She caressed her neck affectionately, called for her black lace mantilla, her long, black silk dolman lined with red, and she was ready.
The ball-room, as she entered, was lovely enough.

The young men and young women she saw there were interesting, and she was not wanting for admirers.

The most aggressive of these youths--the most forceful--recognized in this maiden a fillip to life, a sting to existence.

She was as a honey-jar surrounded by too hungry flies.
But it occurred to her, as her dance-list was filling up, that there was not much left for Mr.Cowperwood, if he should care to dance with her.
Cowperwood was meditating, as he received the last of the guests, on the subtlety of this matter of the sex arrangement of life.

Two sexes.