He was right.

The exciting crisis in her novel was forgotten, and her fair face took on an expression that did not enhance its beauty.

Calculation on the theme uppermost in her mind produced a revery in which an artist would not have cared to paint her.

It was evident that the time had come when she must dispose of herself, and the question was, how to do it to the best advantage.
To Graydon she gave her preference.

He was remarkably fine looking, and could easily be a leader in society if he so desired--"and certainly shall be," she thought, "if I take his name." As far as her heart spoke in the matter it declared for him, also.