The rest would be child's play, she was sure, and she would make a triumphant progress through the capitals of Europe which should be remembered for half a century.

After that, said the Primadonna to herself, she would repay her friend all the money he had lent her, and would then decide at her leisure whether she would marry him or not.

For one moment her cynicism would have surprised even Schreiermeyer; the next, the Primadonna herself was ashamed of it, quite independently of what her better self might have thought.
Besides, it was certainly not for his money that her old inclination for Logotheti had begun to grow again.

She could say so, truly enough, and when she felt sure of it she turned her eyes to see his face.
She did not admire him for his looks, either.

So far as appearance was concerned, she preferred Lushington, with his smooth hair and fair complexion.