"I believe so. He would hardly trust so precious a jewel as that out of his sight. They say he is half-maddened by jealousy."
"And with reason, probably. Weak men, with brilliant, fashionable wives, have cause for jealousy. He's a fool to bring her right into the very midst of temptation."
"Can't help himself, I presume. It might not be prudent to attempt the caging system."
A low, chuckling laugh followed. How the blood did go rushing and seething through the veins of Leon Dexter!
"I intend to know more of her," was continued. "Where do they live?"
"In B—."
"Ah! I shall be there during the winter."
"She sees a great deal of company, I am told. Has weekly or monthly 'evenings' at which some of the most intellectual people in the city may be found."
"Easy of access, I suppose?"
"No doubt of it."