He wondered about her--who she was, and what she was--perceiving that the so-called audacity was not vulgar boldness, but the play of an original and probably interesting character.

It was obvious that she was a perfect lady, but it was equally obvious that she was irregularly clever.

Longueville's little figure was a success--a charming success, he thought, as he put on the last touches.

While he was doing this, his model's companion came into view.

She came out of the church, pausing a moment as she looked from her daughter to the young man in the corner of the terrace; then she walked straight over to the young girl.