The only fly in her amber came from the fact that Martin was away.

But when she discovered that he and his friend had merely gone for a short trip on the yawl she waited with great content for their return, setting the seeds in Tootles' mind, with infinite diplomacy and feminine cunning, of a determination to use all her wiles to win even a little bit of love from Martin as soon as she saw him again.
Playing the part of one who had unexpectedly benefited from the will of an almost-forgotten relative she never, of course, said a word of why she had chosen Devon for this gorgeous holiday.

Temporarily wealthy it was not necessary to look cannily at every nickel.

Before leaving New York she had bought herself and Tootles some very necessary clothes and saw to it that they lived on as much of the fat of the land as could be obtained in the honest and humble house in which she had found a large two-bedded room.

Her cigarettes were Egyptian now and on the train she had bought half a dozen new novels at which she looked with pride.
Hitherto she had been obliged to read only those much-handled blase-looking books which went the round of the chorus.