Did she really attract you ?" "Um--humph," he was grunting again.
"Wasn't she terribly common ?" "Um--humph." "Wasn't she vulgar ?" "Rather.

They all are." "And fast ?" "Regular streak of lightning." Then it was that Gabriella arrived at an understanding of masculine nature.

"You never can tell what men will like," she concluded.
While she spoke he winked at her from the mirror into which he was looking--mirrors always fascinated George and he could never keep away from them--and there was in his face the whimsical and appealing naughtiness of a child.

Suddenly Gabriella felt that as far as character and experience counted, she was immeasurably older than George.

Her superior common sense made her feel almost middle-aged when he was in one of his boyish moods.