It was unfortunate that Radmore seemed to regard Jack Tosswill as a mere boy--a rather tiresome, priggish boy.

Still, that had its good side.

Jack was only a very slight complication after all! Again she cast a fleeting thought to Tremaine.

In a sense he was her real mate, her real soul, and, yes, body mate.

If only he wasn't so poor! She felt for a moment tempted to throw up everything--to do what he had so urged her to do, what he was always writing and begging her to do.