Unlike most men who lead purely intellectual lives, he had not the slightest suggestion of sexlessness; on the contrary, he seemed as strong, as positive physically, as the look of his forehead and eyes showed him to be mentally.

And now that he had learned to dress with greater care, out of deference to her, she could find nothing about him to help her in protecting herself by criticising him.
"Do you think, Del," said he, "that we'll be able to live in that big place on eighteen hundred a year ?" It wasn't as easy for him thus to remind her of their limited means as it theoretically should have been.

Del was distinctly an expensive-looking luxury.

That dress of hers, pale green, with hat and everything to match or in harmony, was a "simple thing," but the best dressmaker in the Rue de la Paix had spent a great deal of his costly time in producing that effect of simplicity.

Throughout, she had the cleanness, the freshness, the freedom from affectations which Dory had learned could be got only by large expenditure.