His magnetism, if it had been visible, would have enveloped him like a glittering aura.

Mrs.Sohlberg felt that this was going to be a wonderful evening.
The dinner was at the Park--an open-air chicken a la Maryland affair, with waffles and champagne to help out.

Aileen, flattered by Sohlberg's gaiety under her spell, was having a delightful time, jesting, toasting, laughing, walking on the grass.

Sohlberg was making love to her in a foolish, inconsequential way, as many men were inclined to do; but she was putting him off gaily with "silly boy" and "hush." She was so sure of herself that she was free to tell Cowperwood afterward how emotional he was and how she had to laugh at him.
Cowperwood, quite certain that she was faithful, took it all in good part.

Sohlberg was such a dunce and such a happy convenience ready to his hand.