Lillian had been lovely in those early days in which he had first called on her in North Front Street, and he had fancied himself unspeakably happy at that time; but that was nearly ten years since, and he had forgotten.

Since then he had had no great passion, no notable liaison; and then, all at once, in the midst of his new, great business prosperity, Aileen.

Her young body and soul, her passionate illusions.
He could see always, for all her daring, that she knew so little of the calculating, brutal world with which he was connected.

Her father had given her all the toys she wanted without stint; her mother and brothers had coddled her, particularly her mother.

Her young sister thought she was adorable.