ially they were. Eugene and Angela looking at them, thinking of
the initiative and foresight of Mr. Kenyon C. Winfield and the men he
was associated with, felt sure that some day, and that not so very far
distant, they would yield their face value and much more.

CHAPTER IV

It had been while he was first perfecting his undertaking with Winfield
as to what his relationship to the new Sea Island Construction Company
was to be that Eugene had been dwelling more and more fondly upon the
impression which Suzanne Dale had originally made upon him. It was six
weeks before they met again, and then it was on the occasion of a dance
that Mrs. Dale was giving in honor of Suzanne that Eugene and Angela
were invited. Mrs. Dale admired Angela's sterling qualities as a wife,
and while there might be temperamental and social differences, she did
not think they were sufficient to warrant any discrimination between
them, at least not on her part. Angela was a good woman--not a social
figure at all--but interesting in her way. Mrs. Dale was much more
interested in Eugene, because in the first place they were very much
alike temperamentally, and in the next place because Eugene was a
successful and brilliant person. She liked to see the easy manner in
which he took life, the air with which he assumed that talent should
naturally open all doors to him. He was not conscious apparently of any
inferiority in anything but rather of a splendid superiority. She heard
it from so many that he was rapidly rising in his publishing world and
that he was interested in many things, the latest this project to create
a magnificent summer resort. Winfield was a personal friend of hers. He
had never attempted to sell her any property, but he had once said that
he might some day take her Staten Island holdings and divide them up
into town lots. This was one possibility which tended to make her
pleasant to him.

The evening in question Eugene and Angela went down to Daleview in their
automobile. Eugene always admired this district, for it gave him a sense
of height and scope which was not easily attainable elsewhere about New
York. It was still late winter and the night was cold but clear. The
great house with its verandas encased in glass was brightly lit. There
were a number of people--men and women, whom Eugene had met at various
places, and quite a number of young people whom he did not know. Angela
had to be introduced to a great many, and Eug