through the Denver clubs. The thought of the probable sarcasm of his
fellows made him wince. Moreover, he was himself ashamed of his
actions. This actress was nothing to him; he thoroughly convinced
himself of that important fact at least twenty times a day. She was a
delightful companion, bright, witty, full of captivating character,
attractively winsome, to be sure, yet it was manifestly impossible for
him ever to consider her in any more serious way. This became
sufficiently clear to his reasoning, yet, at the same time, he could
never quite break free. She seldom appeared to him twice the
same--proving as changeable as the winds, her very nature seeming to
vary with a suddenness which never permitted his complete escape from
her fascinations, but left him to surmise how she would greet him next.
Frank or distant, filled with unrestrained gayety or dignified by
womanly reserve, smiling or grave, the changeable vagaries of Miss
Norvell were utterly beyond his guessing, while back of all these
outward manifestations of tantalizing personality, there continually
lurked a depth of hidden womanhood, which as constantly baffled his
efforts at fathoming. It piqued him to realize his own helplessness,
to comprehend how completely this girl turned aside his most daring
efforts at uncovering the true trend of her heart and life. She
refused to be read, wearing her various masks with a cool defiance
which apparently bespoke utter indifference to his good opinion, while
constantly affording him brief, tantalizing glimpses into half-revealed
depths that caused his heart to throb with anticipation never entirely
realized.

It did not once occur to his mind that such artifices might be directed
as much toward herself as him; he lacked the conceit which could have
convinced him that they merely marked a secret struggle for mastery, a
desperate effort to crush an inclination to surrender before the