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His
mind
,
in
spite
of
his
outward
placidity
,
was
tinged
with
a
great
seeking
.
Wealth
,
in
the
beginning
,
had
seemed
the
only
goal
,
to
which
had
been
added
the
beauty
of
women
.
And
now
art
,
for
art
's
sake
--
the
first
faint
radiance
of
a
rosy
dawn
--
had
begun
to
shine
in
upon
him
,
and
to
the
beauty
of
womanhood
he
was
beginning
to
see
how
necessary
it
was
to
add
the
beauty
of
life
--
the
beauty
of
material
background
--
how
,
in
fact
,
the
only
background
for
great
beauty
was
great
art
.
This
girl
,
this
Aileen
Butler
,
her
raw
youth
and
radiance
,
was
nevertheless
creating
in
him
a
sense
of
the
distinguished
and
a
need
for
it
which
had
never
existed
in
him
before
to
the
same
degree
.
It
is
impossible
to
define
these
subtleties
of
reaction
,
temperament
on
temperament
,
for
no
one
knows
to
what
degree
we
are
marked
by
the
things
which
attract
us
.
A
love
affair
such
as
this
had
proved
to
be
was
little
less
or
more
than
a
drop
of
coloring
added
to
a
glass
of
clear
water
,
or
a
foreign
chemical
agent
introduced
into
a
delicate
chemical
formula
.
In
short
,
for
all
her
crudeness
,
Aileen
Butler
was
a
definite
force
personally
.
Her
nature
,
in
a
way
,
a
protest
against
the
clumsy
conditions
by
which
she
found
herself
surrounded
,
was
almost
irrationally
ambitious
.
To
think
that
for
so
long
,
having
been
born
into
the
Butler
family
,
she
had
been
the
subject
,
as
well
as
the
victim
of
such
commonplace
and
inartistic
illusions
and
conditions
,
whereas
now
,
owing
to
her
contact
with
,
and
mental
subordination
to
Cowperwood
,
she
was
learning
so
many
wonderful
phases
of
social
,
as
well
as
financial
,
refinement
of
which
previously
she
had
guessed
nothing
.
The
wonder
,
for
instance
,
of
a
future
social
career
as
the
wife
of
such
a
man
as
Frank
Cowperwood
.
The
beauty
and
resourcefulness
of
his
mind
,
which
,
after
hours
of
intimate
contact
with
her
,
he
was
pleased
to
reveal
,
and
which
,
so
definite
were
his
comments
and
instructions
,
she
could
not
fail
to
sense
.
The
wonder
of
his
financial
and
artistic
and
future
social
dreams
.
And
,
oh
,
oh
,
she
was
his
,
and
he
was
hers
.
She
was
actually
beside
herself
at
times
with
the
glory
,
as
well
as
the
delight
of
all
this
.
At
the
same
time
,
her
father
's
local
reputation
as
a
quondam
garbage
contractor
(
"
slop-collector
"
was
the
unfeeling
comment
of
the
vulgarian
cognoscenti
)
;
her
own
unavailing
efforts
to
right
a
condition
of
material
vulgarity
or
artistic
anarchy
in
her
own
home
;
the
hopelessness
of
ever
being
admitted
to
those
distinguished
portals
which
she
recognized
afar
off
as
the
last
sanctum
sanctorum
of
established
respectability
and
social
distinction
,
had
bred
in
her
,
even
at
this
early
age
,
a
feeling
of
deadly
opposition
to
her
home
conditions
as
they
stood
.
Such
a
house
compared
to
Cowperwood
's
!
Her
dear
,
but
ignorant
,
father
!
And
this
great
man
,
her
lover
,
had
now
condescended
to
love
her
--
see
in
her
his
future
wife
.
Oh
,
God
,
that
it
might
not
fail
!
Through
the
Cowperwoods
at
first
she
had
hoped
to
meet
a
few
people
,
young
men
and
women
--
and
particularly
men
--
who
were
above
the
station
in
which
she
found
herself
,
and
to
whom
her
beauty
and
prospective
fortune
would
commend
her
;
but
this
had
not
been
the
case
.
The
Cowperwoods
themselves
,
in
spite
of
Frank
Cowperwood
's
artistic
proclivities
and
growing
wealth
,
had
not
penetrated
the
inner
circle
as
yet
.
In
fact
,
aside
from
the
subtle
,
preliminary
consideration
which
they
were
receiving
,
they
were
a
long
way
off
.
None
the
less
,
and
instinctively
in
Cowperwood
Aileen
recognized
a
way
out
--
a
door
--
and
by
the
same
token
a
subtle
,
impending
artistic
future
of
great
magnificence
.
This
man
would
rise
beyond
anything
he
now
dreamed
of
--
she
felt
it
.
There
was
in
him
,
in
some
nebulous
,
unrecognizable
form
,
a
great
artistic
reality
which
was
finer
than
anything
she
could
plan
for
herself
.
She
wanted
luxury
,
magnificence
,
social
station
.
Well
,
if
she
could
get
this
man
they
would
come
to
her
.
There
were
,
apparently
,
insuperable
barriers
in
the
way
;
but
hers
was
no
weakling
nature
,
and
neither
was
his
.
They
ran
together
temperamentally
from
the
first
like
two
leopards
.
Her
own
thoughts
--
crude
,
half
formulated
,
half
spoken
--
nevertheless
matched
his
to
a
degree
in
the
equality
of
their
force
and
their
raw
directness
.
"
I
do
n't
think
papa
knows
how
to
do
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
one
day
.
"
It
is
n't
his
fault
.
He
ca
n't
help
it
.
He
knows
that
he
ca
n't
.
And
he
knows
that
I
know
it
.
For
years
I
wanted
him
to
move
out
of
that
old
house
there
.
He
knows
that
he
ought
to
.
But
even
that
would
n't
do
much
good
.
"
She
paused
,
looking
at
him
with
a
straight
,
clear
,
vigorous
glance
.
He
liked
the
medallion
sharpness
of
her
features
--
their
smooth
,
Greek
modeling
.
"
Never
mind
,
pet
,
"
he
replied
.
"
We
will
arrange
all
these
things
later
.
I
do
n't
see
my
way
out
of
this
just
now
;
but
I
think
the
best
thing
to
do
is
to
confess
to
Lillian
some
day
,
and
see
if
some
other
plan
ca
n't
be
arranged
.
I
want
to
fix
it
so
the
children
wo
n't
suffer
.
I
can
provide
for
them
amply
,
and
I
would
n't
be
at
all
surprised
if
Lillian
would
be
willing
to
let
me
go
.
She
certainly
would
n't
want
any
publicity
.
"
