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you do not feel that you can conscientiously undertake。 The letters that I have here； let me say； have come to me quite by accident。 I did not seek them。 But； since I do have them； I thought I might as well mention them as a basis for a possible talk and compromise between us。〃
Cowperwood did not smile。 He merely looked thoughtfully at Sluss； then； by way of testifying to the truthfulness of what he had been saying； thumped the letters up and down； just to show that they were real。
〃Yes；〃 said Mr。 Sluss； heavily； 〃I see。〃
He studied the bundlea small； solid affairwhile Cowperwood looked discreetly elsewhere。 He contemplated his own shoes； the floor。 He rubbed his hands and then his knees。
Cowperwood saw how completely he had collapsed。 It was ridiculous； pitiable。
〃Come； Mr。 Sluss；〃 said Cowperwood； amiably； 〃cheer up。 Things are not nearly as desperate as you think。 I give you my word right now that nothing which you yourself； on mature thought； could say was unfair will be done。 You are the mayor of Chicago。 I am a citizen。 I merely wish fair play from you。 I merely ask you to give me your word of honor that from now on you will take no part in this fight which is one of pure spite against me。 If you cannot conscientiously aid me in what I consider to be a perfectly legitimate demand for additional franchises； you will； at least； not go out of your way to publicly attack me。 I will put these letters in my safe； and there they will stay until the next campaign is over； when I will take them out and destroy them。 I have no personal feeling against younone in the world。 I do not ask you to sign any ordinance which the council may pass giving me elevated…road rights。 What I do wish you to do at this time is to refrain from stirring up public sentiment against me； especially if the council should see fit to pass an ordinance over your veto。 Is that satisfactory？〃
〃But my friends？ The public？ The Republican party？ Don't you see it is expected of me that I should wage some form of campaign against you？〃 queried Sluss； nervously。
〃No； I don't；〃 replied Cowperwood； succinctly； 〃and； anyhow； there are ways and ways of waging a public campaign。 Go through the motions； if you wish； but don't put too much heart in it。 And； anyhow； see some one of my lawyers from time to time when they call on you。 Judge Dickensheets is an able and fair man。 So is General Van Sickle。 Why not confer with them occasionally？not publicly； of course； but in some less conspicuous way。 You will find both of them most helpful。〃
Cowperwood smiled encouragingly； quite beneficently； and Chaffee Thayer Sluss； his political hopes gone glimmering； sat and mused for a few moments in a sad and helpless quandary。
〃Very well；〃 he said； at last； rubbing his hands feverishly。 〃It is what I might have expected。 I should have known。 There is no other way； but〃 Hardly able to repress the hot tears now burning beneath his eyelids； the Hon。 Mr。 Sluss picked up his hat and left the room。 Needless to add that his preachings against Cowperwood were permanently silenced。
Chapter XLV
Changing Horizons
The effect of all this was to arouse in Cowperwood the keenest feelings of superiority he had ever yet enjoyed。 Hitherto he had fancied that his enemies might worst him； but at last his path seemed clear。 He was now worth； all in all； the round sum of twenty million dollars。 His art…collection had become the most important in the Westperhaps in the nation； public collections excluded。 He began to envision himself as a national figure； possibly even an international one。 And yet he was coming to feel that； no matter how complete his financial victory might ultimately be； the chances were that he and Aileen would never be socially accepted here in Chicago。 He had done too many boisterous things alienated too many people。 He was as determined as ever to retain a firm grip on the Chicago street…railway situation。 But he was disturbed for a second time in his life by the thought that； owing to the complexities of his own temperament； he had married unhappily and would find the situation difficult of adjustment。 Aileen； whatever might be said of her deficiencies； was by no means as tractable or acquiescent as his first wife。 And； besides； he felt that he owed her a better turn。 By no means did he actually dislike her as yet； though she was no longer soothing； stimulating； or suggestive to him as she had formerly been。 Her woes； because of him； were too many； her attitude toward him too censorious。 He was perfectly willing to sympathize with her； to regret his own change of feeling； but what would you？ He could not control his own temperament any more than Aileen could control hers。
The worst of this situation was that it was now becoming complicated on Cowperwood's part with the most disturbing thoughts concerning Berenice Fleming。 Ever since the days when he had first met her mother he had been coming more and more to feel for the young girl a soul…stirring passionand that without a single look exchanged or a single word spoken。 There is a static something which is beauty； and this may be clothed in the habiliments of a ragged philosopher or in the silks and satins of pampered coquetry。 It was a suggestion of this beauty which is above sex and above age and above wealth that shone in the blowing hair and night…blue eyes of Berenice Fleming。 His visit to the Carter family at Pocono had been a disappointment to him； because of the apparent hopelessness of arousing Berenice's interest； and since that time； and during their casual encounters； she had remained politely indifferent。 Nevertheless； he remained true to his persistence in the pursuit of any game he had fixed upon。 Mrs。 Carter； whose relations with Cowperwood had in the past been not wholly platonic； nevertheless attributed much of his interest in her to her children and their vital chance。 Berenice and Rolfe themselves knew nothing concerning the nature of their mother's arrangements with Cowperwood。 True to his promise of protectorship and assistance； he had established her in a New York apartment adjacent to her daughter's school； and where he fancied that he himself might spend many happy hours were Berenice but near。 Proximity to Berenice！ The desire to arouse her interest and command her favor！ Cowperwood would scarcely have cared to admit to himself how great a part this played in a thought which had recently been creeping into his mind。 It was that of erecting a splendid house in New York。
By degrees this idea of building a New York house had grown upon him。 His Chicago mansion was a costly sepulcher in which Aileen sat brooding over the woes which had befallen her。 Moreover； aside from the social defeat which it represented； it was becoming merely as a structure； but poorly typical of the splendor and ability of his imaginations。 This second dwelling； if he ever achieved it； should be resplendent； a monument to himself。 In his speculative wanderings abroad he had seen many such great palaces； designed with the utmost care； which had housed the taste and culture of generations of men。 His art…collection； in which he took an immense pride； had been growing； until it was the basis if not the completed substance for a very splendid memorial。 Already in it were gathered paintings of all the important schools； to say nothing of collections of jade； illumined missals； porcelains； rugs； draperies； mirror frames； and a beginning at rare originals of sculpture。 The beauty of these strange things； the patient laborings of inspired souls of various times and places； moved him； on occasion； to a gentle awe。 Of all individuals he respected； indeed revered； the sincere artist。 Existence was a mystery； but these souls who set themselves to quiet tasks of beauty had caught something of which he was dimly conscious。 Life had touched them with a vision； their hearts and souls were attuned to sweet harmonies of which the common world knew nothing。 Sometimes； when he was weary after a strenuous day； he would enterlate in the night his now silent gallery； and turning on the lights so that the whole sweet room stood revealed； he would seat himself before some treasure； reflecting on the nature； the mood； the time； and the man that had produced it。 Sometimes it would be one of Rembrandt's melancholy headsthe sad 〃Portrait of a Rabbi〃or the sweet introspection of a Rousseau stream。 A solemn Dutch housewife； rendered with the bold fidelity and resonant enameled surfaces of a Hals or the cold elegance of an Ingres； commanded his utmost enthusiasm。 So he would sit and wonder at the vision and skill of the original dreamer； exclaiming at times： 〃A marvel！ A marvel！〃
At the same time； so far as Aileen was concerned things were obviously shaping up for additional changes。 She was in that peculiar state which has befallen many a womantrying to substitute a lesser ideal for a greater； and finding that the effort is useless or nearly so。 In regard to her affair with Lynde； aside from the temporary relief and diversion it had afforded her； she was beginning to feel that she had made a serious mistake。 Lynde was delightful； after his fashion。 He could a