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Intelligence, of a raw, crude order she had certainly also a native force, tamed somewhat by the doctrines and conventions of current society, still showed clear at times in an elemental and not entirely unattractive way. At this time she was only eighteen years of age decidedly attractive from the point of view of a man of Frank Cowperwood's temperament.
She prizes it so very highly, that I feel as though I ought to thank you myself." Aileen opened her eyes. "Jade!" she observed, curiously. "Why, I don't remember." Recalling Cowperwood's proclivities on the instant, she was suspicious, distraught. Her face showed her perplexity. "Why, yes," replied Mrs. Platow, Aileen's show of surprise troubling her. "The ear-rings and necklet, you know.
She sat down, thinking, for never before had she seen Cowperwood's face wearing such an expression of stern, disturbed calculation. It was placid, like fine, white wax, and quite as cold; and those deep, vague, inscrutable eyes! So Chicago was burning. What would happen to him? Was he very much involved? He had never told her in detail of his affairs.
It was a grim theory, and yet one definitely enforced here, although as he was to learn later even this could be modified here. "You'll have to put this on," Kuby said, and opened it in such a way that it could be put over Cowperwood's head. Cowperwood understood. He had heard of it in some way, in times past.
Carter, despite a certain nervousness due to the girl's superior individuality and his presence, was very proud of her. Berenice, he also saw quickly, was measuring him out of the tail of her eye a single sweeping glance which she vouchsafed from beneath her long lashes sufficing; but she gathered quite accurately the totality of Cowperwood's age, force, grace, wealth, and worldly ability.
You ought to get in with a gang of boys and be a leader. Why don't you fit yourself up a gymnasium somewhere and see how strong you can get?" They were in the senior Cowperwood's sitting-room, where they had all rather consciously gathered on this occasion. Lillian, second, who was on the other side of the big library table from her father, paused to survey him and her brother with interest.
But this matter of Aileen had to be adjusted now once and for all. And with that thought in his mind he walked quickly into Butler's presence. The old man, when he learned that Cowperwood was in and would see him, determined to make his contact with the financier as short and effective as possible. He moved the least bit when he heard Cowperwood's step, as light and springy as ever.
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 herself a 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.
It ought not to originate with us." He stared at Cowperwood heavily, the latter returning a reflective gaze. "I'll think it over," he said. "There may be something in that." Henceforth the thought of instituting such a commission never left Cowperwood's mind. It contained the germ of a solution the possibility of extending his franchises for fifty or even a hundred years.
There was in Cowperwood's employ at this time a young newspaper man, an ambitious spark aged twenty-six, by the name of Francis Kennedy. He had written a very intelligent article for the Sunday Inquirer, describing Cowperwood and his plans, and pointing out what a remarkable man he was. This pleased Cowperwood.
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