He has thought of nothing but his own cross-grained pride and selfish egoism.
No man of ordinary breeding or SAVOIR-FAIRE would have gone off like that!' She forgot in her condemnation of Colin to make allowance for the primal nature of the man; for a certain kinship in him with the loftier type of savage, whose woman must be his wholly, or else deliberately relinquished to the successful rival, and into whose calculation the subtleties of social jurisprudence would not naturally enter.
Nor did she remember at the moment that Maule had been described by her own relatives as a person of neither birth nor breeding--a fortune-hunter--not by any means a modern Bayard.

He at least was a man of the world, she thought, and would appreciate the situation.

He had lost that touch of unaccustomedness--she hardly knew how to describe it--which had often irritated her in their former relation.

In their talk that day he seemed much more at home than she was in the world she had once belonged to.

He spoke of 'personages' with the ease of familiar acquaintance.