In the mean time the social affairs of Aileen had been prospering¹ in a small way, for while it was plain that they were not to be taken up at once—that was not to be expected—it was also plain that they were not to be ignored entirely². One thing that helped in providing a nice harmonious³ working atmosphere was the obvious warm affection of Cowperwood for his wife. While many might consider Aileen a little brash or crude, still in the hands of so strong and capable a man as Cowperwood she might prove available. So thought Mrs. Addison, for instance, and Mrs. Rambaud. McKibben and Lord felt the same way. If Cowperwood loved her, as he seemed to do, he would probably “put her through” successfully. And he really did love her, after his fashion. He could never forget how splendid she had been to him in those old days when, knowing full well the circumstances of his home, his wife, his children, the probable opposition⁵ of her own family, she had thrown over convention and sought his love. How freely she had given of hers! No petty, squeamish bickering⁶ and dickering here. He had been “her Frank” from the start, and he still felt keenly that longing⁷ in her to be with him, to be his, which had produced those first wonderful, almost terrible days. She might quarrel, fret⁸, fuss, argue, suspect, and accuse him of flirtation⁹ with other women; but slight variations from the norm in his case did not trouble her—at least she argued that they wouldn’t. She had never had any evidence. She was ready to forgive him anything, she said, and she was, too, if only he would love her.