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As
Butler
drove
downtown
his
huge
,
slow-moving
,
in
some
respects
chaotic
mind
turned
over
as
rapidly
as
he
could
all
of
the
possibilities
in
connection
with
this
unexpected
,
sad
,
and
disturbing
revelation
.
Why
had
Cowperwood
not
been
satisfied
with
his
wife
?
Why
should
he
enter
into
his
(
Butler
's
)
home
,
of
all
places
,
to
establish
a
clandestine
relationship
of
this
character
?
Was
Aileen
in
any
way
to
blame
?
She
was
not
without
mental
resources
of
her
own
.
She
must
have
known
what
she
was
doing
.
She
was
a
good
Catholic
,
or
,
at
least
,
had
been
raised
so
.
All
these
years
she
had
been
going
regularly
to
confession
and
communion
.
True
,
of
late
Butler
had
noticed
that
she
did
not
care
so
much
about
going
to
church
,
would
sometimes
make
excuses
and
stay
at
home
on
Sundays
;
but
she
had
gone
,
as
a
rule
.
And
now
,
now
--
his
thoughts
would
come
to
the
end
of
a
blind
alley
,
and
then
he
would
start
back
,
as
it
were
,
mentally
,
to
the
center
of
things
,
and
begin
all
over
again
.
He
went
up
the
stairs
to
his
own
office
slowly
.
He
went
in
and
sat
down
,
and
thought
and
thought
.
Ten
o'clock
came
,
and
eleven
.
His
son
bothered
him
with
an
occasional
matter
of
interest
,
but
,
finding
him
moody
,
finally
abandoned
him
to
his
own
speculations
.
It
was
twelve
,
and
then
one
,
and
he
was
still
sitting
there
thinking
,
when
the
presence
of
Cowperwood
was
announced
.
Cowperwood
,
on
finding
Butler
not
at
home
,
and
not
encountering
Aileen
,
had
hurried
up
to
the
office
of
the
Edward
Butler
Contracting
Company
,
which
was
also
the
center
of
some
of
Butler
's
street-railway
interests
.
The
floor
space
controlled
by
the
company
was
divided
into
the
usual
official
compartments
,
with
sections
for
the
bookkeepers
,
the
road-managers
,
the
treasurer
,
and
so
on
.
Owen
Butler
,
and
his
father
had
small
but
attractively
furnished
offices
in
the
rear
,
where
they
transacted
all
the
important
business
of
the
company
.
During
this
drive
,
curiously
,
by
reason
of
one
of
those
strange
psychologic
intuitions
which
so
often
precede
a
human
difficulty
of
one
sort
or
another
,
he
had
been
thinking
of
Aileen
.
He
was
thinking
of
the
peculiarity
of
his
relationship
with
her
,
and
of
the
fact
that
now
he
was
running
to
her
father
for
assistance
.
As
he
mounted
the
stairs
he
had
a
peculiar
sense
of
the
untoward
;
but
he
could
not
,
in
his
view
of
life
,
give
it
countenance
.
One
glance
at
Butler
showed
him
that
something
had
gone
amiss
.
He
was
not
so
friendly
;
his
glance
was
dark
,
and
there
was
a
certain
sternness
to
his
countenance
which
had
never
previously
been
manifested
there
in
Cowperwood
's
memory
.
He
perceived
at
once
that
here
was
something
different
from
a
mere
intention
to
refuse
him
aid
and
call
his
loan
.
What
was
it
?
Aileen
?
It
must
be
that
.
Somebody
had
suggested
something
.
They
had
been
seen
together
.
Well
,
even
so
,
nothing
could
be
proved
.
Butler
would
obtain
no
sign
from
him
.
But
his
loan
--
that
was
to
be
called
,
surely
.
And
as
for
an
additional
loan
,
he
could
see
now
,
before
a
word
had
been
said
,
that
that
thought
was
useless
.
"
I
came
to
see
you
about
that
loan
of
yours
,
Mr.
Butler
,
"
he
observed
,
briskly
,
with
an
old-time
,
jaunty
air
.
You
could
not
have
told
from
his
manner
or
his
face
that
he
had
observed
anything
out
of
the
ordinary
.
Butler
,
who
was
alone
in
the
room
--
Owen
having
gone
into
an
adjoining
room
--
merely
stared
at
him
from
under
his
shaggy
brows
.
"
I
'll
have
to
have
that
money
,
"
he
said
,
brusquely
,
darkly
.
An
old-time
Irish
rage
suddenly
welled
up
in
his
bosom
as
he
contemplated
this
jaunty
,
sophisticated
undoer
of
his
daughter
's
virtue
.
