Some were new and fickle, others were old and faithful.

She had never yet shown more than a conversational interest in any of them, but always seemed to be laughing with a soft mockery at her own success.
Edith was not a vain woman, not even much interested in dress, though she had a quick eye and a sure impressionistic gift for it.

She was always an immense favourite with women, who felt subconsciously grateful to her for her wonderful forbearance.

To have the power and not to use it! To be so pretty, yet never _to take_ _anyone away_!--not even coldly display her conquests.

But this liking she did not, as a rule, return in any decided fashion.