Ah, that exquisite feminine odor! It was not only her hair now, it was Trina herself--her mouth, her hands, her neck; the indescribably sweet, fleshly aroma that was a part of her, pure and clean, and redolent of youth and freshness.

All at once, seized with an unreasoned impulse, McTeague opened his huge arms and gathered the little garments close to him, plunging his face deep amongst them, savoring their delicious odor with long breaths of luxury and supreme content.
* * * * * The picnic at Schuetzen Park decided matters.

McTeague began to call on Trina regularly Sunday and Wednesday afternoons.

He took Marcus Schouler's place.

Sometimes Marcus accompanied him, but it was generally to meet Selina by appointment at the Sieppes's house.
But Marcus made the most of his renunciation of his cousin.