He had to be cautious, for he was so rapidly coming to be an influential and a distinguished man.
Aileen, of course, was not conscious, except in a vague way, of the drift of her passion; the ultimate destiny to which this affection might lead was not clear to her.

Her craving was for love--to be fondled and caressed--and she really did not think so much further.

Further thoughts along this line were like rats that showed their heads out of dark holes in shadowy corners and scuttled back at the least sound.

And, anyhow, all that was to be connected with Cowperwood would be beautiful.

She really did not think that he loved her yet as he should; but he would.
She did not know that she wanted to interfere with the claims of his wife.