Men, as a rule, get rather above that sort of thing.

The woman: that was all that was in his mind.

She was good to look at: warm, lovable, fascinating in her little daring wickednesses; a fiery little animal, full of splendid impulses, gifted with a perilous temperament: and she loved him.

He had a kind of exultation at the very fierceness of her love for him, of what she had done to prove her love: her fury at Vanne Castine, the slaughter of the bear, and the intention to kill Vanne himself; and he knew that she would do more than that, if a great test came.

Men feel surer of women than women feel of men.
He sat down on the broad window-ledge, still sipping his whiskey and milk, as he looked at her.