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was the necessity to put her best foot forward now that was really troubling her。 She must interest these men mentally； perhaps； as well as physically； and with social graces； and that was not so easy。 For all her money and comfort in Philadelphia she had never been in society in its best aspects； had never done social entertaining of any real importance。 Frank was the most important man who had ever crossed her path。 No doubt Mr。 Rambaud had a severe； old…fashioned wife。 How would she talk to her？ And Mrs。 Addison！ She would know and see everything。 Aileen almost talked out loud to herself in a consoling way as she dressed； so strenuous were her thoughts； but she went on； adding the last touches to her physical graces。
When she finally went down…stairs to see how the dining and reception rooms looked； and Fadette began putting away the welter of discarded garmentsshe was a radiant visiona splendid greenish…gold figure； with gorgeous hair； smooth； soft； shapely ivory arms； a splendid neck and bust； and a swelling form。 She felt beautiful； and yet she was a little nervoustruly。 Frank himself would be critical。 She went about looking into the dining…room； which； by the caterer's art； had been transformed into a kind of jewel…box glowing with flowers； silver； gold； tinted glass； and the snowy whiteness of linen。 It reminded her of an opal flashing all its soft fires。 She went into the general reception…room； where was a grand piano finished in pink and gold； upon which； with due thought to her one accomplishmenther playingshe had arranged the songs and instrumental pieces she did best。 Aileen was really not a brilliant musician。 For the first time in her life she felt matronlyas if now she were not a girl any more； but a woman grown； with some serious responsibilities； and yet she was not really suited to the role。 As a matter of fact； her thoughts were always fixed on the artistic； social； and dramatic aspects of life； with unfortunately a kind of nebulosity of conception which permitted no condensation into anything definite or concrete。 She could only be wildly and feverishly interested。 Just then the door clicked to Frank's keyit was nearing sixand in he came； smiling； confident； a perfect atmosphere of assurance。
〃Well！〃 he observed； surveying her in the soft glow of the reception…room lighted by wall candles judiciously arranged。 〃Who's the vision floating around here？ I'm almost afraid to touch you。 Much powder on those arms？〃
He drew her into his arms； and she put up her mouth with a sense of relief。 Obviously； he must think that she looked charming。
〃I am chalky； I guess。 You'll just have to stand it； though。 You're going to dress； anyhow。〃
She put her smooth； plump arms about his neck； and he felt pleased。 This was the kind of a woman to havea beauty。 Her neck was resplendent with a string of turquoise； her fingers too heavily jeweled； but still beautiful。 She was faintly redolent of hyacinth or lavender。 Her hair appealed to him； and； above all； the rich yellow silk of her dress； flashing fulgurously through the closely netted green。
〃Charming； girlie。 You've outdone yourself。 I haven't seen this dress before。 Where did you get it？〃
〃Here in Chicago。〃
He lifted her warm fingers； surveying her train； and turned her about。
〃You don't need any advice。 You ought to start a school。〃
〃Am I all right？〃 she queried； smartly； but with a sense of self…distrust for the moment； and all because of him。
〃You're perfect。 Couldn't be nicer。 Splendid！〃
She took heart。
〃I wish your friends would think so。 You'd better hurry。〃
He went up…stairs； and she followed； looking first into the dining…room again。 At least that was right。 Surely Frank was a master。
At seven the plop of the feet of carriage…horses was heard； and a moment later Louis； the butler； was opening the door。 Aileen went down； a little nervous； a little frigid； trying to think of many pleasant things； and wondering whether she would really succeed in being entertaining。 Cowperwood accompanied her； a very different person in so far as mood and self…poise were concerned。 To himself his own future was always secure； and that of Aileen's if he wished to make it so。 The arduous； upward…ascending rungs of the social ladder that were troubling her had no such significance to him。
The dinner； as such simple things go； was a success from what might be called a managerial and pictorial point of view。 Cowperwood； because of his varied tastes and interests； could discuss railroading with Mr。 Rambaud in a very definite and illuminating way； could talk architecture with Mr。 Lord as a student； for instance； of rare promise would talk with a master； and with a woman like Mrs。 Addison or Mrs。 Rambaud he could suggest or follow appropriate leads。 Aileen； unfortunately； was not so much at home； for her natural state and mood were remote not so much from a serious as from an accurate conception of life。 So many things； except in a very nebulous and suggestive way； were sealed books to Aileenmerely faint； distant tinklings。 She knew nothing of literature except certain authors who to the truly cultured might seem banal。 As for art； it was merely a jingle of names gathered from Cowperwood's private comments。 Her one redeeming feature was that she was truly beautiful herselfa radiant； vibrating objet d'art。 A man like Rambaud； remote； conservative； constructive； saw the place of a woman like Aileen in the life of a man like Cowperwood on the instant。 She was such a woman as he would have prized himself in a certain capacity。
Sex interest in all strong men usually endures unto the end； governed sometimes by a stoic resignation。 The experiment of such attraction can； as they well know； be made over and over； but to what end？ For many it becomes too troublesome。 Yet the presence of so glittering a spectacle as Aileen on this night touched Mr。 Rambaud with an ancient ambition。 He looked at her almost sadly。 Once he was much younger。 But alas； he had never attracted the flaming interest of any such woman。 As he studied her now he wished that he might have enjoyed such good fortune。
In contrast with Aileen's orchid glow and tinted richness Mrs。 Rambaud's simple gray silk； the collar of which came almost to her ears； was disturbingalmost reprovingbut Mrs。 Rambaud's ladylike courtesy and generosity made everything all right。 She came out of intellectual New Englandthe Emerson…Thoreau…Channing Phillips school of philosophyand was broadly tolerant。 As a matter of fact； she liked Aileen and all the Orient richness she represented。 〃Such a sweet little house this is；〃 she said； smilingly。 〃We've noticed it often。 We're not so far removed from you but what we might be called neighbors。〃
Aileen's eyes spoke appreciation。 Although she could not fully grasp Mrs。 Rambaud； she understood her； in a way； and liked her。 She was probably something like her own mother would have been if the latter had been highly educated。 While they were moving into the reception…room Taylor Lord was announced。 Cowperwood took his hand and brought him forward to the others。
〃Mrs。 Cowperwood；〃 said Lord； admiringlya tall； rugged； thoughtful person〃let me be one of many to welcome you to Chicago。 After Philadelphia you will find some things to desire at first； but we all come to like it eventually。〃
〃Oh； I'm sure I shall；〃 smiled Aileen。
〃I lived in Philadelphia years ago； but only for a little while；〃 added Lord。 〃I left there to come here。〃
The observation gave Aileen the least pause； but she passed it over lightly。 This sort of accidental reference she must learn to expect； there might be much worse bridges to cross。
〃I find Chicago all right；〃 she replied； briskly。 〃There's nothing the matter with it。 It has more snap than Philadelphia ever had。〃
〃I'm glad to hear you say that。 I like it so much。 Perhaps it's because I find such interesting things to do here。〃
He was admiring the splendor of her arms and hair。 What need had beautiful woman to be intellectual； anyhow； he was saying to himself； sensing that Aileen might be deficient in ultimate refinement。
Once more an announcement from the butler； and now Mr。 and Mrs。 Addison entered。 Addison was not at all concerned over coming hereliked the idea of it； his own position and that of his wife in Chicago was secure。 〃How are you； Cowperwood？〃 he beamed； laying one hand on the latter's shoulder。 〃This is fine of you to have us in to…night。 Mrs。 Cowperwood； I've been telling your husband for nearly a year now that he should bring you out here。 Did he tell you？〃 （Addison had not as yet confided to his wife the true history of Cowperwood and Aileen。）
〃Yes； indeed；〃 replied Aileen； gaily； feeling that Addison was charmed by her beauty。 〃I've been wanting to come； too。 It's his fault that I wasn't here sooner。〃
Addison； looking circumspectly at Aileen； said to himself that she was certainly a stunning…looking woman。 So she was the cause of the first wife's suit。 No wonder。 What a splendid creature！ He contrasted her with Mrs。 Addison； and to his wife's disadvantage。 She had never been as striking； as stand…upish as Aileen； though possibly she mig