And yet, though the personality of O'Hara had enlarged her vision of the world, it had not altered her superficial view of the man.

She still saw him outwardly at least without the glamour of romance--she still thought of him as boisterous, uneducated, slangy--but she was beginning almost unconsciously to distinguish between the faults of manner and the faults of character; she was beginning to be tolerant.
From Fanny's open door a humming voice floated out to her, and going inside, she found the girl, in a new frock, practising a dance step before the mirror.

"This is the lame duck, mother, but it's different from the one we danced last year." "Yes, dear, it's very pretty." Stopping before the dressing-table, Gabriella frowned on the photograph of a young man in a silver frame--a young man with a fascinating smile and inane features.
"Fanny, where did you get this ?" "Oh, mother, I didn't mean you to see it.

I meant to put it away." "Where did you get it ?" "He sent it to me.

I wrote and asked him for it, and it has his autograph.