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The
other
nodded
,
studying
Aileen
's
splendiferous
green
--
velvet
gown
with
envy
.
"
I
wonder
if
she
's
faithful
to
him
?
"
she
queried
,
while
Aileen
strained
to
hear
.
"
She
looks
daring
enough
.
"
Aileen
managed
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
her
observers
later
,
when
they
were
not
looking
,
and
her
face
showed
her
mingled
resentment
and
feeling
;
but
it
did
no
good
.
The
wretched
gossipers
had
wounded
her
in
the
keenest
way
.
She
was
hurt
,
angry
,
nonplussed
.
To
think
that
Cowperwood
by
his
variability
should
expose
her
to
such
gossip
as
this
!
One
day
not
so
long
after
her
conversation
with
Mrs.
Platow
,
Aileen
happened
to
be
standing
outside
the
door
of
her
own
boudoir
,
the
landing
of
which
commanded
the
lower
hall
,
and
there
overheard
two
of
her
servants
discussing
the
Cowperwood
menage
in
particular
and
Chicago
life
in
general
.
One
was
a
tall
,
angular
girl
of
perhaps
twenty-seven
or
eight
,
a
chambermaid
,
the
other
a
short
,
stout
woman
of
forty
who
held
the
position
of
assistant
housekeeper
.
They
were
pretending
to
dust
,
though
gossip
conducted
in
a
whisper
was
the
matter
for
which
they
were
foregathered
.
The
tall
girl
had
recently
been
employed
in
the
family
of
Aymar
Cochrane
,
the
former
president
of
the
Chicago
West
Division
Railway
,
and
now
a
director
of
the
new
West
Chicago
Street
Railway
Company
.
"
And
I
was
that
surprised
,
"
Aileen
heard
this
girl
saying
,
"
to
think
I
should
be
coming
here
.
I
cud
scarcely
believe
me
ears
when
they
told
me
.
Why
,
Miss
Florence
was
runnin
'
out
to
meet
him
two
and
three
times
in
the
week
.
The
wonder
to
me
was
that
her
mother
never
guessed
.
"
Och
,
"
replied
the
other
,
"
he
's
the
very
divil
and
all
when
it
comes
to
the
wimmin
.
"
(
Aileen
did
not
see
the
upward
lift
of
the
hand
that
accompanied
this
)
.
"
There
was
a
little
girl
that
used
to
come
here
.
Her
father
lives
up
the
street
here
.
Haguenin
is
his
name
.
He
owns
that
morning
paper
,
the
Press
,
and
has
a
fine
house
up
the
street
here
a
little
way
.
Well
,
I
have
n't
seen
her
very
often
of
late
,
but
more
than
once
I
saw
him
kissing
her
in
this
very
room
.
Sure
his
wife
knows
all
about
it
.
Depend
on
it
.
She
had
an
awful
fight
with
some
woman
here
onct
,
so
I
hear
,
some
woman
that
he
was
runnin
'
with
and
bringin
'
here
to
the
house
.
I
hear
it
's
somethin'
terrible
the
way
she
beat
her
up
--
screamin
'
and
carryin
'
on
.
Oh
,
they
're
the
divil
,
these
men
,
when
it
comes
to
the
wimmin
.
"
A
slight
rustling
sound
from
somewhere
sent
the
two
gossipers
on
their
several
ways
,
but
Aileen
had
heard
enough
to
understand
.
What
was
she
to
do
?
How
was
she
to
learn
more
of
these
new
women
,
of
whom
she
had
never
heard
at
all
?
She
at
once
suspected
Florence
Cochrane
,
for
she
knew
that
this
servant
had
worked
in
the
Cochrane
family
.
And
then
Cecily
Haguenin
,
the
daughter
of
the
editor
with
whom
they
were
on
the
friendliest
terms
!
Cowperwood
kissing
her
!
Was
there
no
end
to
his
liaisons
--
his
infidelity
?
She
returned
,
fretting
and
grieving
,
to
her
room
,
where
she
meditated
and
meditated
,
wondering
whether
she
should
leave
him
,
wondering
whether
she
should
reproach
him
openly
,
wondering
whether
she
should
employ
more
detectives
.
What
good
would
it
do
?
She
had
employed
detectives
once
.
Had
it
prevented
the
Stephanie
Platow
incident
?
Not
at
all
.
Would
it
prevent
other
liaisons
in
the
future
?
Very
likely
not
.
Obviously
her
home
life
with
Cowperwood
was
coming
to
a
complete
and
disastrous
end
.
