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Aileen
,
he
reflected
,
would
not
be
capable
of
making
a
remark
such
as
this
.
She
was
not
as
beautiful
now
as
this
woman
--
not
as
alluringly
simple
,
naive
,
delicious
,
nor
yet
as
wise
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
,
he
reflected
shrewdly
,
had
a
kind
of
fool
for
a
husband
.
Would
she
take
an
interest
in
him
,
Frank
Cowperwood
?
Would
a
woman
like
this
surrender
on
any
basis
outside
of
divorce
and
marriage
?
He
wondered
.
On
her
part
,
Mrs.
Sohlberg
was
thinking
what
a
forceful
man
Cowperwood
was
,
and
how
close
he
had
stayed
by
her
.
She
felt
his
interest
,
for
she
had
often
seen
these
symptoms
in
other
men
and
knew
what
they
meant
.
She
knew
the
pull
of
her
own
beauty
,
and
,
while
she
heightened
it
as
artfully
as
she
dared
,
yet
she
kept
aloof
,
too
,
feeling
that
she
had
never
met
any
one
as
yet
for
whom
it
was
worth
while
to
be
different
.
But
Cowperwood
--
he
needed
someone
more
soulful
than
Aileen
,
she
thought
.
The
growth
of
a
relationship
between
Cowperwood
and
Rita
Sohlberg
was
fostered
quite
accidentally
by
Aileen
,
who
took
a
foolishly
sentimental
interest
in
Harold
which
yet
was
not
based
on
anything
of
real
meaning
.
She
liked
him
because
he
was
a
superlatively
gracious
,
flattering
,
emotional
man
where
women
--
pretty
women
--
were
concerned
.
She
had
some
idea
she
could
send
him
pupils
,
and
,
anyhow
,
it
was
nice
to
call
at
the
Sohlberg
studio
.
Her
social
life
was
dull
enough
as
it
was
.
So
she
went
,
and
Cowperwood
,
mindful
of
Mrs.
Sohlberg
,
came
also
.
Shrewd
to
the
point
of
destruction
,
he
encouraged
Aileen
in
her
interest
in
them
.
He
suggested
that
she
invite
them
to
dinner
,
that
they
give
a
musical
at
which
Sohlberg
could
play
and
be
paid
.
There
were
boxes
at
the
theaters
,
tickets
for
concerts
sent
,
invitations
to
drive
Sundays
or
other
days
.
The
very
chemistry
of
life
seems
to
play
into
the
hands
of
a
situation
of
this
kind
.
Once
Cowperwood
was
thinking
vividly
,
forcefully
,
of
her
,
Rita
began
to
think
in
like
manner
of
him
.
Hourly
he
grew
more
attractive
,
a
strange
,
gripping
man
.
Beset
by
his
mood
,
she
was
having
the
devil
's
own
time
with
her
conscience
.
Not
that
anything
had
been
said
as
yet
,
but
he
was
investing
her
,
gradually
beleaguering
her
,
sealing
up
,
apparently
,
one
avenue
after
another
of
escape
.
One
Thursday
afternoon
,
when
neither
Aileen
nor
he
could
attend
the
Sohlberg
tea
,
Mrs.
Sohlberg
received
a
magnificent
bunch
of
Jacqueminot
roses
.
"
For
your
nooks
and
corners
,
"
said
a
card
.
She
knew
well
enough
from
whom
it
came
and
what
it
was
worth
.
There
were
all
of
fifty
dollars
worth
of
roses
.
It
gave
her
breath
of
a
world
of
money
that
she
had
never
known
.
Daily
she
saw
the
name
of
his
banking
and
brokerage
firm
advertised
in
the
papers
.
Once
she
met
him
in
Merrill
's
store
at
noon
,
and
he
invited
her
to
lunch
;
but
she
felt
obliged
to
decline
.
Always
he
looked
at
her
with
such
straight
,
vigorous
eyes
.
To
think
that
her
beauty
had
done
or
was
doing
this
!
Her
mind
,
quite
beyond
herself
,
ran
forward
to
an
hour
when
perhaps
this
eager
,
magnetic
man
would
take
charge
of
her
in
a
way
never
dreamed
of
by
Harold
.
But
she
went
on
practising
,
shopping
,
calling
,
reading
,
brooding
over
Harold
's
inefficiency
,
and
stopping
oddly
sometimes
to
think
--
the
etherealized
grip
of
Cowperwood
upon
her
.
Those
strong
hands
of
his
--
how
fine
they
were
--
and
those
large
,
soft-hard
,
incisive
eyes
.
The
puritanism
of
Wichita
(
modified
sometime
since
by
the
art
life
of
Chicago
,
such
as
it
was
)
was
having
a
severe
struggle
with
the
manipulative
subtlety
of
the
ages
--
represented
in
this
man
.
"
You
know
you
are
very
elusive
,
"
he
said
to
her
one
evening
at
the
theater
when
he
sat
behind
her
during
the
entr
'
acte
,
and
Harold
and
Aileen
had
gone
to
walk
in
the
foyer
.
The
hubbub
of
conversation
drowned
the
sound
of
anything
that
might
be
said
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
was
particularly
pleasing
in
a
lacy
evening
gown
.
"
No
,
"
she
replied
,
amusedly
,
flattered
by
his
attention
and
acutely
conscious
of
his
physical
nearness
.
By
degrees
she
had
been
yielding
herself
to
his
mood
,
thrilling
at
his
every
word
.
"
It
seems
to
me
I
am
very
stable
,
"
she
went
on
.
"
I
'm
certainly
substantial
enough
.
"
She
looked
at
her
full
,
smooth
arm
lying
on
her
lap
.
Cowperwood
,
who
was
feeling
all
the
drag
of
her
substantiality
,
but
in
addition
the
wonder
of
her
temperament
,
which
was
so
much
richer
than
Aileen
's
,
was
deeply
moved
.
Those
little
blood
moods
that
no
words
ever
(
or
rarely
)
indicate
were
coming
to
him
from
her
--
faint
zephyr-like
emanations
of
emotions
,
moods
,
and
fancies
in
her
mind
which
allured
him
.
She
was
like
Aileen
in
animality
,
but
better
,
still
sweeter
,
more
delicate
,
much
richer
spiritually
.
Or
was
he
just
tired
of
Aileen
for
the
present
,
he
asked
himself
at
times
.
No
,
no
,
he
told
himself
that
could
not
be
.
Rita
Sohlberg
was
by
far
the
most
pleasing
woman
he
had
ever
known
.
"
Yes
,
but
elusive
,
just
the
same
,
"
he
went
on
,
leaning
toward
her
.
"
You
remind
me
of
something
that
I
can
find
no
word
for
--
a
bit
of
color
or
a
perfume
or
tone
--
a
flash
of
something
.
I
follow
you
in
my
thoughts
all
the
time
now
.
Your
knowledge
of
art
interests
me
.
I
like
your
playing
--
it
is
like
you
.
You
make
me
think
of
delightful
things
that
have
nothing
to
do
with
the
ordinary
run
of
my
life
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
