If Cowperwood loved her, as he seemed to do, he would probably "put her through" successfully.

And he really did love her, after his fashion.
He could never forget how splendid she had been to him in those old days when, knowing full well the circumstances of his home, his wife, his children, the probable opposition of her own family, she had thrown over convention and sought his love.

How freely she had given of hers! No petty, squeamish bickering and dickering here.

He had been "her Frank" from the start, and he still felt keenly that longing in her to be with him, to be his, which had produced those first wonderful, almost terrible days.

She might quarrel, fret, fuss, argue, suspect, and accuse him of flirtation with other women; but slight variations from the norm in his case did not trouble her--at least she argued that they wouldn't.