Cowperwood, so able, and rapidly becoming so distinguished, seemed to realize it.

The days that had been passing had brought them somewhat closer together in spirit.

He was nice to her and liked to talk to her.

Whenever he was at her home now, or she was at his and he was present, he managed somehow to say a word.

He would come over quite near and look at her in a warm friendly fashion.
"Well, Aileen"-- she could see his genial eyes--"how is it with you?
How are your father and mother?
Been out driving?
That's fine.