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Laughlin
,
"
went
on
Cowperwood
,
"
what
I
'm
really
out
here
in
Chicago
for
is
to
find
a
man
with
whom
I
can
go
into
partnership
in
the
brokerage
business
.
Now
I
'm
in
the
banking
and
brokerage
business
myself
in
the
East
.
I
have
a
firm
in
Philadelphia
and
a
seat
on
both
the
New
York
and
Philadelphia
exchanges
.
I
have
some
affairs
in
Fargo
also
.
Any
trade
agency
can
tell
you
about
me
.
You
have
a
Board
of
Trade
seat
here
,
and
no
doubt
you
do
some
New
York
and
Philadelphia
exchange
business
.
The
new
firm
,
if
you
would
go
in
with
me
,
could
handle
it
all
direct
.
I
'm
a
rather
strong
outside
man
myself
.
I
'm
thinking
of
locating
permanently
in
Chicago
.
What
would
you
say
now
to
going
into
business
with
me
?
Do
you
think
we
could
get
along
in
the
same
office
space
?
"
Cowperwood
had
a
way
,
when
he
wanted
to
be
pleasant
,
of
beating
the
fingers
of
his
two
hands
together
,
finger
for
finger
,
tip
for
tip
.
He
also
smiled
at
the
same
time
--
or
,
rather
,
beamed
--
his
eyes
glowing
with
a
warm
,
magnetic
,
seemingly
affectionate
light
.
As
it
happened
,
old
Peter
Laughlin
had
arrived
at
that
psychological
moment
when
he
was
wishing
that
some
such
opportunity
as
this
might
appear
and
be
available
.
He
was
a
lonely
man
,
never
having
been
able
to
bring
himself
to
trust
his
peculiar
temperament
in
the
hands
of
any
woman
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
had
never
understood
women
at
all
,
his
relations
being
confined
to
those
sad
immoralities
of
the
cheapest
character
which
only
money
--
grudgingly
given
,
at
that
--
could
buy
.
He
lived
in
three
small
rooms
in
West
Harrison
Street
,
near
Throup
,
where
he
cooked
his
own
meals
at
times
.
His
one
companion
was
a
small
spaniel
,
simple
and
affectionate
,
a
she
dog
,
Jennie
by
name
,
with
whom
he
slept
.
Jennie
was
a
docile
,
loving
companion
,
waiting
for
him
patiently
by
day
in
his
office
until
he
was
ready
to
go
home
at
night
.
He
talked
to
this
spaniel
quite
as
he
would
to
a
human
being
(
even
more
intimately
,
perhaps
)
,
taking
the
dog
's
glances
,
tail-waggings
,
and
general
movements
for
answer
.
In
the
morning
when
he
arose
,
which
was
often
as
early
as
half
past
four
,
or
even
four
--
he
was
a
brief
sleeper
--
he
would
begin
by
pulling
on
his
trousers
(
he
seldom
bathed
any
more
except
at
a
down-town
barber
shop
)
and
talking
to
Jennie
.
"
Git
up
,
now
,
Jinnie
,
"
he
would
say
.
"
It
's
time
to
git
up
.
We
've
got
to
make
our
coffee
now
and
git
some
breakfast
.
I
can
see
yuh
,
lyin
'
there
,
pertendin
'
to
be
asleep
.
Come
on
,
now
!
You
've
had
sleep
enough
.
You
've
been
sleepin
'
as
long
as
I
have
.
"
Jennie
would
be
watching
him
out
of
the
corner
of
one
loving
eye
,
her
tail
tap-tapping
on
the
bed
,
her
free
ear
going
up
and
down
.
When
he
was
fully
dressed
,
his
face
and
hands
washed
,
his
old
string
tie
pulled
around
into
a
loose
and
convenient
knot
,
his
hair
brushed
upward
,
Jennie
would
get
up
and
jump
demonstratively
about
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
"
You
see
how
prompt
I
am
.
"
"
That
's
the
way
,
"
old
Laughlin
would
comment
.
"
Allers
last
.
Yuh
never
git
up
first
,
do
yuh
,
Jinnie
?
Allers
let
yer
old
man
do
that
,
do
n't
you
?
"
On
bitter
days
,
when
the
car-wheels
squeaked
and
one
's
ears
and
fingers
seemed
to
be
in
danger
of
freezing
,
old
Laughlin
,
arrayed
in
a
heavy
,
dusty
greatcoat
of
ancient
vintage
and
a
square
hat
,
would
carry
Jennie
down-town
in
a
greenish-black
bag
along
with
some
of
his
beloved
"
sheers
"
which
he
was
meditating
on
.
Only
then
could
he
take
Jennie
in
the
cars
.
On
other
days
they
would
walk
,
for
he
liked
exercise
.
He
would
get
to
his
office
as
early
as
seven-thirty
or
eight
,
though
business
did
not
usually
begin
until
after
nine
,
and
remain
until
four-thirty
or
five
,
reading
the
papers
or
calculating
during
the
hours
when
there
were
no
customers
.
Then
he
would
take
Jennie
and
go
for
a
walk
or
to
call
on
some
business
acquaintance
.
His
home
room
,
the
newspapers
,
the
floor
of
the
exchange
,
his
offices
,
and
the
streets
were
his
only
resources
.
He
cared
nothing
for
plays
,
books
,
pictures
,
music
--
and
for
women
only
in
his
one-angled
,
mentally
impoverished
way
.
His
limitations
were
so
marked
that
to
a
lover
of
character
like
Cowperwood
he
was
fascinating
--
but
Cowperwood
only
used
character
.
He
never
idled
over
it
long
artistically
.
