Isn't the day lovely, be-yoot-i-ful!" Cowperwood looked at her and shook his head.

She was such a treasure--so inconsequential.

Aileen, busy driving and talking, could not see or hear.

She was interested in Sohlberg, and the southward crush of vehicles on Michigan Avenue was distracting her attention.

As they drove swiftly past budding trees, kempt lawns, fresh-made flower-beds, open windows--the whole seductive world of spring--Cowperwood felt as though life had once more taken a fresh start.