The mystic cords of affection! How they bind us all.
The color came to his cheeks.

For the moment he forgot the letter from McGregor, James and Hay.

If he could only have Carrie, perhaps he could get out of the whole entanglement-perhaps it would not matter.

He wouldn't care what his wife did with herself if only he might not lose Carrie.

He stood up and walked about, dreaming his delightful dream of a life continued with this lovely possessor of his heart.
It was not long, however, before the old worry was back for consideration, and with it what weariness! He thought of the morrow and the suit.