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"
In
regard
to
that
other
matter
,
"
went
on
Bonhag
,
referring
to
the
matter
of
extra
visitors
,
"
I
can
fix
that
any
time
you
want
to
.
I
know
the
men
out
at
the
gate
.
If
you
want
anybody
to
come
here
,
just
write
'em
a
note
and
give
it
to
me
,
and
tell
'em
to
ask
for
me
when
they
come
.
That
'll
get
'em
in
all
right
.
When
they
get
here
you
can
talk
to
'em
in
your
cell
.
See
!
Only
when
I
tap
they
have
to
come
out
.
You
want
to
remember
that
.
So
just
you
let
me
know
.
"
Cowperwood
was
exceedingly
grateful
.
He
said
so
in
direct
,
choice
language
.
It
occurred
to
him
at
once
that
this
was
Aileen
's
opportunity
,
and
that
he
could
now
notify
her
to
come
.
If
she
veiled
herself
sufficiently
she
would
probably
be
safe
enough
.
He
decided
to
write
her
,
and
when
Wingate
came
he
gave
him
a
letter
to
mail
.
Two
days
later
,
at
three
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
--
the
time
appointed
by
him
--
Aileen
came
to
see
him
.
She
was
dressed
in
gray
broadcloth
with
white-velvet
trimmings
and
cut-steel
buttons
which
glistened
like
silver
,
and
wore
,
as
additional
ornaments
,
as
well
as
a
protection
against
the
cold
,
a
cap
,
stole
,
and
muff
of
snow-white
ermine
.
Over
this
rather
striking
costume
she
had
slipped
a
long
dark
circular
cloak
,
which
she
meant
to
lay
off
immediately
upon
her
arrival
.
She
had
made
a
very
careful
toilet
as
to
her
shoes
,
gloves
,
hair
,
and
the
gold
ornaments
which
she
wore
.
Her
face
was
concealed
by
a
thick
green
veil
,
as
Cowperwood
had
suggested
;
and
she
arrived
at
an
hour
when
,
as
near
as
he
had
been
able
to
prearrange
,
he
would
be
alone
.
Wingate
usually
came
at
four
,
after
business
,
and
Steger
in
the
morning
,
when
he
came
at
all
.
She
was
very
nervous
over
this
strange
adventure
,
leaving
the
street-car
in
which
she
had
chosen
to
travel
some
distance
away
and
walking
up
a
side
street
.
The
cold
weather
and
the
gray
walls
under
a
gray
sky
gave
her
a
sense
of
defeat
,
but
she
had
worked
very
hard
to
look
nice
in
order
to
cheer
her
lover
up
.
She
knew
how
readily
he
responded
to
the
influence
of
her
beauty
when
properly
displayed
.
Cowperwood
,
in
view
of
her
coming
,
had
made
his
cell
as
acceptable
as
possible
.
It
was
clean
,
because
he
had
swept
it
himself
and
made
his
own
bed
;
and
besides
he
had
shaved
and
combed
his
hair
,
and
otherwise
put
himself
to
rights
.
The
caned
chairs
on
which
he
was
working
had
been
put
in
the
corner
at
the
end
of
the
bed
.
His
few
dishes
were
washed
and
hung
up
,
and
his
clogs
brushed
with
a
brush
which
he
now
kept
for
the
purpose
.
Never
before
,
he
thought
to
himself
,
with
a
peculiar
feeling
of
artistic
degradation
,
had
Aileen
seen
him
like
this
.
She
had
always
admired
his
good
taste
in
clothes
,
and
the
way
he
carried
himself
in
them
;
and
now
she
was
to
see
him
in
garments
which
no
dignity
of
body
could
make
presentable
.
Only
a
stoic
sense
of
his
own
soul-dignity
aided
him
here
.
After
all
,
as
he
now
thought
,
he
was
Frank
A.
Cowperwood
,
and
that
was
something
,
whatever
he
wore
.
And
Aileen
knew
it
.
Again
,
he
might
be
free
and
rich
some
day
,
and
he
knew
that
she
believed
that
.
Best
of
all
,
his
looks
under
these
or
any
other
circumstances
,
as
he
knew
,
would
make
no
difference
to
Aileen
.
She
would
only
love
him
the
more
.
It
was
her
ardent
sympathy
that
he
was
afraid
of
.
He
was
so
glad
that
Bonhag
had
suggested
that
she
might
enter
the
cell
,
for
it
would
be
a
grim
procedure
talking
to
her
through
a
barred
door
.
When
Aileen
arrived
she
asked
for
Mr.
Bonhag
,
and
was
permitted
to
go
to
the
central
rotunda
,
where
he
was
sent
for
.
When
he
came
she
murmured
:
"
I
wish
to
see
Mr.
Cowperwood
,
if
you
please
"
;
and
he
exclaimed
,
"
Oh
,
yes
,
just
come
with
me
.
"
As
he
came
across
the
rotunda
floor
from
his
corridor
he
was
struck
by
the
evident
youth
of
Aileen
,
even
though
he
could
not
see
her
face
.
This
now
was
something
in
accordance
with
what
he
had
expected
of
Cowperwood
.
A
man
who
could
steal
five
hundred
thousand
dollars
and
set
a
whole
city
by
the
ears
must
have
wonderful
adventures
of
all
kinds
,
and
Aileen
looked
like
a
true
adventure
.
He
led
her
to
the
little
room
where
he
kept
his
desk
and
detained
visitors
,
and
then
bustled
down
to
Cowperwood
's
cell
,
where
the
financier
was
working
on
one
of
his
chairs
and
scratching
on
the
door
with
his
key
,
called
:
"
There
's
a
young
lady
here
to
see
you
.
Do
you
want
to
let
her
come
inside
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
yes
,
"
replied
Cowperwood
;
and
Bonhag
hurried
away
,
unintentionally
forgetting
,
in
his
boorish
incivility
,
to
unlock
the
cell
door
,
so
that
he
had
to
open
it
in
Aileen
's
presence
.
The
long
corridor
,
with
its
thick
doors
,
mathematically
spaced
gratings
and
gray-stone
pavement
,
caused
Aileen
to
feel
faint
at
heart
.
A
prison
,
iron
cells
!
And
he
was
in
one
of
them
.
It
chilled
her
usually
courageous
spirit
.
What
a
terrible
place
for
her
Frank
to
be
!
What
a
horrible
thing
to
have
put
him
here
!
Judges
,
juries
,
courts
,
laws
,
jails
seemed
like
so
many
foaming
ogres
ranged
about
the
world
,
glaring
down
upon
her
and
her
love-affair
.
The
clank
of
the
key
in
the
lock
,
and
the
heavy
outward
swinging
of
the
door
,
completed
her
sense
of
the
untoward
.
And
then
she
saw
Cowperwood
.
