e was enjoying the sight of her ensconced with her
father in luxurious comfort--with two servants, with a well-run house,
with pleasant gardens, with all that is at the command of an income of
six thousand a year in a comparatively inexpensive city. Only
occasionally--and then not deeply--was he troubled by the reflection
that he was still far from his goal--and had made apparently absurdly
little progress toward it through all this maneuvering. The truth was,
he preferred to linger when lingering gave him so many new kinds of
pleasure. Of those in the large and motley company that sit down to the
banquet of the senses, the most are crude, if not coarse, gluttons. They
eat fast and furiously, having a raw appetite. Now and then there is one
who has some idea of the art of enjoyment--the art of prolonging and
varying both the joys of anticipation and the joys of realization.

He turned his attention to tempting her to extravagance in dress. Rut
his success there was not all he could have wished. She wore better
clothes--much better. She no longer looked the poor working girl,
struggling desperately to be neat and clean. She had almost immediately
taken on the air of the comfortable classes. Rut everything she got for
herself was inexpensive and she made dresses for herself, and trimmed
all her hats. With the hats Norman found no fault. There her good taste
produced about as satisfactory results as could have been got at the
fashionable milliners--more satisfactory than are got by the women who
go there, with no taste of their own beyond a hazy idea that they want
"something like what Mrs. So-and-So is wearing." But homemade dresses
were a different matter.

Norman longed to have her in toilettes that would bring out the full
beauty of her marvelous figure. He, after the manner of the more
intelligent and worldly-wise New York men, had some knowledge of
women's clothes. His sister knew how to dress; Josephine knew how,
though her taste was somewhat too sober to suit Norman--at least to suit
him in Dorothy. He thought out and suggested dresses to Dorothy, and
told her where to get them. Dorothy tried to carry out at home such of
his suggestions as pleased her--for, like all women, she believed she
knew how to dress herself. Her handiwork was creditable. It would have
contented a less exacting and less trained taste than Norman's. It would
have contented him had he not been infatuated with her beauty of face
and form. As i