face was thinner, less artistic. He wondered, in his di- 
rect way, whether he should always be faithful to her. 
So far he had been. But these young women like Aileen! 
Every now and then he saw one who took his fancy, and 
they were always gracious to him. He was good-looking, 
and he had a full intellectuality, which they could not 
well resist. More than once in dancing at different 
places a girl had squeezed his hand or said sweet, compli- 
mentary things to him, but he had waved the matter 
aside. His business interests, his two children, his affec- 
tion for his wife, deterred him. But this Aileen—well, 
she was Butler's daughter, and some lucky young dog 
would marry her pretty soon and carry her away. But 
whoever secured her would have to hold her by affection 
and subtle flattery and attention if he held her at all.