In all such matters he was a chartered libertine and did what he pleased.
Then he watched her in what seemed something of a triumphal progress through the crowded hall.

He saw the looks of the girl students from the newly-organised women's colleges--as she passed--a little askance and chill; he watched a Scotch metaphysical professor, with a fiery face set in a mass of flaming hair and beard, which had won him the nickname from his philosophical pupils of "the devil in a mist," forcing an introduction to her; he saw the Vice-Chancellor graciously unbending, and man after man come up among the younger dons to ask Sorell to present them.

She received it all with a smiling and nonchalant grace, perfectly at her ease, it seemed, and ready to say the right thing to young and old.

"It's the training they get--the young women of her sort--that does it," thought the Master.

"They are in society from their babyhood.