She had little power to psychologize concerning social conditions, but the stalwart constructive persistence of Cowperwood along commercial lines coupled with the current American contempt of leisure reflected somewhat unfavorably upon Lynde, she thought.
Lynde's face clouded still more at this outburst.

"You go to the devil," he retorted.

"I don't get you at all.

Sometimes you talk as though you were fond of me.

At other times you're all wrapped up in him.