Aileen noticed it at once.

She tried protestations.

"You don't kiss me the way you did once," and then a little later, "You haven't noticed me hardly for four whole days.

What's the matter ?" "Oh, I don't know," replied Cowperwood, easily; "I guess I want you as much as ever.

I don't see that I am any different." He took her in his arms and petted and caressed her; but Aileen was suspicious, nervous.
The psychology of the human animal, when confronted by these tangles, these ripping tides of the heart, has little to do with so-called reason or logic.