"I have a notion to give you a special flower for that.

I will, too." She presented him with a rose.
For a girl who had slipped in shy and still, Cowperwood commented, her mood had certainly changed.

Still, this was the privilege of the born actress, to change.

And as he viewed Berenice Fleming now he felt her to be such--a born actress, lissome, subtle, wise, indifferent, superior, taking the world as she found it and expecting it to obey--to sit up like a pet dog and be told to beg.

What a charming character! What a pity it should not be allowed to bloom undisturbed in its make-believe garden! What a pity, indeed!.