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"
I
ca
n't
,
"
replied
Cowperwood
.
"
Not
to-night
,
I
'm
in
too
much
of
a
hurry
.
I
want
to
see
you
for
just
a
few
moments
,
and
then
I
'll
be
off
again
.
I
wo
n't
keep
you
very
long
.
"
"
Why
,
if
that
's
the
case
,
I
'll
come
right
out
.
"
And
Butler
returned
to
the
dining-room
to
put
down
his
napkin
.
Aileen
,
who
was
also
dining
,
had
heard
Cowperwood
's
voice
,
and
was
on
the
qui
vive
to
see
him
.
She
wondered
what
it
was
that
brought
him
at
this
time
of
night
to
see
her
father
.
She
could
not
leave
the
table
at
once
,
but
hoped
to
before
he
went
.
Cowperwood
was
thinking
of
her
,
even
in
the
face
of
this
impending
storm
,
as
he
was
of
his
wife
,
and
many
other
things
.
If
his
affairs
came
down
in
a
heap
it
would
go
hard
with
those
attached
to
him
.
In
this
first
clouding
of
disaster
,
he
could
not
tell
how
things
would
eventuate
.
He
meditated
on
this
desperately
,
but
he
was
not
panic-stricken
.
His
naturally
even-molded
face
was
set
in
fine
,
classic
lines
;
his
eyes
were
as
hard
as
chilled
steel
.
"
Well
,
now
,
"
exclaimed
Butler
,
returning
,
his
countenance
manifesting
a
decidedly
comfortable
relationship
with
the
world
as
at
present
constituted
.
"
What
's
up
with
you
to-night
?
Nawthin
'
wrong
,
I
hope
.
It
's
been
too
fine
a
day
.
"
"
Nothing
very
serious
,
I
hope
myself
,
"
replied
Cowperwood
,
"
But
I
want
to
talk
with
you
a
few
minutes
,
anyhow
.
Do
n't
you
think
we
had
better
go
up
to
your
room
?
"
"
I
was
just
going
to
say
that
,
"
replied
Butler
--
"
the
cigars
are
up
there
.
"
They
started
from
the
reception-room
to
the
stairs
,
Butler
preceding
and
as
the
contractor
mounted
,
Aileen
came
out
from
the
dining-room
in
a
frou-frou
of
silk
.
Her
splendid
hair
was
drawn
up
from
the
base
of
the
neck
and
the
line
of
the
forehead
into
some
quaint
convolutions
which
constituted
a
reddish-gold
crown
.
Her
complexion
was
glowing
,
and
her
bare
arms
and
shoulders
shone
white
against
the
dark
red
of
her
evening
gown
.
She
realized
there
was
something
wrong
.
"
Oh
,
Mr.
Cowperwood
,
how
do
you
do
?
"
she
exclaimed
,
coming
forward
and
holding
out
her
hand
as
her
father
went
on
upstairs
.
She
was
delaying
him
deliberately
in
order
to
have
a
word
with
him
and
this
bold
acting
was
for
the
benefit
of
the
others
.
"
What
's
the
trouble
,
honey
?
"
she
whispered
,
as
soon
as
her
father
was
out
of
hearing
.
"
You
look
worried
.
"
"
Nothing
much
,
I
hope
,
sweet
,
"
he
said
.
"
Chicago
is
burning
up
and
there
's
going
to
be
trouble
to-morrow
.
I
have
to
talk
to
your
father
.
"
