Somehow she half suspected the Cowperwoods might not do, but they were making strides, and might possibly surpass all other aspirants.

It behooved her to be pleasant.
Life passes from individuality and separateness at times to a sort of Monticelliesque mood of color, where individuality is nothing, the glittering totality all.

The new house, with its charming French windows on the ground floor, its heavy bands of stone flowers and deep-sunk florated door, was soon crowded with a moving, colorful flow of people.
Many whom Aileen and Cowperwood did not know at all had been invited by McKibben and Lord; they came, and were now introduced.

The adjacent side streets and the open space in front of the house were crowded with champing horses and smartly veneered carriages.

All with whom the Cowperwoods had been the least intimate came early, and, finding the scene colorful and interesting, they remained for some time.