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But
Aileen
,
her
airs
,
her
aggressive
disposition
,
her
love
of
attention
,
her
vanity
,
irritated
and
at
times
disgusted
Mrs.
Cowperwood
.
She
was
eighteen
now
,
with
a
figure
which
was
subtly
provocative
.
Her
manner
was
boyish
,
hoydenish
at
times
,
and
although
convent-trained
,
she
was
inclined
to
balk
at
restraint
in
any
form
.
But
there
was
a
softness
lurking
in
her
blue
eyes
that
was
most
sympathetic
and
human
.
St.
Timothy
's
and
the
convent
school
in
Germantown
had
been
the
choice
of
her
parents
for
her
education
--
what
they
called
a
good
Catholic
education
.
She
had
learned
a
great
deal
about
the
theory
and
forms
of
the
Catholic
ritual
,
but
she
could
not
understand
them
.
The
church
,
with
its
tall
,
dimly
radiant
windows
,
its
high
,
white
altar
,
its
figure
of
St.
Joseph
on
one
side
and
the
Virgin
Mary
on
the
other
,
clothed
in
golden-starred
robes
of
blue
,
wearing
haloes
and
carrying
scepters
,
had
impressed
her
greatly
.
The
church
as
a
whole
--
any
Catholic
church
--
was
beautiful
to
look
at
--
soothing
.
The
altar
,
during
high
mass
,
lit
with
a
half-hundred
or
more
candles
,
and
dignified
and
made
impressive
by
the
rich
,
lacy
vestments
of
the
priests
and
the
acolytes
,
the
impressive
needlework
and
gorgeous
colorings
of
the
amice
,
chasuble
,
cope
,
stole
,
and
maniple
,
took
her
fancy
and
held
her
eye
.
Let
us
say
there
was
always
lurking
in
her
a
sense
of
grandeur
coupled
with
a
love
of
color
and
a
love
of
love
.
From
the
first
she
was
somewhat
sex-conscious
.
She
had
no
desire
for
accuracy
,
no
desire
for
precise
information
.
Innate
sensuousness
rarely
has
.
It
basks
in
sunshine
,
bathes
in
color
,
dwells
in
a
sense
of
the
impressive
and
the
gorgeous
,
and
rests
there
.
Accuracy
is
not
necessary
except
in
the
case
of
aggressive
,
acquisitive
natures
,
when
it
manifests
itself
in
a
desire
to
seize
.
True
controlling
sensuousness
can
not
be
manifested
in
the
most
active
dispositions
,
nor
again
in
the
most
accurate
.
There
is
need
of
defining
these
statements
in
so
far
as
they
apply
to
Aileen
.
It
would
scarcely
be
fair
to
describe
her
nature
as
being
definitely
sensual
at
this
time
.
It
was
too
rudimentary
.
Any
harvest
is
of
long
growth
.
The
confessional
,
dim
on
Friday
and
Saturday
evenings
,
when
the
church
was
lighted
by
but
a
few
lamps
,
and
the
priest
's
warnings
,
penances
,
and
ecclesiastical
forgiveness
whispered
through
the
narrow
lattice
,
moved
her
as
something
subtly
pleasing
.
She
was
not
afraid
of
her
sins
.
Hell
,
so
definitely
set
forth
,
did
not
frighten
her
.
Really
,
it
had
not
laid
hold
on
her
conscience
.
The
old
women
and
old
men
hobbling
into
church
,
bowed
in
prayer
,
murmuring
over
their
beads
,
were
objects
of
curious
interest
like
the
wood-carvings
in
the
peculiar
array
of
wood-reliefs
emphasizing
the
Stations
of
the
Cross
.
She
herself
had
liked
to
confess
,
particularly
when
she
was
fourteen
and
fifteen
,
and
to
listen
to
the
priest
's
voice
as
he
admonished
her
with
,
"
Now
,
my
dear
child
.
"
A
particularly
old
priest
,
a
French
father
,
who
came
to
hear
their
confessions
at
school
,
interested
her
as
being
kind
and
sweet
.
His
forgiveness
and
blessing
seemed
sincere
--
better
than
her
prayers
,
which
she
went
through
perfunctorily
.
And
then
there
was
a
young
priest
at
St.
Timothy
's
,
Father
David
,
hale
and
rosy
,
with
a
curl
of
black
hair
over
his
forehead
,
and
an
almost
jaunty
way
of
wearing
his
priestly
hat
,
who
came
down
the
aisle
Sundays
sprinkling
holy
water
with
a
definite
,
distinguished
sweep
of
the
hand
,
who
took
her
fancy
.
He
heard
confessions
and
now
and
then
she
liked
to
whisper
her
strange
thoughts
to
him
while
she
actually
speculated
on
what
he
might
privately
be
thinking
.
She
could
not
,
if
she
tried
,
associate
him
with
any
divine
authority
.
He
was
too
young
,
too
human
.
There
was
something
a
little
malicious
,
teasing
,
in
the
way
she
delighted
to
tell
him
about
herself
,
and
then
walk
demurely
,
repentantly
out
.
At
St.
Agatha
's
she
had
been
rather
a
difficult
person
to
deal
with
.
She
was
,
as
the
good
sisters
of
the
school
had
readily
perceived
,
too
full
of
life
,
too
active
,
to
be
easily
controlled
.
"
That
Miss
Butler
,
"
once
observed
Sister
Constantia
,
the
Mother
Superior
,
to
Sister
Sempronia
,
Aileen
's
immediate
mentor
,
"
is
a
very
spirited
girl
,
you
may
have
a
great
deal
of
trouble
with
her
unless
you
use
a
good
deal
of
tact
.
You
may
have
to
coax
her
with
little
gifts
.
You
will
get
on
better
.
"
So
Sister
Sempronia
had
sought
to
find
what
Aileen
was
most
interested
in
,
and
bribe
her
therewith
.
Being
intensely
conscious
of
her
father
's
competence
,
and
vain
of
her
personal
superiority
,
it
was
not
so
easy
to
do
.
She
had
wanted
to
go
home
occasionally
,
though
;
she
had
wanted
to
be
allowed
to
wear
the
sister
's
rosary
of
large
beads
with
its
pendent
cross
of
ebony
and
its
silver
Christ
,
and
this
was
held
up
as
a
great
privilege
.
For
keeping
quiet
in
class
,
walking
softly
,
and
speaking
softly
--
as
much
as
it
was
in
her
to
do
--
for
not
stealing
into
other
girl
's
rooms
after
lights
were
out
,
and
for
abandoning
crushes
on
this
and
that
sympathetic
sister
,
these
awards
and
others
,
such
as
walking
out
in
the
grounds
on
Saturday
afternoons
,
being
allowed
to
have
all
the
flowers
she
wanted
,
some
extra
dresses
,
jewels
,
etc.
,
were
offered
.
She
liked
music
and
the
idea
of
painting
,
though
she
had
no
talent
in
that
direction
;
and
books
,
novels
,
interested
her
,
but
she
could
not
get
them
.
The
rest
--
grammar
,
spelling
,
sewing
,
church
and
general
history
--
she
loathed
.
Deportment
--
well
,
there
was
something
in
that
.
She
had
liked
the
rather
exaggerated
curtsies
they
taught
her
,
and
she
had
often
reflected
on
how
she
would
use
them
when
she
reached
home
.
When
she
came
out
into
life
the
little
social
distinctions
which
have
been
indicated
began
to
impress
themselves
on
her
,
and
she
wished
sincerely
that
her
father
would
build
a
better
home
--
a
mansion
--
such
as
those
she
saw
elsewhere
,
and
launch
her
properly
in
society
.
Failing
in
that
,
she
could
think
of
nothing
save
clothes
,
jewels
,
riding-horses
,
carriages
,
and
the
appropriate
changes
of
costume
which
were
allowed
her
for
these
.
Her
family
could
not
entertain
in
any
distinguished
way
where
they
were
,
and
so
already
,
at
eighteen
,
she
was
beginning
to
feel
the
sting
of
a
blighted
ambition
.
She
was
eager
for
life
.
How
was
she
to
get
it
?
Her
room
was
a
study
in
the
foibles
of
an
eager
and
ambitious
mind
.
It
was
full
of
clothes
,
beautiful
things
for
all
occasions
--
jewelry
--
which
she
had
small
opportunity
to
wear
--
shoes
,
stockings
,
lingerie
,
laces
.
In
a
crude
way
she
had
made
a
study
of
perfumes
and
cosmetics
,
though
she
needed
the
latter
not
at
all
,
and
these
were
present
in
abundance
.
She
was
not
very
orderly
,
and
she
loved
lavishness
of
display
;
and
her
curtains
,
hangings
,
table
ornaments
,
and
pictures
inclined
to
gorgeousness
,
which
did
not
go
well
with
the
rest
of
the
house
.
Aileen
always
reminded
Cowperwood
of
a
high-stepping
horse
without
a
check-rein
.
He
met
her
at
various
times
,
shopping
with
her
mother
,
out
driving
with
her
father
,
and
he
was
always
interested
and
amused
at
the
affected
,
bored
tone
she
assumed
before
him
--
the
"
Oh
,
dear
!
Oh
,
dear
!
Life
is
so
tiresome
,
do
n't
you
know
,
"
when
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
every
moment
of
it
was
of
thrilling
interest
to
her
.
Cowperwood
took
her
mental
measurement
exactly
.
A
girl
with
a
high
sense
of
life
in
her
,
romantic
,
full
of
the
thought
of
love
and
its
possibilities
.
