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"
Do
n't
be
silly
,
Aileen
,
"
he
would
reply
.
"
Do
n't
be
coarse
.
You
know
I
would
n't
take
up
with
a
stenographer
.
An
office
is
n't
the
place
for
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
"
Oh
,
is
n't
it
?
Do
n't
silly
me
.
I
know
you
.
Any
old
place
is
good
enough
for
you
.
He
laughed
,
and
so
did
she
.
She
could
not
help
it
.
She
loved
him
so
.
There
was
no
particular
bitterness
in
her
assaults
.
She
loved
him
,
and
very
often
he
would
take
her
in
his
arms
,
kiss
her
tenderly
,
and
coo
:
"
Are
you
my
fine
big
baby
?
Are
you
my
red-headed
doll
?
Do
you
really
love
me
so
much
?
Kiss
me
,
then
.
"
Frankly
,
pagan
passion
in
these
two
ran
high
.
So
long
as
they
were
not
alienated
by
extraneous
things
he
could
never
hope
for
more
delicious
human
contact
.
There
was
no
reaction
either
,
to
speak
of
,
no
gloomy
disgust
.
She
was
physically
acceptable
to
him
.
He
could
always
talk
to
her
in
a
genial
,
teasing
way
,
even
tender
,
for
she
did
not
offend
his
intellectuality
with
prudish
or
conventional
notions
.
Loving
and
foolish
as
she
was
in
some
ways
,
she
would
stand
blunt
reproof
or
correction
.
She
could
suggest
in
a
nebulous
,
blundering
way
things
that
would
be
good
for
them
to
do
.
Most
of
all
at
present
their
thoughts
centered
upon
Chicago
society
,
the
new
house
,
which
by
now
had
been
contracted
for
,
and
what
it
would
do
to
facilitate
their
introduction
and
standing
.
Never
did
a
woman
's
life
look
more
rosy
,
Aileen
thought
.
It
was
almost
too
good
to
be
true
.
Her
Frank
was
so
handsome
,
so
loving
,
so
generous
.
There
was
not
a
small
idea
about
him
.
What
if
he
did
stray
from
her
at
times
?
He
remained
faithful
to
her
spiritually
,
and
she
knew
as
yet
of
no
single
instance
in
which
he
had
failed
her
.
She
little
knew
,
as
much
as
she
knew
,
how
blandly
he
could
lie
and
protest
in
these
matters
.
But
he
was
fond
of
her
just
the
same
,
and
he
really
had
not
strayed
to
any
extent
.
By
now
also
,
Cowperwood
had
invested
about
one
hundred
thousand
dollars
in
his
gas-company
speculations
,
and
he
was
jubilant
over
his
prospects
;
the
franchises
were
good
for
twenty
years
.
By
that
time
he
would
be
nearly
sixty
,
and
he
would
probably
have
bought
,
combined
with
,
or
sold
out
to
the
older
companies
at
a
great
profit
.
The
future
of
Chicago
was
all
in
his
favor
.
He
decided
to
invest
as
much
as
thirty
thousand
dollars
in
pictures
,
if
he
could
find
the
right
ones
,
and
to
have
Aileen
's
portrait
painted
while
she
was
still
so
beautiful
.
This
matter
of
art
was
again
beginning
to
interest
him
immensely
.
Addison
had
four
or
five
good
pictures
--
a
Rousseau
,
a
Greuze
,
a
Wouverman
,
and
one
Lawrence
--
picked
up
Heaven
knows
where
.
A
hotel-man
by
the
name
of
Collard
,
a
dry-goods
and
real-estate
merchant
,
was
said
to
have
a
very
striking
collection
.
Addison
had
told
him
of
one
Davis
Trask
,
a
hardware
prince
,
who
was
now
collecting
.
There
were
many
homes
,
he
knew
where
art
was
beginning
to
be
assembled
.
He
must
begin
,
too
.
Cowperwood
,
once
the
franchises
had
been
secured
,
had
installed
Sippens
in
his
own
office
,
giving
him
charge
for
the
time
being
.
Small
rented
offices
and
clerks
were
maintained
in
the
region
where
practical
plant-building
was
going
on
.
All
sorts
of
suits
to
enjoin
,
annul
,
and
restrain
had
been
begun
by
the
various
old
companies
,
but
McKibben
,
Stimson
,
and
old
General
Van
Sickle
were
fighting
these
with
Trojan
vigor
and
complacency
.
It
was
a
pleasant
scene
.
Still
no
one
knew
very
much
of
Cowperwood
's
entrance
into
Chicago
as
yet
.
He
was
a
very
minor
figure
.
His
name
had
not
even
appeared
in
connection
with
this
work
.
Other
men
were
being
celebrated
daily
,
a
little
to
his
envy
.
When
would
he
begin
to
shine
?
Soon
,
now
,
surely
.
So
off
they
went
in
June
,
comfortable
,
rich
,
gay
,
in
the
best
of
health
and
spirits
,
intent
upon
enjoying
to
the
full
their
first
holiday
abroad
.
It
was
a
wonderful
trip
.
Addison
was
good
enough
to
telegraph
flowers
to
New
York
for
Mrs.
Cowperwood
to
be
delivered
on
shipboard
.
McKibben
sent
books
of
travel
.
Cowperwood
,
uncertain
whether
anybody
would
send
flowers
,
ordered
them
himself
--
two
amazing
baskets
,
which
with
Addison
's
made
three
--
and
these
,
with
attached
cards
,
awaited
them
in
the
lobby
of
the
main
deck
.
Several
at
the
captain
's
table
took
pains
to
seek
out
the
Cowperwoods
.
They
were
invited
to
join
several
card-parties
and
to
attend
informal
concerts
.
It
was
a
rough
passage
,
however
,
and
Aileen
was
sick
.
It
was
hard
to
make
herself
look
just
nice
enough
,
and
so
she
kept
to
her
room
.
She
was
very
haughty
,
distant
to
all
but
a
few
,
and
to
these
careful
of
her
conversation
.
She
felt
herself
coming
to
be
a
very
important
person
.
Before
leaving
she
had
almost
exhausted
the
resources
of
the
Donovan
establishment
in
Chicago
.
Lingerie
,
boudoir
costumes
,
walking-costumes
,
riding-costumes
,
evening-costumes
she
possessed
in
plenty
.
She
had
a
jewel-bag
hidden
away
about
her
person
containing
all
of
thirty
thousand
dollars
'
worth
of
jewels
.
Her
shoes
,
stockings
,
hats
,
and
accessories
in
general
were
innumerable
.
Because
of
all
this
Cowperwood
was
rather
proud
of
her
.
She
had
such
a
capacity
for
life
.
His
first
wife
had
been
pale
and
rather
anemic
,
while
Aileen
was
fairly
bursting
with
sheer
physical
vitality
.
She
hummed
and
jested
and
primped
and
posed
.
There
are
some
souls
that
just
are
,
without
previous
revision
or
introspection
.
The
earth
with
all
its
long
past
was
a
mere
suggestion
to
Aileen
,
dimly
visualized
if
at
all
.
She
may
have
heard
that
there
were
once
dinosaurs
and
flying
reptiles
,
but
if
so
it
made
no
deep
impression
on
her
.
Somebody
had
said
,
or
was
saying
,
that
we
were
descended
from
monkeys
,
which
was
quite
absurd
,
though
it
might
be
true
enough
.
On
the
sea
the
thrashing
hills
of
green
water
suggested
a
kind
of
immensity
and
terror
,
but
not
the
immensity
of
the
poet
's
heart
.
