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But
for
all
his
transports
the
lure
was
still
there
.
She
was
like
a
butterfly
,
he
thought
,
yellow
and
white
or
blue
and
gold
,
fluttering
over
a
hedge
of
wild
rose
.
In
these
intimacies
it
was
that
he
came
quickly
to
understand
how
much
she
knew
of
social
movements
and
tendencies
,
though
she
was
just
an
individual
of
the
outer
fringe
.
She
caught
at
once
a
clear
understanding
of
his
social
point
of
view
,
his
art
ambition
,
his
dreams
of
something
better
for
himself
in
every
way
.
She
seemed
to
see
clearly
that
he
had
not
as
yet
realized
himself
,
that
Aileen
was
not
just
the
woman
for
him
,
though
she
might
be
one
.
She
talked
of
her
own
husband
after
a
time
in
a
tolerant
way
--
his
foibles
,
defects
,
weaknesses
.
She
was
not
unsympathetic
,
he
thought
,
just
weary
of
a
state
that
was
not
properly
balanced
either
in
love
,
ability
,
or
insight
.
Cowperwood
had
suggested
that
she
could
take
a
larger
studio
for
herself
and
Harold
--
do
away
with
the
petty
economies
that
had
hampered
her
and
him
--
and
explain
it
all
on
the
grounds
of
a
larger
generosity
on
the
part
of
her
family
.
At
first
she
objected
;
but
Cowperwood
was
tactful
and
finally
brought
it
about
.
He
again
suggested
a
little
while
later
that
she
should
persuade
Harold
to
go
to
Europe
.
There
would
be
the
same
ostensible
reason
--
additional
means
from
her
relatives
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
,
thus
urged
,
petted
,
made
over
,
assured
,
came
finally
to
accept
his
liberal
rule
--
to
bow
to
him
;
she
became
as
contented
as
a
cat
.
With
caution
she
accepted
of
his
largess
,
and
made
the
cleverest
use
of
it
she
could
.
For
something
over
a
year
neither
Sohlberg
nor
Aileen
was
aware
of
the
intimacy
which
had
sprung
up
.
Sohlberg
,
easily
bamboozled
,
went
back
to
Denmark
for
a
visit
,
then
to
study
in
Germany
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
followed
Cowperwood
to
Europe
the
following
year
.
At
Aix-les-Bains
,
Biarritz
,
Paris
,
even
London
,
Aileen
never
knew
that
there
was
an
additional
figure
in
the
background
.
Cowperwood
was
trained
by
Rita
into
a
really
finer
point
of
view
.
He
came
to
know
better
music
,
books
,
even
the
facts
.
She
encouraged
him
in
his
idea
of
a
representative
collection
of
the
old
masters
,
and
begged
him
to
be
cautious
in
his
selection
of
moderns
.
He
felt
himself
to
be
delightfully
situated
indeed
.
The
difficulty
with
this
situation
,
as
with
all
such
where
an
individual
ventures
thus
bucaneeringly
on
the
sea
of
sex
,
is
the
possibility
of
those
storms
which
result
from
misplaced
confidence
,
and
from
our
built-up
system
of
ethics
relating
to
property
in
women
.
To
Cowperwood
,
however
,
who
was
a
law
unto
himself
,
who
knew
no
law
except
such
as
might
be
imposed
upon
him
by
his
lack
of
ability
to
think
,
this
possibility
of
entanglement
,
wrath
,
rage
,
pain
,
offered
no
particular
obstacle
.
It
was
not
at
all
certain
that
any
such
thing
would
follow
.
Where
the
average
man
might
have
found
one
such
liaison
difficult
to
manage
,
Cowperwood
,
as
we
have
seen
,
had
previously
entered
on
several
such
affairs
almost
simultaneously
;
and
now
he
had
ventured
on
yet
another
;
in
the
last
instance
with
much
greater
feeling
and
enthusiasm
.
The
previous
affairs
had
been
emotional
makeshifts
at
best
--
more
or
less
idle
philanderings
in
which
his
deeper
moods
and
feelings
were
not
concerned
.
In
the
case
of
Mrs.
Sohlberg
all
this
was
changed
.
For
the
present
at
least
she
was
really
all
in
all
to
him
.
But
this
temperamental
characteristic
of
his
relating
to
his
love
of
women
,
his
artistic
if
not
emotional
subjection
to
their
beauty
,
and
the
mystery
of
their
personalities
led
him
into
still
a
further
affair
,
and
this
last
was
not
so
fortunate
in
its
outcome
.
Antoinette
Nowak
had
come
to
him
fresh
from
a
West
Side
high
school
and
a
Chicago
business
college
,
and
had
been
engaged
as
his
private
stenographer
and
secretary
.
This
girl
had
blossomed
forth
into
something
exceptional
,
as
American
children
of
foreign
parents
are
wont
to
do
.
You
would
have
scarcely
believed
that
she
,
with
her
fine
,
lithe
body
,
her
good
taste
in
dress
,
her
skill
in
stenography
,
bookkeeping
,
and
business
details
,
could
be
the
daughter
of
a
struggling
Pole
,
who
had
first
worked
in
the
Southwest
Chicago
Steel
Mills
,
and
who
had
later
kept
a
fifth-rate
cigar
,
news
,
and
stationery
store
in
the
Polish
district
,
the
merchandise
of
playing-cards
and
a
back
room
for
idling
and
casual
gaming
being
the
principal
reasons
for
its
existence
.
Antoinette
,
whose
first
name
had
not
been
Antoinette
at
all
,
but
Minka
(
the
Antoinette
having
been
borrowed
by
her
from
an
article
in
one
of
the
Chicago
Sunday
papers
)
,
was
a
fine
dark
,
brooding
girl
,
ambitious
and
hopeful
,
who
ten
days
after
she
had
accepted
her
new
place
was
admiring
Cowperwood
and
following
his
every
daring
movement
with
almost
excited
interest
.
To
be
the
wife
of
such
a
man
,
she
thought
--
to
even
command
his
interest
,
let
alone
his
affection
--
must
be
wonderful
.
After
the
dull
world
she
had
known
--
it
seemed
dull
compared
to
the
upper
,
rarefied
realms
which
she
was
beginning
to
glimpse
through
him
--
and
after
the
average
men
in
the
real-estate
office
over
the
way
where
she
had
first
worked
,
Cowperwood
,
in
his
good
clothes
,
his
remote
mood
,
his
easy
,
commanding
manner
,
touched
the
most
ambitious
chords
of
her
being
.
One
day
she
saw
Aileen
sweep
in
from
her
carriage
,
wearing
warm
brown
furs
,
smart
polished
boots
,
a
street-suit
of
corded
brown
wool
,
and
a
fur
toque
sharpened
and
emphasized
by
a
long
dark-red
feather
which
shot
upward
like
a
dagger
or
a
quill
pen
.
Antoinette
hated
her
.
She
conceived
herself
to
be
better
,
or
as
good
at
least
.
Why
was
life
divided
so
unfairly
?
What
sort
of
a
man
was
Cowperwood
,
anyhow
?
One
night
after
she
had
written
out
a
discreet
but
truthful
history
of
himself
which
he
had
dictated
to
her
,
and
which
she
had
sent
to
the
Chicago
newspapers
for
him
soon
after
the
opening
of
his
brokerage
office
in
Chicago
,
she
went
home
and
dreamed
of
what
he
had
told
her
,
only
altered
,
of
course
,
as
in
dreams
.
She
thought
that
Cowperwood
stood
beside
her
in
his
handsome
private
office
in
La
Salle
Street
and
asked
her
:
"
Antoinette
,
what
do
you
think
of
me
?
"
Antoinette
was
nonplussed
,
but
brave
.
In
her
dream
she
found
herself
intensely
interested
in
him
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
know
what
to
think
.
I
'm
so
sorry
,
"
was
her
answer
.
Then
he
laid
his
hand
on
hers
,
on
her
cheek
,
and
she
awoke
.
She
began
thinking
,
what
a
pity
,
what
a
shame
that
such
a
man
should
ever
have
been
in
prison
.
