He looked strangely replete for a man of thirty-six--suave, steady, incisive, with eyes as fine as those of a Newfoundland or a Collie and as innocent and winsome.

They were wonderful eyes, soft and spring-like at times, glowing with a rich, human understanding which on the instant could harden and flash lightning.

Deceptive eyes, unreadable, but alluring alike to men and to women in all walks and conditions of life.
The secretary addressed came back with Cowperwood's letter of introduction, and immediately Cowperwood followed.
Mr.Addison instinctively arose--a thing he did not always do.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr.Cowperwood," he said, politely.

"I saw you come in just now.