At the same time, he could never again feel the same toward her.

Indeed, he would never have felt the same even had there been no Rosenblatt.

Art was art! It was only five o'clock when he left the picture theatre, but he ate again at the luxurious cafeteria.

He ate a large steak, drank an immense quantity of milk, and bought another box of candy on his way to the Patterson home.

Lights were on there, and he went in to face the woman he had so long kept out of her money.