The Englishmen used to look at her in Hyde Park, where she rode and drove; at Claridges' where they stayed; in Bond Street, where she shopped.

The Englishwomen, the majority of them remote, ultra-conservative, simple in their tastes, lifted their eyes.
Cowperwood sensed the situation, but said nothing.

He loved Aileen, and she was satisfactory to him, at least for the present, anyhow, beautiful.

If he could adjust her station in Chicago, that would be sufficient for a beginning.

After three weeks of very active life, during which Aileen patronized the ancient and honorable glories of England, they went on to Paris.
Here she was quickened to a child-like enthusiasm.