He liked spirit and some presumption in a woman.

"What brilliant colors! I like the idea of the garden and the clouds." She stepped back, and Cowperwood, interested only in her, surveyed the line of her back and the profile of her face.

Such co-ordinated perfection of line and color! "Where every motion weaves and sings," he might have commented.

Instead he said: "That was in Brussels.

The clouds were an afterthought, and that vase on the wall, too." "It's very good, I think," commented Mrs.Sohlberg, and moved away.
"How do you like this Israels ?" he asked.