I told you that I'd find some one one of these days, and I will.

As a matter of fact, I have already." At this remark Cowperwood surveyed her coolly, critically, and yet not unsympathetically; but she swung out of the room with a defiant air before anything could be said, and went down to the music-room, from whence a few moments later there rolled up to him from the hall below the strains of the second Hungarian Rhapsodie, feelingly and for once movingly played.

Into it Aileen put some of her own wild woe and misery.

Cowperwood hated the thought for the moment that some one as smug as Lynde--so good-looking, so suave a society rake--should interest Aileen; but if it must be, it must be.

He could have no honest reason for complaint.