These gentlemen who are so willing to reorganize through Mr.Schryhart are largely opposed to me because I am--comparatively--a stranger in Chicago and not in their set.

If I were"-- he moved his hand slightly--"I don't suppose I would be here this evening asking for your favor, although that does not say that I am not glad to be here, or that I would not be glad to work with you in any way that I might.

Circumstances simply have not thrown me across your path before." As he talked his eye fixed McKenty steadily, almost innocently; and the latter, following him clearly, felt all the while that he was listening to a strange, able, dark, and very forceful man.

There was no beating about the bush here, no squeamishness of spirit, and yet there was subtlety--the kind McKenty liked.

While he was amused by Cowperwood's casual reference to the silk stockings who were keeping him out, it appealed to him.