She was not brilliant, not active, but rather peaceful and statuesque without knowing it.
Cowperwood was carried away by her appearance.

Her beauty measured up to his present sense of the artistic.

She was lovely, he thought--gracious, dignified.

If he could have his choice of a wife, this was the kind of a girl he would like to have.
As yet, Cowperwood's judgment of women was temperamental rather than intellectual.

Engrossed as he was by his desire for wealth, prestige, dominance, he was confused, if not chastened by considerations relating to position, presentability and the like.