10/61 It was pleasure of this kind that beckoned to him now,--in the wooing, the conquering, the developing of Lucy. It was Eleanor calling to Lucy from the salon. He knew that he had given her pain at Nemi. He had been a brute, an ungrateful brute! Women like Eleanor have very exalted and sensitive ideals of friendship. He understood that he had pulled down Eleanor's ideal, that he had wounded her sorely. |