CHAPTER XV.
KENYON'S JOHN LATTERY Chayne returned to London on the following day, restless and troubled.
Jealousy, he knew, was the natural lot of the lover.

But that he should have to be jealous of a Walter Hine--there was the sting.

He asked the old question over and over again, the old futile question which the unrewarded suitor puts to himself with amazement and a despair at the ridiculous eccentricities of human nature.

"What in the world can she see in the fellow ?" However, he did not lose heart.

It was not in his nature to let go once he had clearly set his desires upon a particular goal.
Sooner or later, people and things would adjust themselves to their proper proportions in Sylvia's eyes.