Chapter 50

At his insistence she somewhat reluctantly left _A Lady of Leisure_ with him. When she had gone he neglected everything else to read it through, from cover to cover. When he had finished it--it took but a couple of hours--he said to himself that though the book was mere froth of quick-wittedness and gayety--froth that melted in the mouth leaving a delicious taste if no substance--he believed a woman who was capable of that was capable of infinitely more. What about that clipping he had carried about with him so lon…