She loved dress, all the vanities, but she had something above it all--an imaginative mind, certain of whose faculties had been sharpened to a fine edge of cleverness and wit.

For she was but twenty-three; with the logic of a woman of fifty, without its setness and lack of elasticity.

She went straight for the hearts of things, while yet she glittered upon the surface.

This was why Valmond interested her--not as a man, a physical personality, but as a mystery to be probed, discovered.

Sentiment?
Coquetry?
Not with him.