She is a wonderfully fascinating little bit of femininity, and she has a heart of pure gold.

All is, I envy the man who wins it--for the man who wins that, wins her." There was no answer.

Arkwright sat with his eyes on the moving throng outside the window near them.

Perhaps he had not heard.

At all events, when he spoke some time later, it was of a matter far removed from Miss Billy Neilson, or the way to her heart.