There was no envy in her heart as again she acknowledged the beauty of the other woman; moreover, she liked her and was going to like her more.

Impressions were made upon her almost instantly, for good or bad, and rarely changed.
She turned oftenest to Fitzgerald, for he made particular effort to entertain, and he succeeded better than he dreamed.

It kept turning over in her mind what a whimsical, capricious, whirligig was at work.
It was droll, this man at her side, chatting to her as if he had known her for years, when, seven or eight days ago, he had stood, a man all unknown to her, on a city corner, selling plaster of Paris statuettes on a wager; and but for Mrs.Coldfield, she had passed him for ever.
Out upon the prude who would look askance at her for harmless daring! "Drop into my room before you turn in," urged Fitzgerald to Cathewe.
"That I shall, my boy.

I've some questions to ask of you." But a singular idea came into creation, and this was for him, Cathewe, to pay Breitmann a visit on the way to Fitzgerald's room.

Not one man in a thousand would have dared put this idea into a plan of action.
But neither externals nor conventions deterred Cathewe when he sought a thing.