He had not yet used one word of intimate endearment--she had never been his darling, his sweet and his own, like Halcyone.
After she had gone again, all details having been settled for her departure upon the Monday, he almost felt that he hated her.

For, when she was in this apparently loving mood, it seemed as if her bonds tightened round his throat and strangled him to death.

"Octopus arms" he remembered Cheiron had called them.
When Mrs.Cricklander got back to her own favorite long seat out on the terrace, she sat down, and settling the pillows under her head, she let her thoughts ticket her advantages gained, in her usual concrete fashion.
"He is absolutely mine, body and soul.

He does not love me--we shall have the jolliest time seeing who will win presently--but I have got the dollars, so there is no doubt of the result--and what fun it will be! It does not matter what I do now, he cannot break away from me.

He has let me see plainly that my money has influenced him--and, although Englishmen are fools, in his class they are ridiculously honorable.