She had plumbed it.

Warrington loved nobody but Warrington and pleasure.

Oh, he was capable of the grand passion, she very well knew, but the woman to arouse it had not yet crossed his path.
"What do you think of it ?" he asked.
She came closer to the lamp.

It was only pretense, but Warrington was not aware of it.

She had stared at the sheet, reading only her miserable thoughts.