He saw at Newport a great many pretty women, who certainly were figures as brilliant as beautiful light dresses could make them; but though they talked a great deal--and the Baroness's strong point was perhaps also her conversation--Madame Munster appeared to lose nothing by the comparison.
He wished she had come to Newport too.

Would it not be possible to make up, as they said, a party for visiting the famous watering-place and invite Eugenia to join it?
It was true that the complete satisfaction would be to spend a fortnight at Newport with Eugenia alone.

It would be a great pleasure to see her, in society, carry everything before her, as he was sure she would do.

When Acton caught himself thinking these thoughts he began to walk up and down, with his hands in his pockets, frowning a little and looking at the floor.

What did it prove--for it certainly proved something--this lively disposition to be "off" somewhere with Madame Munster, away from all the rest of them?
Such a vision, certainly, seemed a refined implication of matrimony, after the Baroness should have formally got rid of her informal husband.