An easy conquest no longer attracted him.
He began to stroll towards the quay, loitering here and there as if to give to Fates a chance to keep him if they would.

Yes, Sheila Melrose was a little idiot.

Why couldn't she realize that she was but one of the hundreds with whom he flirted day by day?
She was nothing to him but a pastime--a toy to amuse his wayward mood.

He had outgrown his earlier propensity to break his toys when he had done with them.

The sight of a broken toy revolted him now.
He was impatiently aware that the girl was watching him from the midst of the shifting crowd.