"Too many are all affectation, and pose, and forwardness.

At twenty they know all there is to be known, they are blasees--cynical--ready for divorce before they are ready for marriage.
By contrast you are so wholesome, so refreshing." "Thank you," Maggie again murmured.
And as the two women sat there, sprung from the extremes of life, but for the moment on the level of equals, and as the older talked on, there grew up in Maggie two violently contradictory emotions.

One was triumph.
She had won out here, just as she had said she would win out; and won out with what Barney had declared to be the most difficult person to get the better of, a finished woman of the world.

Indeed, that was triumph! The other emotion she did not understand so well.

And just then she could not analyze it.