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"
To
the
devil
with
such
a
life
!
Why
twelve
years
?
Why
not
at
the
end
of
the
second
or
third
?
"
Again
,
it
was
so
very
evident
,
in
so
many
ways
,
that
force
was
the
answer
--
great
mental
and
physical
force
.
Why
,
these
giants
of
commerce
and
money
could
do
as
they
pleased
in
this
life
,
and
did
.
He
had
already
had
ample
local
evidence
of
it
in
more
than
one
direction
.
Worse
--
the
little
guardians
of
so-called
law
and
morality
,
the
newspapers
,
the
preachers
,
the
police
,
and
the
public
moralists
generally
,
so
loud
in
their
denunciation
of
evil
in
humble
places
,
were
cowards
all
when
it
came
to
corruption
in
high
ones
.
They
did
not
dare
to
utter
a
feeble
squeak
until
some
giant
had
accidentally
fallen
and
they
could
do
so
without
danger
to
themselves
.
Then
,
O
Heavens
,
the
palaver
!
What
beatings
of
tom-toms
!
What
mouthings
of
pharisaical
moralities
--
platitudes
!
Run
now
,
good
people
,
for
you
may
see
clearly
how
evil
is
dealt
with
in
high
places
!
It
made
him
smile
.
Such
hypocrisy
!
Such
cant
!
Still
,
so
the
world
was
organized
,
and
it
was
not
for
him
to
set
it
right
.
Let
it
wag
as
it
would
.
The
thing
for
him
to
do
was
to
get
rich
and
hold
his
own
--
to
build
up
a
seeming
of
virtue
and
dignity
which
would
pass
muster
for
the
genuine
thing
.
Force
would
do
that
.
Quickness
of
wit
.
And
he
had
these
.
"
I
satisfy
myself
,
"
was
his
motto
;
and
it
might
well
have
been
emblazoned
upon
any
coat
of
arms
which
he
could
have
contrived
to
set
forth
his
claim
to
intellectual
and
social
nobility
.
But
this
matter
of
Aileen
was
up
for
consideration
and
solution
at
this
present
moment
,
and
because
of
his
forceful
,
determined
character
he
was
presently
not
at
all
disturbed
by
the
problem
it
presented
.
It
was
a
problem
,
like
some
of
those
knotty
financial
complications
which
presented
themselves
daily
;
but
it
was
not
insoluble
.
What
did
he
want
to
do
?
He
could
n't
leave
his
wife
and
fly
with
Aileen
,
that
was
certain
.
He
had
too
many
connections
.
He
had
too
many
social
,
and
thinking
of
his
children
and
parents
,
emotional
as
well
as
financial
ties
to
bind
him
.
Besides
,
he
was
not
at
all
sure
that
he
wanted
to
.
He
did
not
intend
to
leave
his
growing
interests
,
and
at
the
same
time
he
did
not
intend
to
give
up
Aileen
immediately
.
The
unheralded
manifestation
of
interest
on
her
part
was
too
attractive
.
Mrs.
Cowperwood
was
no
longer
what
she
should
be
physically
and
mentally
,
and
that
in
itself
to
him
was
sufficient
to
justify
his
present
interest
in
this
girl
.
Why
fear
anything
,
if
only
he
could
figure
out
a
way
to
achieve
it
without
harm
to
himself
?
At
the
same
time
he
thought
it
might
never
be
possible
for
him
to
figure
out
any
practical
or
protective
program
for
either
himself
or
Aileen
,
and
that
made
him
silent
and
reflective
.
For
by
now
he
was
intensely
drawn
to
her
,
as
he
could
feel
--
something
chemic
and
hence
dynamic
was
uppermost
in
him
now
and
clamoring
for
expression
.
At
the
same
time
,
in
contemplating
his
wife
in
connection
with
all
this
,
he
had
many
qualms
,
some
emotional
,
some
financial
.
While
she
had
yielded
to
his
youthful
enthusiasm
for
her
after
her
husband
's
death
,
he
had
only
since
learned
that
she
was
a
natural
conservator
of
public
morals
--
the
cold
purity
of
the
snowdrift
in
so
far
as
the
world
might
see
,
combined
at
times
with
the
murky
mood
of
the
wanton
.
And
yet
,
as
he
had
also
learned
,
she
was
ashamed
of
the
passion
that
at
times
swept
and
dominated
her
.
This
irritated
Cowperwood
,
as
it
would
always
irritate
any
strong
,
acquisitive
,
direct-seeing
temperament
.
While
he
had
no
desire
to
acquaint
the
whole
world
with
his
feelings
,
why
should
there
be
concealment
between
them
,
or
at
least
mental
evasion
of
a
fact
which
physically
she
subscribed
to
?
Why
do
one
thing
and
think
another
?
To
be
sure
,
she
was
devoted
to
him
in
her
quiet
way
,
not
passionately
(
as
he
looked
back
he
could
not
say
that
she
had
ever
been
that
)
,
but
intellectually
.
Duty
,
as
she
understood
it
,
played
a
great
part
in
this
.
She
was
dutiful
.
And
then
what
people
thought
,
what
the
time-spirit
demanded
--
these
were
the
great
things
.
Aileen
,
on
the
contrary
,
was
probably
not
dutiful
,
and
it
was
obvious
that
she
had
no
temperamental
connection
with
current
convention
.
No
doubt
she
had
been
as
well
instructed
as
many
another
girl
,
but
look
at
her
.
She
was
not
obeying
her
instructions
.
In
the
next
three
months
this
relationship
took
on
a
more
flagrant
form
.
Aileen
,
knowing
full
well
what
her
parents
would
think
,
how
unspeakable
in
the
mind
of
the
current
world
were
the
thoughts
she
was
thinking
,
persisted
,
nevertheless
,
in
so
thinking
and
longing
.
Cowperwood
,
now
that
she
had
gone
thus
far
and
compromised
herself
in
intention
,
if
not
in
deed
,
took
on
a
peculiar
charm
for
her
.
It
was
not
his
body
--
great
passion
is
never
that
,
exactly
.
The
flavor
of
his
spirit
was
what
attracted
and
compelled
,
like
the
glow
of
a
flame
to
a
moth
.
There
was
a
light
of
romance
in
his
eyes
,
which
,
however
governed
and
controlled
--
was
directive
and
almost
all-powerful
to
her
.
When
he
touched
her
hand
at
parting
,
it
was
as
though
she
had
received
an
electric
shock
,
and
she
recalled
that
it
was
very
difficult
for
her
to
look
directly
into
his
eyes
.
Something
akin
to
a
destructive
force
seemed
to
issue
from
them
at
times
.
Other
people
,
men
particularly
,
found
it
difficult
to
face
Cowperwood
's
glazed
stare
.
It
was
as
though
there
were
another
pair
of
eyes
behind
those
they
saw
,
watching
through
thin
,
obscuring
curtains
.
You
could
not
tell
what
he
was
thinking
.
And
during
the
next
few
months
she
found
herself
coming
closer
and
closer
to
Cowperwood
.
At
his
home
one
evening
,
seated
at
the
piano
,
no
one
else
being
present
at
the
moment
,
he
leaned
over
and
kissed
her
.
There
was
a
cold
,
snowy
street
visible
through
the
interstices
of
the
hangings
of
the
windows
,
and
gas-lamps
flickering
outside
.
He
had
come
in
early
,
and
hearing
Aileen
,
he
came
to
where
she
was
seated
at
the
piano
.
She
was
wearing
a
rough
,
gray
wool
cloth
dress
,
ornately
banded
with
fringed
Oriental
embroidery
in
blue
and
burnt-orange
,
and
her
beauty
was
further
enhanced
by
a
gray
hat
planned
to
match
her
dress
,
with
a
plume
of
shaded
orange
and
blue
.
On
her
fingers
were
four
or
five
rings
,
far
too
many
--
an
opal
,
an
emerald
,
a
ruby
,
and
a
diamond
--
flashing
visibly
as
she
played
.
