She could do anything with him, she thought, turn him around her finger.

[…] arraying her maid gorgeously, put all the jewels on her and sent her into the casino or the ballroom or the dining-room — wherever it was — and she herself followed, in — let us hope — plain, jewelless black silk, with her lovely flesh showing voluptuously against it.

Though sometimes you do blench from this to that.

But regardless of when Wally had parked himself out in that backyard—sans coat or jacket—somehow, the old lady must have known where Wally would be before he drove out to the Isaacs trailer—or else she followed him out there from his house.