For the one haunting fear of his last three months was proving true.

Here was the separation from Irma Gluyas, and on the verge of his fortune.
"My God! It is terrible," he cried.

He waited until the boy had scuttled away.
"He must not know.

One false step now would ruin all," thought Clayton.

"My love for Irma once suspected, and she would be spirited off to Europe or lose her artistic future.