, it was dangerous to trifle with a type of this kind, particularly once awakened to the significance of promiscuity, and unless mastered by some absorbing passion.

Stephanie had had too much flattery and affection heaped upon her in the past two years to be easily absorbed.

Nevertheless, for the time being, anyhow, she was fascinated by the significance of Cowperwood.