Mrs.Hand had this.
Cowperwood, a past master in this matter of femininity, studied her hands, her hair, her eyes, her smile.

After some contemplation he decided, other things being equal, that Mrs.Hand would do, and that he could be interested if she were very much interested in him.

Her telling eyes and smiles, the heightened color of her cheeks indicated after a time that she was.
Meeting him on the street one day not long after they had first met, she told him that she was going for a visit to friends at Oconomowoc, in Wisconsin.
"I don't suppose you ever get up that far north in summer, do you ?" she asked, with an air, and smiled.
"I never have," he replied; "but there's no telling what I might do if I were bantered.

I suppose you ride and canoe ?" "Oh yes; and play tennis and golf, too." "But where would a mere idler like me stay ?" "Oh, there are several good hotels.

There's never any trouble about that.