Cowperwood had gone to talk over with her husband various Chicago matters.

Mrs.Hand was excited by his risque reputation.

A little woman in stature, with intensely white teeth, red lips which she did not hesitate to rouge on occasion, brown hair, and small brown eyes which had a gay, searching, defiant twinkle in them, she did her best to be interesting, clever, witty, and she was.
"I know Frank Cowperwood by reputation, anyhow," she exclaimed, holding out a small, white, jeweled hand, the nails of which at their juncture with the flesh were tinged with henna, and the palms of which were slightly rouged.

Her eyes blazed, and her teeth gleamed.

"One can scarcely read of anything else in the Chicago papers." Cowperwood returned his most winning beam.