"He's not a bad sort," he commented.

"I rather like him, though I don't think he's so much of a violinist." After dinner they drove along the lake-shore and out through an open bit of tree-blocked prairie land, the moon shining in a clear sky, filling the fields and topping the lake with a silvery effulgence.
Mrs.Sohlberg was being inoculated with the virus Cowperwood, and it was taking deadly effect.

The tendency of her own disposition, however lethargic it might seem, once it was stirred emotionally, was to act.
She was essentially dynamic and passionate.

Cowperwood was beginning to stand out in her mind as the force that he was.

It would be wonderful to be loved by such a man.