Harris Haggerty, to whose family she was probably referring, was worth at least six or eight million.

The social world they moved in was high.
They drove after dinner to The Saddler, at Saddler's Run, where a dance and "moonlight promenade" was to be given.

On the way over, owing to the remoteness of Berenice, Cowperwood for the first time in his life felt himself to be getting old.

In spite of the vigor of his mind and body, he realized constantly that he was over fifty-two, while she was only seventeen.

Why should this lure of youth continue to possess him?
She wore a white concoction of lace and silk which showed a pair of smooth young shoulders and a slender, queenly, inimitably modeled neck.
He could tell by the sleek lines of her arms how strong she was.
"It is perhaps too late," he said to himself, in comment.