Dear God! to think that this should be true! Why should he not love her?
She studied her beauty in the mirror from time to time, and raged and raged.

Why was her body not sufficient for him?
Why should he deem any one more beautiful?
Why should he not be true to his reiterated protestations that he cared for her?
Other men were true to other women.

Her father had been faithful to her mother.

At the thought of her own father and his opinion of her conduct she winced, but it did not change her point of view as to her present rights.

See her hair! See her eyes! See her smooth, resplendent arms! Why should Cowperwood not love her?
Why, indeed?
One night, shortly afterward, she was sitting in her boudoir reading, waiting for him to come home, when the telephone-bell sounded and he informed her that he was compelled to remain at the office late.
Afterward he said he might be obliged to run on to Pittsburg for thirty-six hours or thereabouts; but he would surely be back on the third day, counting the present as one.