Never fear." "Yes--well, I'd rather you'd fix it now," was her reply.
Butler himself used to strike her jovially on the shoulder in a rough, loving way, and ask, "Well, have you found him yet ?" or "Is he hanging around the outside watchin' for ye ?" If she said, "No," he would reply: "Well, he will be, never fear--worse luck.

I'll hate to see ye go, girlie! You can stay here as long as ye want to, and ye want to remember that you can always come back." Aileen paid very little attention to this bantering.

She loved her father, but it was all such a matter of course.

It was the commonplace of her existence, and not so very significant, though delightful enough.
But how eagerly she yielded herself to Cowperwood under the spring trees these days! She had no sense of that ultimate yielding that was coming, for now he merely caressed and talked to her.

He was a little doubtful about himself.