But these all opened his eyes to the vast blunder he had committed, and nerved him to reconquest of the ground that he had lost.
"I can win her, yet," reflected he, as his car swung into the long and brilliant night-vista of Fifth Avenue.

"I know women, and I understand the game.

Flowers, letters, telephone calls, attention every day--every hour, if need be--these are the artillery to batter down the strongest fortresses of indifference, even of dislike.

And she shall have them all--all and more.

Wally, old chap, you've never been beaten at any game, whether in the Street or in the pursuit of woman.