Cowperwood, in spite of his various troubles, was in a complacent state of mind himself.

He liked life--even its very difficult complications--perhaps its complications best of all.

Nature was beautiful, tender at times, but difficulties, plans, plots, schemes to unravel and make smooth--these things were what made existence worth while.
"Well now, Mr.Cowperwood," McKenty began, when they finally entered the cool, pleasant library, "what can I do for you ?" "Well, Mr.McKenty," said Cowperwood, choosing his words and bringing the finest resources of his temperament into play, "it isn't so much, and yet it is.

I want a franchise from the Chicago city council, and I want you to help me get it if you will.

I know you may say to me why not go to the councilmen direct.