She was still wearing her walking-dress, prim and straight in its folds about her tall, graceful figure, and her hair, save for the slight waviness about the forehead, was plainly dressed.
There were none of the cheap arts about her to which Trent had become accustomed in women who sought to attract.

Yet, as she stood looking down at him, a faint smile, half humorous, half satirical, playing about the corners of her shapely mouth, he felt his heart beat faster than ever it had done in any African jungle.

It was the nervous and emotional side of the man to which she appealed.

He felt unlike himself, undergoing a new phase of development.

There was something stirring within him which he could not understand.
"You haven't any friends," she said softly, "nor any education, but you are a millionaire! That is quite sufficient.