THE FINANCIER 
"Oh, I just wanted to see how you danced," she said, 
tamely, the force of her original feeling having been 
weakened by a thought of what she was doing. He 
noted the change and smiled; it gave him pause for the 
moment, but a few seconds later the same exalted mood 
had returned. It was a lovely thing to be dancing with 
her. He had not thought mere dancing could hold such 
charm. 
" You like me?" he said, suddenly, as the music drew 
to its close. 
She thrilled from head to toe at the phrase. A piece 
of ice dropped down her back could not have startled her 
more. It was apparently tactless, and yet it was any- 
thing but tactless. It was well within the range of his 
subtle understanding. She looked up quickly, directly; 
but his strong eyes were too much. 
"Why, yes," she answered, as the music stopped, try- 
ing to keep an even tone to her voice. She was shaken, 
though, as by a strong blow. She was glad they were 
walking toward a chair. 
" I like you so much," he said, relaxing his cruel definite- 
ness, "that I wondered if you really did like me." There 
was an appeal in his voice, soft and gentle. His manner 
was almost sad. 
"Why, yes," she replied, instantly returning to her 
earlier mood toward him. " You know I do." 
"I need some one like you to like me," he continued, 
in the same vein. " I need some one like you to talk to. 
Oh, you dance beautifully. You are beautiful—won- 
derful." 
"We mustn't," she said. " I mustn't. I don't know 
what I'm doing." 
She looked at a young man strolling toward her. " I 
have to explain to him. He's the one I had this with." 
Cowperwood strolled away. It was quite clear to him 
that he had just done a very treacherous thing. Under 
the current law of life he had no right to do it. It was 
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