Would such a strong, hard business man be interested in her?
She had heard her father say he was becoming very rich.

Was she a great actress, as some said she was, and would strong, able types of men like Cowperwood take to her--eventually?
She had heard of Rachel, of Nell Gwynne, of the divine Sarah and her loves.
She took the precious gifts and locked them in a black-iron box which was sacred to her trinkets and her secrets.
The mere acceptance of these things in silence was sufficient indication to Cowperwood that she was of a friendly turn of mind.

He waited patiently until one day a letter came to his office--not his house--addressed, "Frank Algernon Cowperwood, Personal." It was written in a small, neat, careful hand, almost printed.
I don't know how to thank you for your wonderful present.

I didn't mean you should give them to me, and I know you sent them.

I shall keep them with pleasure and wear them with delight.