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Since
the
days
in
which
Aileen
had
been
left
more
or
less
lonely
by
Cowperwood
,
however
,
no
two
individuals
had
been
more
faithful
in
their
attentions
than
Taylor
Lord
and
Kent
McKibben
.
Both
were
fond
of
her
in
a
general
way
,
finding
her
interesting
physically
and
temperamentally
;
but
,
being
beholden
to
the
magnate
for
many
favors
,
they
were
exceedingly
circumspect
in
their
attitude
toward
her
,
particularly
during
those
early
years
in
which
they
knew
that
Cowperwood
was
intensely
devoted
to
her
.
Later
they
were
not
so
careful
.
It
was
during
this
latter
period
that
Aileen
came
gradually
,
through
the
agency
of
these
two
men
,
to
share
in
a
form
of
mid-world
life
that
was
not
utterly
dull
.
In
every
large
city
there
is
a
kind
of
social
half
world
,
where
artists
and
the
more
adventurous
of
the
socially
unconventional
and
restless
meet
for
an
exchange
of
things
which
can
not
be
counted
mere
social
form
and
civility
.
It
is
the
age-old
world
of
Bohemia
.
Hither
resort
those
"
accidentals
"
of
fancy
that
make
the
stage
,
the
drawing-room
,
and
all
the
schools
of
artistic
endeavor
interesting
or
peculiar
.
In
a
number
of
studios
in
Chicago
such
as
those
of
Lane
Cross
and
Rhees
Crier
,
such
little
circles
were
to
be
found
.
Rhees
Crier
,
for
instance
,
a
purely
parlor
artist
,
with
all
the
airs
,
conventions
,
and
social
adaptability
of
the
tribe
,
had
quite
a
following
.
Here
and
to
several
other
places
by
turns
Taylor
Lord
and
Kent
McKibben
conducted
Aileen
,
both
asking
and
obtaining
permission
to
be
civil
to
her
when
Cowperwood
was
away
.
Among
the
friends
of
these
two
at
this
time
was
a
certain
Polk
Lynde
,
an
interesting
society
figure
,
whose
father
owned
an
immense
reaper
works
,
and
whose
time
was
spent
in
idling
,
racing
,
gambling
,
socializing
--
anything
,
in
short
,
that
it
came
into
his
head
to
do
.
He
was
tall
,
dark
,
athletic
,
straight
,
muscular
,
with
a
small
dark
mustache
,
dark
,
black-brown
eyes
,
kinky
black
hair
,
and
a
fine
,
almost
military
carriage
--
which
he
clothed
always
to
the
best
advantage
.
A
clever
philanderer
,
it
was
quite
his
pride
that
he
did
not
boast
of
his
conquests
.
One
look
at
him
,
however
,
by
the
initiated
,
and
the
story
was
told
.
Aileen
first
saw
him
on
a
visit
to
the
studio
of
Rhees
Grier
.
Being
introduced
to
him
very
casually
on
this
occasion
,
she
was
nevertheless
clearly
conscious
that
she
was
encountering
a
fascinating
man
,
and
that
he
was
fixing
her
with
a
warm
,
avid
eye
.
For
the
moment
she
recoiled
from
him
as
being
a
little
too
brazen
in
his
stare
,
and
yet
she
admired
the
general
appearance
of
him
.
He
was
of
that
smart
world
that
she
admired
so
much
,
and
from
which
now
apparently
she
was
hopelessly
debarred
.
That
trig
,
bold
air
of
his
realized
for
her
at
last
the
type
of
man
,
outside
of
Cowperwood
,
whom
she
would
prefer
within
limits
to
admire
her
.
If
she
were
going
to
be
"
bad
,
"
as
she
would
have
phrased
it
to
herself
,
she
would
be
"
bad
"
with
a
man
such
as
he
.
He
would
be
winsome
and
coaxing
,
but
at
the
same
time
strong
,
direct
,
deliciously
brutal
,
like
her
Frank
.
He
had
,
too
,
what
Cowperwood
could
not
have
,
a
certain
social
air
or
swagger
which
came
with
idleness
,
much
loafing
,
a
sense
of
social
superiority
and
security
--
a
devil-may-care
insouciance
which
recks
little
of
other
people
's
will
or
whims
.
When
she
next
saw
him
,
which
was
several
weeks
later
at
an
affair
of
the
Courtney
Tabors
,
friends
of
Lord
's
,
he
exclaimed
:
"
Oh
yes
.
By
George
!
You
're
the
Mrs.
Cowperwood
I
met
several
weeks
ago
at
Rhees
Grier
's
studio
.
I
've
not
forgotten
you
.
I
've
seen
you
in
my
eye
all
over
Chicago
.
Taylor
Lord
introduced
me
to
you
.
Say
,
but
you
're
a
beautiful
woman
!
"
He
leaned
ingratiatingly
,
whimsically
,
admiringly
near
.
Aileen
realized
that
for
so
early
in
the
afternoon
,
and
considering
the
crowd
,
he
was
curiously
enthusiastic
.
The
truth
was
that
because
of
some
rounds
he
had
made
elsewhere
he
was
verging
toward
too
much
liquor
.
His
eye
was
alight
,
his
color
coppery
,
his
air
swagger
,
devil-may-care
,
bacchanal
.
This
made
her
a
little
cautious
;
but
she
rather
liked
his
brown
,
hard
face
,
handsome
mouth
,
and
crisp
Jovian
curls
.
His
compliment
was
not
utterly
improper
;
but
she
nevertheless
attempted
coyly
to
avoid
him
.
"
Come
,
Polk
,
here
's
an
old
friend
of
yours
over
here
--
Sadie
Boutwell
--
she
wants
to
meet
you
again
,
"
some
one
observed
,
catching
him
by
the
arm
.
"
No
,
you
do
n't
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
genially
,
and
yet
at
the
same
time
a
little
resentfully
--
the
kind
of
disjointed
resentment
a
man
who
has
had
the
least
bit
too
much
is
apt
to
feel
on
being
interrupted
.
"
I
'm
not
going
to
walk
all
over
Chicago
thinking
of
a
woman
I
've
seen
somewhere
only
to
be
carried
away
the
first
time
I
do
meet
her
.
I
'm
going
to
talk
to
her
first
.
"
