overdone. There is such a thing as going too far. You have to
compromise even if you don't look as well as you might. You can't
be too very conspicuously different from your neighbors, even in
the right direction."

"You know," she said, stopping and looking at him, "I believe you're
going to get very conservative some day--like my brothers."

She came over and touched his tie and smoothed his hair.

"Well, one of us ought to be, for the good of the family," he
commented, half smiling.

"I'm not so sure, though, that it will be you, either."

"It's a charming day. See how nice those white-marble statues
look. Shall we go to the Cluny or Versailles or Fontainbleau?
To-night we ought to see Bernhardt at the Francaise."

Aileen was so gay. It was so splendid to be traveling with her
true husband at last.

It was on this trip that Cowperwood's taste for art and life and
his determination to possess them revived to the fullest. He made
the acquaintance in London, Paris, and Brussels of the important
art dealers. His conception of great masters and the older schools
of art shaped themselves. By one of the dealers in London, who
at once recognized in him a possible future patron, he was invited
with Aileen to view certain private collections, and here and there
was an artist, such as Lord Leighton, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, or