And"-- lightly--"I really can't have you being jealous of an inanimate thing like a grand piano!" Roger's frown relaxed a little.

His threat to smash the piano sounded foolish even in his own ears.

But he hated the instrument none the less, although without precisely knowing why.

Subconsciously he was aware that the real Nan still eluded him.

She was his in the eyes of the world--pledged to be his wife--yet he knew that although he might possess her body it would bring him no nearer the possession of her soul and spirit.