You'll win yet; you're bound to win! And Kate shall yet open the door to you, toward wealth and power and position such as never yet were seen on earth!" Thus fortified by his own determination, he slept more calmly that night.

And, on the morrow, his campaign began.
It lasted but a week.
At the end of that time, a friendly little note from Idle Hour told him, frankly and in the kindest manner possible, that--much as she still liked and respected him--Catherine could not, now or ever, think of him in any other way than as a friend.
Stunned by this body-blow, "Tiger" first swore with hideous blasphemies that caused his valet to retreat precipitately from the famous, nymph-frieze bedchamber; then ordered drink, then walked the floor a while in a violent passion; and finally knit up his decision.
"By God!" he swore, shaking his fist in the direction of Englewood.
"She's balky, eh?
She won't, eh?
But _I_ say she _will_! And if I can't make her, there's her father, who can.

Together we can break this stiff-necked spirit and bring her to time.

Hm! Fancy anybody or anything in this world setting up opposition to Flint and Waldron, combined! Just fancy it, that's all! "So then, what's to do?
This: See her father and have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

It's obvious she hasn't told him, yet, the real state of affairs.