He had a sly instinct that there was a reason deeper than their old and intimate friendship for her reposing this extreme of confidence in him.

No doubt she was not without a vague hope that possibly this talk might set him to thinking of her as a wife for himself.

Well, why not?
He ought to marry, and he could afford it.
Where would he find a more ladylike person--or where one who was at the same time so attractive?
He studied, with a certain personal interest, her delicate face, her figure, slim and gracefully curved, as her evening dress fully revealed it.

Yes, a charming, most ladylike figure.
And the skin of her face, of neck and shoulders, was beautifully white, and of the texture suggesting that it will rub if too impetuously caressed.

Yes, a man would hesitate to kiss her unless he were well shaved.