If she considered it possible to marry him, she would _know_ how much he was worth without inquiring.

As a matter of fact, she probably knew to a dollar, and that was a great deal more than he knew.
Half an hour passed before she came down.

She was wearing her hat and was buttoning her gloves as she came hurriedly into the room.

Simmy had a startling impression that he had seen a great many women putting on their gloves as they came into rooms where he was waiting.

The significance of this extraordinary custom had never struck him with full force before.