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She
stood
still
,
staring
at
this
letter
,
for
she
could
scarcely
countenance
her
own
thought
.
She
had
observed
often
,
in
spite
of
all
their
caution
,
how
friendly
Aileen
had
been
to
him
and
he
to
her
.
He
liked
her
;
he
never
lost
a
chance
to
defend
her
.
Lillian
had
thought
of
them
at
times
as
being
curiously
suited
to
each
other
temperamentally
.
He
liked
young
people
.
But
,
of
course
,
he
was
married
,
and
Aileen
was
infinitely
beneath
him
socially
,
and
he
had
two
children
and
herself
.
And
his
social
and
financial
position
was
so
fixed
and
stable
that
he
did
not
dare
trifle
with
it
.
Still
she
paused
;
for
forty
years
and
two
children
,
and
some
slight
wrinkles
,
and
the
suspicion
that
we
may
be
no
longer
loved
as
we
once
were
,
is
apt
to
make
any
woman
pause
,
even
in
the
face
of
the
most
significant
financial
position
.
Where
would
she
go
if
she
left
him
?
What
would
people
think
?
What
about
the
children
?
Could
she
prove
this
liaison
?
Could
she
entrap
him
in
a
compromising
situation
?
Did
she
want
to
?
She
saw
now
that
she
did
not
love
him
as
some
women
love
their
husbands
.
She
was
not
wild
about
him
.
In
a
way
she
had
been
taking
him
for
granted
all
these
years
,
had
thought
that
he
loved
her
enough
not
to
be
unfaithful
to
her
;
at
least
fancied
that
he
was
so
engrossed
with
the
more
serious
things
of
life
that
no
petty
liaison
such
as
this
letter
indicated
would
trouble
him
or
interrupt
his
great
career
.
Apparently
this
was
not
true
.
What
should
she
do
?
What
say
?
How
act
?
Her
none
too
brilliant
mind
was
not
of
much
service
in
this
crisis
.
She
did
not
know
very
well
how
either
to
plan
or
to
fight
.
The
conventional
mind
is
at
best
a
petty
piece
of
machinery
.
It
is
oyster-like
in
its
functioning
,
or
,
perhaps
better
,
clam-like
.
It
has
its
little
siphon
of
thought-processes
forced
up
or
down
into
the
mighty
ocean
of
fact
and
circumstance
;
but
it
uses
so
little
,
pumps
so
faintly
,
that
the
immediate
contiguity
of
the
vast
mass
is
not
disturbed
.
Nothing
of
the
subtlety
of
life
is
perceived
.
No
least
inkling
of
its
storms
or
terrors
is
ever
discovered
except
through
accident
.
When
some
crude
,
suggestive
fact
,
such
as
this
letter
proved
to
be
,
suddenly
manifests
itself
in
the
placid
flow
of
events
,
there
is
great
agony
or
disturbance
and
clogging
of
the
so-called
normal
processes
.
The
siphon
does
not
work
right
.
It
sucks
in
fear
and
distress
.
There
is
great
grinding
of
maladjusted
parts
--
not
unlike
sand
in
a
machine
--
and
life
,
as
is
so
often
the
case
,
ceases
or
goes
lamely
ever
after
.
Mrs.
Cowperwood
was
possessed
of
a
conventional
mind
.
She
really
knew
nothing
about
life
.
And
life
could
not
teach
her
.
Reaction
in
her
from
salty
thought-processes
was
not
possible
.
She
was
not
alive
in
the
sense
that
Aileen
Butler
was
,
and
yet
she
thought
that
she
was
very
much
alive
.
All
illusion
.
She
was
n't
.
She
was
charming
if
you
loved
placidity
.
If
you
did
not
,
she
was
not
.
She
was
not
engaging
,
brilliant
,
or
forceful
.
Frank
Cowperwood
might
well
have
asked
himself
in
the
beginning
why
he
married
her
.
He
did
not
do
so
now
because
he
did
not
believe
it
was
wise
to
question
the
past
as
to
one
's
failures
and
errors
.
It
was
,
according
to
him
,
most
unwise
to
regret
.
He
kept
his
face
and
thoughts
to
the
future
.
But
Mrs.
Cowperwood
was
truly
distressed
in
her
way
,
and
she
went
about
the
house
thinking
,
feeling
wretchedly
.
She
decided
,
since
the
letter
asked
her
to
see
for
herself
,
to
wait
.
She
must
think
how
she
would
watch
this
house
,
if
at
all
.
Frank
must
not
know
.
If
it
were
Aileen
Butler
by
any
chance
--
but
surely
not
--
she
thought
she
would
expose
her
to
her
parents
.
Still
,
that
meant
exposing
herself
.
She
determined
to
conceal
her
mood
as
best
she
could
at
dinner-time
--
but
Cowperwood
was
not
able
to
be
there
.
He
was
so
rushed
,
so
closeted
with
individuals
,
so
closely
in
conference
with
his
father
and
others
,
that
she
scarcely
saw
him
this
Monday
night
,
nor
the
next
day
,
nor
for
many
days
.
For
on
Tuesday
afternoon
at
two-thirty
he
issued
a
call
for
a
meeting
of
his
creditors
,
and
at
five-thirty
he
decided
to
go
into
the
hands
of
a
receiver
.
And
yet
,
as
he
stood
before
his
principal
creditors
--
a
group
of
thirty
men
--
in
his
office
,
he
did
not
feel
that
his
life
was
ruined
.
He
was
temporarily
embarrassed
.
Certainly
things
looked
very
black
.
The
city-treasurership
deal
would
make
a
great
fuss
.
Those
hypothecated
city
loan
certificates
,
to
the
extent
of
sixty
thousand
,
would
make
another
,
if
Stener
chose
.
Still
,
he
did
not
feel
that
he
was
utterly
destroyed
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
he
said
,
in
closing
his
address
of
explanation
at
the
meeting
,
quite
as
erect
,
secure
,
defiant
,
convincing
as
he
had
ever
been
,
"
you
see
how
things
are
.
These
securities
are
worth
just
as
much
as
they
ever
were
.
There
is
nothing
the
matter
with
the
properties
behind
them
.
If
you
will
give
me
fifteen
days
or
twenty
,
I
am
satisfied
that
I
can
straighten
the
whole
matter
out
.
I
am
almost
the
only
one
who
can
,
for
I
know
all
about
it
.
The
market
is
bound
to
recover
.
Business
is
going
to
be
better
than
ever
.
It
's
time
I
want
.
Time
is
the
only
significant
factor
in
this
situation
.
I
want
to
know
if
you
wo
n't
give
me
fifteen
or
twenty
days
--
a
month
,
if
you
can
.
