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"
I
'll
be
back
again
in
a
few
moments
,
"
he
volunteered
.
"
Are
the
children
here
?
"
"
Yes
,
they
're
up
in
the
play-room
,
"
she
answered
,
sadly
,
utterly
nonplussed
and
distraught
.
"
Oh
,
Frank
!
"
she
had
it
on
her
lips
to
cry
,
but
before
she
could
utter
it
he
had
bustled
down
the
steps
and
was
gone
.
She
turned
back
to
the
table
,
her
left
hand
to
her
mouth
,
her
eyes
in
a
queer
,
hazy
,
melancholy
mist
.
Could
it
be
,
she
thought
,
that
life
could
really
come
to
this
--
that
love
could
so
utterly
,
so
thoroughly
die
?
Ten
years
before
--
but
,
oh
,
why
go
back
to
that
?
Obviously
it
could
,
and
thoughts
concerning
that
would
not
help
now
.
Twice
now
in
her
life
her
affairs
had
seemed
to
go
to
pieces
--
once
when
her
first
husband
had
died
,
and
now
when
her
second
had
failed
her
,
had
fallen
in
love
with
another
and
was
going
to
be
sent
off
to
prison
.
What
was
it
about
her
that
caused
such
things
?
Was
there
anything
wrong
with
her
?
What
was
she
going
to
do
?
Where
go
?
She
had
no
idea
,
of
course
,
for
how
long
a
term
of
years
he
would
be
sent
away
.
It
might
be
one
year
or
it
might
be
five
years
,
as
the
papers
had
said
.
Good
heavens
!
The
children
could
almost
come
to
forget
him
in
five
years
.
She
put
her
other
hand
to
her
mouth
,
also
,
and
then
to
her
forehead
,
where
there
was
a
dull
ache
She
tried
to
think
further
than
this
,
but
somehow
,
just
now
,
there
was
no
further
thought
.
Suddenly
quite
outside
of
her
own
volition
,
with
no
thought
that
she
was
going
to
do
such
a
thing
,
her
bosom
began
to
heave
,
her
throat
contracted
in
four
or
five
short
,
sharp
,
aching
spasms
,
her
eyes
burned
,
and
she
shook
in
a
vigorous
,
anguished
,
desperate
,
almost
one
might
have
said
dry-eyed
,
cry
,
so
hot
and
few
were
the
tears
.
She
could
not
stop
for
the
moment
,
just
stood
there
and
shook
,
and
then
after
a
while
a
dull
ache
succeeded
,
and
she
was
quite
as
she
had
been
before
.
"
Why
cry
?
"
she
suddenly
asked
herself
,
fiercely
--
for
her
.
"
Why
break
down
in
this
stormy
,
useless
way
?
Would
it
help
?
"
But
,
in
spite
of
her
speculative
,
philosophic
observations
to
herself
,
she
still
felt
the
echo
,
the
distant
rumble
,
as
it
were
,
of
the
storm
in
her
own
soul
.
"
Why
cry
?
Why
not
cry
?
"
She
might
have
said
--
but
would
n't
,
and
in
spite
of
herself
and
all
her
logic
,
she
knew
that
this
tempest
which
had
so
recently
raged
over
her
was
now
merely
circling
around
her
soul
's
horizon
and
would
return
to
break
again
.
The
arrival
of
Steger
with
the
information
that
no
move
of
any
kind
would
be
made
by
the
sheriff
until
Monday
morning
,
when
Cowperwood
could
present
himself
,
eased
matters
.
This
gave
him
time
to
think
--
to
adjust
home
details
at
his
leisure
.
He
broke
the
news
to
his
father
and
mother
in
a
consoling
way
and
talked
with
his
brothers
and
father
about
getting
matters
immediately
adjusted
in
connection
with
the
smaller
houses
to
which
they
were
now
shortly
to
be
compelled
to
move
.
There
was
much
conferring
among
the
different
members
of
this
collapsing
organization
in
regard
to
the
minor
details
;
and
what
with
his
conferences
with
Steger
,
his
seeing
personally
Davison
,
Leigh
,
Avery
Stone
,
of
Jay
Cooke
&
Co.
,
George
Waterman
(
his
old-time
employer
Henry
was
dead
)
,
ex-State
Treasurer
Van
Nostrand
,
who
had
gone
out
with
the
last
State
administration
,
and
others
,
he
was
very
busy
.
Now
that
he
was
really
going
into
prison
,
he
wanted
his
financial
friends
to
get
together
and
see
if
they
could
get
him
out
by
appealing
to
the
Governor
.
The
division
of
opinion
among
the
judges
of
the
State
Supreme
Court
was
his
excuse
and
strong
point
.
He
wanted
Steger
to
follow
this
up
,
and
he
spared
no
pains
in
trying
to
see
all
and
sundry
who
might
be
of
use
to
him
--
Edward
Tighe
,
of
Tighe
&
Co.
,
who
was
still
in
business
in
Third
Street
;
Newton
Targool
;
Arthur
Rivers
;
Joseph
Zimmerman
,
the
dry-goods
prince
,
now
a
millionaire
;
Judge
Kitchen
;
Terrence
Relihan
,
the
former
representative
of
the
money
element
at
Harrisburg
;
and
many
others
.
Cowperwood
wanted
Relihan
to
approach
the
newspapers
and
see
if
he
could
not
readjust
their
attitude
so
as
to
work
to
get
him
out
,
and
he
wanted
Walter
Leigh
to
head
the
movement
of
getting
up
a
signed
petition
which
should
contain
all
the
important
names
of
moneyed
people
and
others
,
asking
the
Governor
to
release
him
.
Leigh
agreed
to
this
heartily
,
as
did
Relihan
,
and
many
others
.
And
,
afterwards
there
was
really
nothing
else
to
do
,
unless
it
was
to
see
Aileen
once
more
,
and
this
,
in
the
midst
of
his
other
complications
and
obligations
,
seemed
all
but
impossible
at
times
--
and
yet
he
did
achieve
that
,
too
--
so
eager
was
he
to
be
soothed
and
comforted
by
the
ignorant
and
yet
all
embracing
volume
of
her
love
.
Her
eyes
these
days
!
The
eager
,
burning
quest
of
him
and
his
happiness
that
blazed
in
them
.
To
think
that
he
should
be
tortured
so
--
her
Frank
!
Oh
,
she
knew
--
whatever
he
said
,
and
however
bravely
and
jauntily
he
talked
.
To
think
that
her
love
for
him
should
have
been
the
principal
cause
of
his
being
sent
to
jail
,
as
she
now
believed
.
And
the
cruelty
of
her
father
!
And
the
smallness
of
his
enemies
--
that
fool
Stener
,
for
instance
,
whose
pictures
she
had
seen
in
the
papers
.
Actually
,
whenever
in
the
presence
of
her
Frank
,
she
fairly
seethed
in
a
chemic
agony
for
him
--
her
strong
,
handsome
lover
--
the
strongest
,
bravest
,
wisest
,
kindest
,
handsomest
man
in
the
world
.
Oh
,
did
n't
she
know
!
And
Cowperwood
,
looking
in
her
eyes
and
realizing
this
reasonless
,
if
so
comforting
fever
for
him
,
smiled
and
was
touched
.
Such
love
!
That
of
a
dog
for
a
master
;
that
of
a
mother
for
a
child
.
And
how
had
he
come
to
evoke
it
?
He
could
not
say
,
but
it
was
beautiful
.
