As it was, she wavered a little, slightly anxious, at first, to gain him completely, but later feelings at ease in waiting.
She was not exactly sure what she thought of him--what she wanted to do.
When Hurstwood called, she met a man who was more clever than Drouet in a hundred ways.

He paid that peculiar deference to women which every member of the sex appreciates.

He was not overawed, he was not overbold.
His great charm was attentiveness.

Schooled in winning those birds of fine feather among his own sex, the merchants and professionals who visited his resort, he could use even greater tact when endeavoring to prove agreeable to some one who charmed him.

In a pretty woman of any refinement of feeling whatsoever he found his greatest incentive.