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Life
and
character
must
really
get
somewhere
to
be
admirable
,
and
Harold
,
really
and
truly
,
did
not
seem
to
be
getting
anywhere
.
He
taught
,
stormed
,
dreamed
,
wept
;
but
he
ate
his
three
meals
a
day
,
Rita
noticed
,
and
he
took
an
excited
interest
at
times
in
other
women
.
To
be
the
be-all
and
end-all
of
some
one
man
's
life
was
the
least
that
Rita
could
conceive
or
concede
as
the
worth
of
her
personality
,
and
so
,
as
the
years
went
on
and
Harold
began
to
be
unfaithful
,
first
in
moods
,
transports
,
then
in
deeds
,
her
mood
became
dangerous
.
She
counted
them
up
--
a
girl
music
pupil
,
then
an
art
student
,
then
the
wife
of
a
banker
at
whose
house
Harold
played
socially
.
There
followed
strange
,
sullen
moods
on
the
part
of
Rita
,
visits
home
,
groveling
repentances
on
the
part
of
Harold
,
tears
,
violent
,
passionate
reunions
,
and
then
the
same
thing
over
again
.
What
would
you
?
Rita
was
not
jealous
of
Harold
any
more
;
she
had
lost
faith
in
his
ability
as
a
musician
.
But
she
was
disappointed
that
her
charms
were
not
sufficient
to
blind
him
to
all
others
.
That
was
the
fly
in
the
ointment
.
It
was
an
affront
to
her
beauty
,
and
she
was
still
beautiful
.
She
was
unctuously
full-bodied
,
not
quite
so
tall
as
Aileen
,
not
really
as
large
,
but
rounder
and
plumper
,
softer
and
more
seductive
.
Physically
she
was
not
well
set
up
,
so
vigorous
;
but
her
eyes
and
mouth
and
the
roving
character
of
her
mind
held
a
strange
lure
.
Mentally
she
was
much
more
aware
than
Aileen
,
much
more
precise
in
her
knowledge
of
art
,
music
,
literature
,
and
current
events
;
and
in
the
field
of
romance
she
was
much
more
vague
and
alluring
.
She
knew
many
things
about
flowers
,
precious
stones
,
insects
,
birds
,
characters
in
fiction
,
and
poetic
prose
and
verse
generally
.
At
the
time
the
Cowperwoods
first
met
the
Sohlbergs
the
latter
still
had
their
studio
in
the
New
Arts
Building
,
and
all
was
seemingly
as
serene
as
a
May
morning
,
only
Harold
was
not
getting
along
very
well
.
He
was
drifting
.
The
meeting
was
at
a
tea
given
by
the
Haatstaedts
,
with
whom
the
Cowperwoods
were
still
friendly
,
and
Harold
played
.
Aileen
,
who
was
there
alone
,
seeing
a
chance
to
brighten
her
own
life
a
little
,
invited
the
Sohlbergs
,
who
seemed
rather
above
the
average
,
to
her
house
to
a
musical
evening
.
They
came
.
On
this
occasion
Cowperwood
took
one
look
at
Sohlberg
and
placed
him
exactly
.
"
An
erratic
,
emotional
temperament
,
"
he
thought
.
"
Probably
not
able
to
place
himself
for
want
of
consistency
and
application
.
"
But
he
liked
him
after
a
fashion
.
Sohlberg
was
interesting
as
an
artistic
type
or
figure
--
quite
like
a
character
in
a
Japanese
print
might
be
.
He
greeted
him
pleasantly
.
"
And
Mrs.
Sohlberg
,
I
suppose
,
"
he
remarked
,
feelingly
,
catching
a
quick
suggestion
of
the
rhythm
and
sufficiency
and
naive
taste
that
went
with
her
.
She
was
in
simple
white
and
blue
--
small
blue
ribbons
threaded
above
lacy
flounces
in
the
skin
.
Her
arms
and
throat
were
deliciously
soft
and
bare
.
Her
eyes
were
quick
,
and
yet
soft
and
babyish
--
petted
eyes
.
"
You
know
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
with
a
peculiar
rounded
formation
of
the
mouth
,
which
was
a
characteristic
of
her
when
she
talked
--
a
pretty
,
pouty
mouth
,
"
I
thought
we
would
never
get
heah
at
all
.
There
was
a
fire
"
--
she
pronounced
it
fy-yah
--
"
at
Twelfth
Street
"
(
the
Twelfth
was
Twalfth
in
her
mouth
)
"
and
the
engines
were
all
about
there
.
Oh
,
such
sparks
and
smoke
!
And
the
flames
coming
out
of
the
windows
!
The
flames
were
a
very
dark
red
--
almost
orange
and
black
.
They
're
pretty
when
they
're
that
way
--
do
n't
you
think
so
?
"
Cowperwood
was
charmed
.
"
Indeed
,
I
do
,
"
he
said
,
genially
,
using
a
kind
of
superior
and
yet
sympathetic
air
which
he
could
easily
assume
on
occasion
.
He
felt
as
though
Mrs.
Sohlberg
might
be
a
charming
daughter
to
him
--
she
was
so
cuddling
and
shy
--
and
yet
he
could
see
that
she
was
definite
and
individual
.
Her
arms
and
face
,
he
told
himself
,
were
lovely
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
only
saw
before
her
a
smart
,
cold
,
exact
man
--
capable
,
very
,
she
presumed
--
with
brilliant
,
incisive
eyes
.
How
different
from
Harold
,
she
thought
,
who
would
never
be
anything
much
--
not
even
famous
.
"
I
'm
so
glad
you
brought
your
violin
,
"
Aileen
was
saying
to
Harold
,
who
was
in
another
corner
.
"
I
've
been
looking
forward
to
your
coming
to
play
for
us
.
"
