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He
looked
at
her
keenly
,
and
she
thrilled
.
"
I
do
n't
think
we
'd
better
talk
so
here
,
"
she
replied
.
"
You
'd
better
be
--
"
He
laid
his
hand
on
the
back
of
her
chair
,
almost
touching
her
shoulder
.
"
Rita
,
"
he
said
,
using
her
given
name
again
,
"
you
wonderful
woman
!
"
"
Oh
!
"
she
breathed
.
Cowperwood
did
not
see
Mrs.
Sohlberg
again
for
over
a
week
--
ten
days
exactly
--
when
one
afternoon
Aileen
came
for
him
in
a
new
kind
of
trap
,
having
stopped
first
to
pick
up
the
Sohlbergs
.
Harold
was
up
in
front
with
her
and
she
had
left
a
place
behind
for
Cowperwood
with
Rita
.
She
did
not
in
the
vaguest
way
suspect
how
interested
he
was
--
his
manner
was
so
deceptive
.
Aileen
imagined
that
she
was
the
superior
woman
of
the
two
,
the
better-looking
,
the
better-dressed
,
hence
the
more
ensnaring
.
She
could
not
guess
what
a
lure
this
woman
's
temperament
had
for
Cowperwood
,
who
was
so
brisk
,
dynamic
,
seemingly
unromantic
,
but
who
,
just
the
same
,
in
his
nature
concealed
(
under
a
very
forceful
exterior
)
a
deep
underlying
element
of
romance
and
fire
.
"
This
is
charming
,
"
he
said
,
sinking
down
beside
Rita
.
"
What
a
fine
evening
!
And
the
nice
straw
hat
with
the
roses
,
and
the
nice
linen
dress
.
My
,
my
!
"
The
roses
were
red
;
the
dress
white
,
with
thin
,
green
ribbon
run
through
it
here
and
there
.
She
was
keenly
aware
of
the
reason
for
his
enthusiasm
.
He
was
so
different
from
Harold
,
so
healthy
and
out-of-doorish
,
so
able
.
To-day
Harold
had
been
in
tantrums
over
fate
,
life
,
his
lack
of
success
.
"
Oh
,
I
should
n't
complain
so
much
if
I
were
you
,
"
she
had
said
to
him
,
bitterly
.
"
You
might
work
harder
and
storm
less
.
"
This
had
produced
a
scene
which
she
had
escaped
by
going
for
a
walk
.
Almost
at
the
very
moment
when
she
had
returned
Aileen
had
appeared
.
It
was
a
way
out
.
She
had
cheered
up
,
and
accepted
,
dressed
.
So
had
Sohlberg
.
Apparently
smiling
and
happy
,
they
had
set
out
on
the
drive
.
Now
,
as
Cowperwood
spoke
,
she
glanced
about
her
contentedly
.
"
I
'm
lovely
,
"
she
thought
,
"
and
he
loves
me
.
How
wonderful
it
would
be
if
we
dared
.
"
But
she
said
aloud
:
"
I
'm
not
so
very
nice
.
It
's
just
the
day
--
do
n't
you
think
so
?
It
's
a
simple
dress
.
I
'm
not
very
happy
,
though
,
to-night
,
either
.
"
