He was of that smart world that she admired so much, and from which now apparently she was hopelessly debarred.

That trig, bold air of his realized for her at last the type of man, outside of Cowperwood, whom she would prefer within limits to admire her.

If she were going to be "bad," as she would have phrased it to herself, she would be "bad" with a man such as he.

He would be winsome and coaxing, but at the same time strong, direct, deliciously brutal, like her Frank.

He had, too, what Cowperwood could not have, a certain social air or swagger which came with idleness, much loafing, a sense of social superiority and security--a devil-may-care insouciance which recks little of other people's will or whims.
When she next saw him, which was several weeks later at an affair of the Courtney Tabors, friends of Lord's, he exclaimed: "Oh yes.