Already he had felt an attraction toward Constance physically, an attraction of maturity which somehow or other seemed more satisfying, at least novel, in contrast with, the gay butterfly talk of Stella.
He did not ask Vera to dance.

Instead he began banteringly to discuss Wall Street and in five minutes he found out that she really knew as much about certain features of the game as he did.

She did not need to be told that Alfred Warrington, plunger, man about town, was quite unexpectedly struck by her personality.
Now and then she could see Stella eyeing her covertly.

The little actress had had, like many another, a few dollars to invest or rather with which to speculate.

Her method had been usually to make a quick profit on a tip from some Wall Street friend.