scene. Still no one knew very much of Cowperwood's entrance into
Chicago as yet. He was a very minor figure. His name had not
even appeared in connection with this work. Other men were being
celebrated daily, a little to his envy. When would he begin to
shine? Soon, now, surely. So off they went in June, comfortable,
rich, gay, in the best of health and spirits, intent upon enjoying
to the full their first holiday abroad.

It was a wonderful trip. Addison was good enough to telegraph
flowers to New York for Mrs. Cowperwood to be delivered on shipboard.
McKibben sent books of travel. Cowperwood, uncertain whether
anybody would send flowers, ordered them himself--two amazing
baskets, which with Addison's made three--and these, with attached
cards, awaited them in the lobby of the main deck. Several at the
captain's table took pains to seek out the Cowperwoods. They were
invited to join several card-parties and to attend informal concerts.
It was a rough passage, however, and Aileen was sick. It was hard
to make herself look just nice enough, and so she kept to her room.
She was very haughty, distant to all but a few, and to these careful
of her conversation. She felt herself coming to be a very important
person.

Before leaving she had almost exhausted the resources of the Donovan
establishment in Chicago. Lingerie, boudoir costumes, walking-costumes,
riding-costumes, evening-costumes she possessed in plenty. She had
a jewel-bag hidden away about her person containing all of thirty
thousand dollars' worth of jewels. Her shoes, stockings, hats,
and accessories in general were innumerable. Because of all this
Cowperwood was rather proud of her. She had such a capacity for
life. His first wife had been pale and rather anemic, while Aileen