I wouldn't be satisfied to entertain like the Welly Brys; I'd want something that would look more easy and natural, more as if I took it in my stride.

And it takes just two things to do that, Miss Bart: money, and the right woman to spend it." He paused, and examined her attentively while she affected to rearrange the tea-cups.
"I've got the money," he continued, clearing his throat, "and what I want is the woman--and I mean to have her too." He leaned forward a little, resting his hands on the head of his walking-stick.

He had seen men of Ned Van Alstyne's type bring their hats and sticks into a drawing-room, and he thought it added a touch of elegant familiarity to their appearance.
Lily was silent, smiling faintly, with her eyes absently resting on his face.

She was in reality reflecting that a declaration would take some time to make, and that Selden must surely appear before the moment of refusal had been reached.

Her brooding look, as of a mind withdrawn yet not averted, seemed to Mr.Rosedale full of a subtle encouragement.