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lly unconventional and restless meet for an exchange of things which cannot be counted mere social form and civility。 It is the age…old world of Bohemia。 Hither resort those 〃accidentals〃 of fancy that make the stage； the drawing…room； and all the schools of artistic endeavor interesting or peculiar。 In a number of studios in Chicago such as those of Lane Cross and Rhees Crier； such little circles were to be found。 Rhees Crier； for instance； a purely parlor artist； with all the airs； conventions； and social adaptability of the tribe； had quite a following。 Here and to several other places by turns Taylor Lord and Kent McKibben conducted Aileen； both asking and obtaining permission to be civil to her when Cowperwood was away。
Among the friends of these two at this time was a certain Polk Lynde； an interesting society figure； whose father owned an immense reaper works； and whose time was spent in idling； racing； gambling； socializinganything； in short； that it came into his head to do。 He was tall； dark； athletic； straight； muscular； with a small dark mustache； dark； black…brown eyes； kinky black hair； and a fine； almost military carriagewhich he clothed always to the best advantage。 A clever philanderer； it was quite his pride that he did not boast of his conquests。 One look at him； however； by the initiated； and the story was told。 Aileen first saw him on a visit to the studio of Rhees Grier。 Being introduced to him very casually on this occasion； she was nevertheless clearly conscious that she was encountering a fascinating man； and that he was fixing her with a warm； avid eye。 For the moment she recoiled from him as being a little too brazen in his stare； and yet she admired the general appearance of him。 He was of that smart world that she admired so much； and from which now apparently she was hopelessly debarred。 That trig； bold air of his realized for her at last the type of man； outside of Cowperwood； whom she would prefer within limits to admire her。 If she were going to be 〃bad；〃 as she would have phrased it to herself； she would be 〃bad〃 with a man such as he。 He would be winsome and coaxing； but at the same time strong； direct； deliciously brutal； like her Frank。 He had； too； what Cowperwood could not have； a certain social air or swagger which came with idleness； much loafing； a sense of social superiority and securitya devil…may…care insouciance which recks little of other people's will or whims。
When she next saw him； which was several weeks later at an affair of the Courtney Tabors； friends of Lord's； he exclaimed：
〃Oh yes。 By George！ You're the Mrs。 Cowperwood I met several weeks ago at Rhees Grier's studio。 I've not forgotten you。 I've seen you in my eye all over Chicago。 Taylor Lord introduced me to you。 Say； but you're a beautiful woman！〃
He leaned ingratiatingly； whimsically； admiringly near。
Aileen realized that for so early in the afternoon； and considering the crowd； he was curiously enthusiastic。 The truth was that because of some rounds he had made elsewhere he was verging toward too much liquor。 His eye was alight； his color coppery； his air swagger； devil…may…care； bacchanal。 This made her a little cautious； but she rather liked his brown； hard face； handsome mouth； and crisp Jovian curls。 His compliment was not utterly improper； but she nevertheless attempted coyly to avoid him。
〃Come； Polk； here's an old friend of yours over hereSadie Boutwell she wants to meet you again；〃 some one observed； catching him by the arm。
〃No； you don't；〃 he exclaimed； genially； and yet at the same time a little resentfullythe kind of disjointed resentment a man who has had the least bit too much is apt to feel on being interrupted。 〃I'm not going to walk all over Chicago thinking of a woman I've seen somewhere only to be carried away the first time I do meet her。 I'm going to talk to her first。〃
Aileen laughed。 〃It's charming of you； but we can meet again； perhaps。 Besides； there's some one here〃Lord was tactfully directing her attention to another woman。 Rhees Grier and McKibben； who were present also； came to her assistance。 In the hubbub that ensued Aileen was temporarily extricated and Lynde tactfully steered out of her way。 But they had met again； and it was not to be the last time。 Subsequent to this second meeting； Lynde thought the matter over quite calmly； and decided that he must make a definite effort to become more intimate with Aileen。 Though she was not as young as some others； she suited his present mood exactly。 She was rich physicallyvoluptuous and sentient。 She was not of his world precisely； but what of it？ She was the wife of an eminent financier； who had been in society once； and she herself had a dramatic record。 He was sure of that。 He could win her if he wanted to。 It would be easy； knowing her as he did； and knowing what he did about her。
So not long after； Lynde ventured to invite her； with Lord； McKibben； Mr。 and Mrs。 Rhees Grier； and a young girl friend of Mrs。 Grier who was rather attractive； a Miss Chrystobel Lanman； to a theater and supper party。 The programme was to hear a reigning farce at Hooley's； then to sup at the Richelieu； and finally to visit a certain exclusive gambling…parlor which then flourished on the South Sidethe resort of actors； society gamblers； and the like where roulette； trente…et…quarante； baccarat； and the honest game of poker； to say nothing of various other games of chance； could be played amid exceedingly recherche surroundings。
The party was gay； especially after the adjournment to the Richelieu； where special dishes of chicken； lobster； and a bucket of champagne were served。 Later at the Alcott Club； as the gambling resort was known； Aileen； according to Lynde； was to be taught to play baccarat； poker； and any other game that she wished。 〃You follow my advice； Mrs。 Cowperwood；〃 he observed； cheerfully； at dinnerbeing host； he had put her between himself and McKibben〃and I'll show you how to get your money back anyhow。 That's more than some others can do；〃 he added； spiritedly； recalling by a look a recent occasion when he and McKibben； being out with friends； the latter had advised liberally and had seen his advice go wrong。
〃Have you been gambling； Kent？〃 asked Aileen； archly； turning to her long…time social mentor and friend。
〃No； I can honestly say I haven't；〃 replied McKibben； with a bland smile。 〃I may have thought I was gambling； but I admit I don't know how。 Now Polk； here； wins all the time； don't you； Polk？ Just follow him。〃
A wry smile spread over Lynde's face at this； for it was on record in certain circles that he had lost as much as ten and even fifteen thousand in an evening。 He also had a record of winning twenty…five thousand once at baccarat at an all…night and all…day sitting； and then losing it。
Lynde all through the evening had been casting hard； meaning glances into Aileen's eyes。 She could not avoid this； and she did not feel that she wanted to。 He was so charming。 He was talking to her half the time at the theater； without apparently addressing or even seeing her。 Aileen knew well enough what was in his mind。 At times； quite as in those days when she had f