Curiously she also thought of Aileen, and how, on occasion, she had seen her sweep in and out.

Now she was sharing with her (the dashing Mrs.Cowperwood, so vain and superior) the wonder of his affection.

Strange as it may seem, she looked on it now as rather an honor.

She had risen in her own estimation--her sense of life and power.

Now, more than ever before, she knew something of life because she knew something of love and passion.