Tuiver's Harvard career: how he had met the peerless Southern
beauty, and had given up college and pursued her to her home. I had
pictured the wooing in the rosy lights of romance, with all the
glamour of worldly greatness. But now, suddenly, what a glimpse into
the soul of the princely lover! "He had a good scare, let me tell
you," said Claire. "He never knew what I was going to do from one
minute to the next."

"Did he see you in the crowd before the church door?" I inquired.

"No," she replied, "but he thought of me, I can promise you."

"He knew you were coming?"

She answered, "I told him I had got an admission card, just to make
sure he'd keep me in mind!"

4. I did not have to hear much more of Claire's story before making
up my mind that the wealthiest and most fashionable of New York's
young bachelors was a rather self-centred person. He had fallen
desperately in love with the peerless Southern beauty, and when she
had refused to have anything to do with him, he had come back to the
other woman for consolation, and had compelled her to pretend to
sympathize with his agonies of soul. And this when he knew that she
loved him with the intensity of a jealous nature.

Claire had her own view of Sylvia Castleman, a view for which I
naturally made due reservations. Sylvia was a schemer, who had known
from the first what she wanted, and had played her part with
masterly skill. As for Claire, she had striven to match her moves,