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le。 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 bestmore 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 thoughtto even command his interest； let alone his affection must be wonderful。 After the dull world she had knownit seemed dull compared to the upper； rarefied realms which she was beginning to glimpse through himand 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 don'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。 He was so handsome。 He had been married twice。 Perhaps his first wife was very homely or very mean…spirited。 She thought of this； and the next day went to work meditatively。 Cowperwood； engrossed in his own plans； was not thinking of her at present。 He was thinking of the next moves in his interesting gas war。 And Aileen； seeing her one day； merely considered her an underling。 The woman in business was such a novelty that as yet she was declasse。 Aileen really thought nothing of Antoinette at all。
Somewhat over a year after Cowperwood had become intimate with Mrs。 Sohlberg his rather practical business relations with Antoinette Nowak took on a more intimate color。 What shall we say of this that he had already wearied of Mrs。 Sohlberg？ Not in the least。 He was desperately fond of her。 Or that he despised Aileen； whom he was thus grossly deceiving？ Not at all。 She was to him at times as attractive as everperhaps more so for the reason that her self…imagined rights were being thus roughly infringed upon。 He was sorry for her； but inclined to justify himself on the ground that these other relationswith possibly the exception of Mrs。 Sohlhergwere not enduring。 If it had been possible to marry Mrs。 Sohlberg he might have done so； and he did speculate at times as to whether anything would ever induce Aileen to leave him； but this was more or less idle speculation。 He rather fancied they would live out their days together； seeing that he was able thus easily to deceive her。 But as for a girl like Antoinette Nowak； she figured in that braided symphony of mere sex attraction which somehow makes up that geometric formula of beauty which rules the world。 She was charming in a dark way； beautiful； with eyes that burned with an unsatisfied fire； and Cowperwood； although at first only in the least moved by her； became by degrees interested in her； wondering at the amazing； transforming power of the American atmosphere。
〃Are your parents English； Antoinette？〃 he asked her； one morning； with that easy familiarity which he assumed to all underlings and minor intellectsan air that could not be resented in him； and which was usually accepted as a compliment。
Antoinette； clean and fresh in a white shirtwaist； a black walking…skirt； a ribbon of black velvet about her neck； and her long； black hair laid in a heavy braid low over her forehead and held close by a white celluloid comb； looked at him with pleased and grateful eyes。 She had been used to such different types of menthe earnest； fiery； excitable； sometimes drunken and swearing men of her childhood； always striking； marching； praying in the Catholic churches； and then the men of the business world； crazy over money； and with no understanding of anything save some few facts about Chicago and its momentary possibilities。 In Cowperwood's office； taking his letters and hearing him talk in his quick； genial way with old Laughlin； Sippens； and others； she had learned more of life than she had ever dreamed existed。 He was like a vast open window out of which she was looking upon an almost illimitable landscape。
〃No； sir；〃 she replied； dropping her slim； firm； white hand； holding a black lead…pencil restfully on her notebook。 She smiled quite innocently because she was pleased。
〃I thought not；〃 he said； 〃and yet you're American enough。〃
〃I don't know how it is；〃 she said； quite solemnly。 〃I have a brother who is quite as American as I am。 We don't either of us look like our father or mother。〃
〃What does your brother do？〃 he asked； indifferently。
〃He's one of the weighers at Arneel & Co。 He expects to be a manager sometime。〃 She smiled。
Cowperwood looked at her speculatively； and after a momentary return glance she dropped her eyes。 Slowly； in spite of herself； a telltale flush rose and mantled her brown cheeks。 It always did when he looked at her。
〃Take this letter to General Van Sickle；〃 he began； on this occasion quite helpfully； and in a few minutes she had recovered。 She could not be near Cowperwood for long at a time； however； without being stirred by a feeling which was not of her own willing。 He fascinated and suffused her with a dull fire。 She sometimes wondered whether a man so remarkable would ever be interested in a girl like her。
The end of this essential interest； of course； was the eventual assumption of Antoinette。 One might go through all the dissolving details of days in which she sat taking dictation； receiving instructions； going about her office duties in a state of apparently chill； practical； commercial single…mindedness； but it would be to no purpose。 As a matter of fact； without in any way affecting the preciseness and accuracy of her labor； her thoughts were always upon the man in the inner officethe strange master who was then seeing his men； and in between； so it seemed； a whole world of individuals； solemn and commercial； who came； presented their cards； talked at times almost interminably； and went away。 It was the rare individual； however； she observed； who had the long conversation with Cowperwood； and that interested her the more。 His instructions to her were always of the briefest； and he depended on her native intelligence to supply much that he scarcely more than suggested。
〃You understand； do you？〃 was his customary phrase。
〃Yes；〃 she would reply。
She felt as though she were fifty times as significant here as she had ever been in her life before。
The office was clean； hard； bright； like Cowperwood himself。 The morning sun； streaming in through an almost solid glass east front shaded by pale…green roll