the titan-第33章
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y 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 roller curtains； came to have an almost romantic atmosphere for her。 Cowperwood's private office； as in Philadelphia； was a solid cherry…wood box in which he could shut himself completelysight…proof； sound…proof。 When the door was closed it was sacrosanct。 He made it a rule； sensibly； to keep his door open as much as possible； even when he was dictating； sometimes not。 It was in these half…hours of dictationthe door open； as a rule； for he did not care for too much privacythat he and Miss Nowak came closest。 After months and months； and because he had been busy with the other woman mentioned； of whom she knew nothing； she came to enter sometimes with a sense of suffocation； sometimes of maidenly shame。 It would never have occurred to her to admit frankly that she wanted Cowperwood to make love to her。 It would have frightened her to have thought of herself as yielding easily； and yet there was not a detail of his personality that was not now burned in her brain。 His light； thick； always smoothly parted hair； his wide； clear； inscrutable eyes； his carefully manicured hands； so full and firm； his fresh clothing of delicate； intricate patternshow these fascinated her！ He seemed always remote except just at the moment of doing something； when； curiously enough； he seemed intensely intimate and near。
One day； after many exchanges of glances in which her own always fell sharplyin the midst of a letterhe arose and closed the half…open door。 She did not think so much of that； as a ruleit had happened beforebut now； to…day； because of a studied glance he had given her； neither tender nor smiling； she felt as though something unusual were about to happen。 Her own body was going hot and cold by turnsher neck and hands。 She had a fine figure； finer than she realized； with shapely limbs and torso。 Her head had some of the sharpness of the old Greek coinage； and her hair was plaited as in ancient cut stone。 Cowperwood noted it。 He came back and； without taking his seat； bent over her and intimately took her hand。
〃Antoinette；〃 he said； lifting her gently。
She looked up； then arosefor he slowly drew herbreathless； the color gone； much of the capable practicality that was hers completely eliminated。 She felt limp； inert。 She pulled at her hand faintly； and then； lifting her eyes； was fixed by that hard； insatiable gaze of his。 Her head swamher eyes were filled with a telltale confusion。
〃Antoinette！〃
〃Yes；〃 she murmured。
〃You love me； don't you？〃
She tried to pull herself together； to inject some of her native rigidity of soul into her airthat rigidity which she always imagined would never desert herbut it was gone。 There came instead to her a picture of the far Blue Island Avenue neighborhood from which she emanatedits low brown cottages； and then this smart； hard office and this strong man。 He came out of such a marvelous world； apparently。 A strange foaming seemed to be in her blood。 She was deliriously； deliciously numb and happy。
〃Antoinette！〃
〃Oh； I don't know what I think；〃 she ga
