It is the society of a charming woman, who is feminine in even her thoughts and modes of expression--who is often strangely, bewilderingly beautiful in this changing light.

When we pass under the shadow of a tree her eyes shine like stars; when the rays of the moon are full upon her face it is almost as pure and white as when it was illumined by the electric flash.

Did I not love another woman, I could easily imagine myself learning to love her.

Confound it! I wish Stella had more of Madge's simple loftiness of character.
She would compel different business methods in her father.

She would work for him, suffer for him, but would not play diplomat.