Cowperwood watched the varying expression of her face from time to time, and if she had been at all psychic she must have felt something.

Fortunately she was not.

Semple talked to him pleasantly, because in the first place Frank was becoming financially significant, was suave and ingratiating, and in the next place he was anxious to get richer and somehow Frank represented progress to him in that line.

One spring evening they sat on the porch and talked--nothing very important--slavery, street-cars, the panic--it was on then, that of 1857--the development of the West.

Mr.
Semple wanted to know all about the stock exchange.