There is no other word for it.

Now, what concrete diabolical facts did Betty know?
Or had her instinctive feminine insight pierced through the man's outer charm and merely perceived horns, tail, and cloven hoof cast like a shadow over his soul?
How was I to know?
She came to dine with me the next evening: a dear way she had of coming uninvited, and God knows how a lonely cripple valued it.

She was in uniform, being too busy to change, and looked remarkably pretty.

She brought with her a cheery letter from her husband, received that morning, and read me such bits as the profane might hear, her eyes brightening as she glanced over the sections that she skipped.

Beyond doubt her marriage had brought her pleasure and pride.