Her youth, with its dependence on her father, particularly in matters of dress.

She recalled her early photographs with a shudder.

Had she really dressed so badly or was it only the change of fashion?
And then her dependence on Joe Severance.
What could be more ridiculous than for a woman of her intelligence to allow herself to be guided in everything by a man like Joe, who had nothing himself but a certain shrewd masculinity?
And now Vincent.

She was still under the spell of his superiority, but perhaps she would come to judge him too.

She had learned much from him.