Storri strove all he knew to soften the San Reve and turn her frowns to smiles.
He failed; nothing would unlock that flinty, hard reserve.
"About the Harleys," said the jealous San Reve at last.

"How do you stand with the Harleys?
You still go there ?" The San Reve shot a sharp, inquiring glance at Storri from her sea-green, sea-gray eyes.
Storri, being feline, was as has been written no one hard to rout, and could be readily driven from an enterprise.

With the loss of those French shares, his designs on Mr.Harley and his power over Dorothy had fallen to the ground.

He was left with nothing more potent than his naked hatred.

He was more hungry than before for harm against the Harleys, but the new conditions baffled him as might some bridgeless gulf.