If one didn't know there wasn't really a bit of harm in her, one would be puzzled just what to think of her, Gabriella reflected.
Amid the perfect order of Gabriella's inner life, the controlled emotion, the serene efficiency, the balanced power, Florrie's noisy beauty produced a disturbing effect.

She liked her because she had known her from childhood, and it was impossible to think any harm of a girl one had played with at school; but she could not deny that Florrie was vulgar.

As a matter of fact, Florrie's mother had been vulgar before her, and the thin strain of refinement inherited from her father's stock had obviously been overborne by the torrential vulgarity of the maternal blood.
"A house?
Well, that's even better," replied George.

"I've no use for apartments, have I, Gabriella ?" His effrontery was incredible! That he should joke about his broken promise before Florrie amazed Gabriella even after her disillusioning experience with him.
"Then I'll get you to help me.

Will you lend him to me, darling ?" trilled Florrie piercingly from the door, where she stood in a striking pose which revealed her "fine figure" to the best advantage.