A Fateful Interlude Cowperwood was enchanted.

He kept the proposed tryst with eagerness and found her all that he had hoped.

She was sweeter, more colorful, more elusive than anybody he had ever known.

In their charming apartment on the North Side which he at once engaged, and where he sometimes spent mornings, evenings, afternoons, as opportunity afforded, he studied her with the most critical eye and found her almost flawless.

She had that boundless value which youth and a certain insouciance of manner contribute.