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The
dinner
was
at
the
Park
--
an
open-air
chicken
a
la
Maryland
affair
,
with
waffles
and
champagne
to
help
out
.
Aileen
,
flattered
by
Sohlberg
's
gaiety
under
her
spell
,
was
having
a
delightful
time
,
jesting
,
toasting
,
laughing
,
walking
on
the
grass
.
Sohlberg
was
making
love
to
her
in
a
foolish
,
inconsequential
way
,
as
many
men
were
inclined
to
do
;
but
she
was
putting
him
off
gaily
with
"
silly
boy
"
and
"
hush
.
"
She
was
so
sure
of
herself
that
she
was
free
to
tell
Cowperwood
afterward
how
emotional
he
was
and
how
she
had
to
laugh
at
him
.
Cowperwood
,
quite
certain
that
she
was
faithful
,
took
it
all
in
good
part
.
Sohlberg
was
such
a
dunce
and
such
a
happy
convenience
ready
to
his
hand
.
"
He
's
not
a
bad
sort
,
"
he
commented
.
"
I
rather
like
him
,
though
I
do
n't
think
he
's
so
much
of
a
violinist
.
"
After
dinner
they
drove
along
the
lake-shore
and
out
through
an
open
bit
of
tree-blocked
prairie
land
,
the
moon
shining
in
a
clear
sky
,
filling
the
fields
and
topping
the
lake
with
a
silvery
effulgence
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
was
being
inoculated
with
the
virus
Cowperwood
,
and
it
was
taking
deadly
effect
.
The
tendency
of
her
own
disposition
,
however
lethargic
it
might
seem
,
once
it
was
stirred
emotionally
,
was
to
act
.
She
was
essentially
dynamic
and
passionate
.
Cowperwood
was
beginning
to
stand
out
in
her
mind
as
the
force
that
he
was
.
It
would
be
wonderful
to
be
loved
by
such
a
man
.
There
would
be
an
eager
,
vivid
life
between
them
.
It
frightened
and
drew
her
like
a
blazing
lamp
in
the
dark
.
To
get
control
of
herself
she
talked
of
art
,
people
,
of
Paris
,
Italy
,
and
he
responded
in
like
strain
,
but
all
the
while
he
smoothed
her
hand
,
and
once
,
under
the
shadow
of
some
trees
,
he
put
his
hand
to
her
hair
,
turned
her
face
,
and
put
his
mouth
softly
to
her
cheek
.
She
flushed
,
trembled
,
turned
pale
,
in
the
grip
of
this
strange
storm
,
but
drew
herself
together
.
It
was
wonderful
--
heaven
.
Her
old
life
was
obviously
going
to
pieces
.
"
Listen
,
"
he
said
,
guardedly
.
"
Will
you
meet
me
to-morrow
at
three
just
beyond
the
Rush
Street
bridge
?
I
will
pick
you
up
promptly
.
You
wo
n't
have
to
wait
a
moment
.
"
She
paused
,
meditating
,
dreaming
,
almost
hypnotized
by
his
strange
world
of
fancy
.
"
Will
you
?
"
he
asked
,
eagerly
.
"
Wait
,
"
she
said
,
softly
.
"
Let
me
think
.
Can
I
?
"
She
paused
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
after
a
time
,
drawing
in
a
deep
breath
.
"
Yes
"
--
as
if
she
had
arranged
something
in
her
mind
.
"
My
sweet
,
"
he
whispered
,
pressing
her
arm
,
while
he
looked
at
her
profile
in
the
moonlight
