As much of him as appeared to be human appeared to be Irish; and Jean, after the first qualm of repulsion, when she faced him over the hotel register, detected a certain kindly solicitude in his manner, and was reassured.
So far, everything had run smoothly, like a well-staged play.

Absurdly simple, utterly devoid of any element of danger, any vexatious obstacle to the immediate achievement of her purpose! But Jean was not thrown off her guard because of the smoothness of the trail.
The trip from Tucson had been terribly tiresome; she was weary in every fibre, it seemed to her.

But for all that she intended, sometime that evening, to meet Art Osgood if he were in town.

She intended to take him with her on the train that left the next morning.

She thought it would be a good idea to rest now, and to proceed deliberately, lest she frustrate all her plans by over-eagerness.
Perhaps she slept a little while she lay upon the bed and schooled herself to calmness.