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Aileen
understood
perfectly
what
was
meant
.
"
The
father
"
of
the
so-called
"
one
"
was
probably
Haguenin
or
Cochrane
,
more
than
likely
Haguenin
.
"
The
husband
of
the
other
"
--
but
who
was
the
husband
of
the
other
?
She
had
not
heard
of
any
scandal
with
the
wife
of
anybody
.
It
could
not
be
the
case
of
Rita
Sohlberg
and
her
husband
--
that
was
too
far
back
.
It
must
be
some
new
affair
of
which
she
had
not
the
least
inkling
,
and
so
she
sat
and
reflected
.
Now
,
she
told
herself
,
if
she
received
another
invitation
from
Lynde
she
would
accept
it
.
It
was
only
a
few
days
later
that
Aileen
and
Lynde
met
in
the
gold-room
of
the
Richelieu
.
Strange
to
relate
,
for
one
determined
to
be
indifferent
she
had
spent
much
time
in
making
a
fetching
toilet
.
It
being
February
and
chill
with
glittering
snow
on
the
ground
,
she
had
chosen
a
dark-green
broadcloth
gown
,
quite
new
,
with
lapis-lazuli
buttons
that
worked
a
"
Y
"
pattern
across
her
bosom
,
a
seal
turban
with
an
emerald
plume
which
complemented
a
sealskin
jacket
with
immense
wrought
silver
buttons
,
and
bronze
shoes
.
To
perfect
it
all
,
Aileen
had
fastened
lapis-lazuli
ear-rings
of
a
small
flower-form
in
her
ears
,
and
wore
a
plain
,
heavy
gold
bracelet
.
Lynde
came
up
with
a
look
of
keen
approval
written
on
his
handsome
brown
face
.
"
Will
you
let
me
tell
you
how
nice
you
look
?
"
he
said
,
sinking
into
the
chair
opposite
.
"
You
show
beautiful
taste
in
choosing
the
right
colors
.
Your
ear-rings
go
so
well
with
your
hair
.
"
Although
Aileen
feared
because
of
his
desperateness
,
she
was
caught
by
his
sleek
force
--
that
air
of
iron
strength
under
a
parlor
mask
.
His
long
,
brown
,
artistic
hands
,
hard
and
muscular
,
indicated
an
idle
force
that
might
be
used
in
many
ways
.
They
harmonized
with
his
teeth
and
chin
.
"
So
you
came
,
did
n't
you
?
"
he
went
on
,
looking
at
her
steadily
,
while
she
fronted
his
gaze
boldly
for
a
moment
,
only
to
look
evasively
down
.
He
still
studied
her
carefully
,
looking
at
her
chin
and
mouth
and
piquant
nose
.
In
her
colorful
cheeks
and
strong
arms
and
shoulders
,
indicated
by
her
well-tailored
suit
,
he
recognized
the
human
vigor
he
most
craved
in
a
woman
.
By
way
of
diversion
he
ordered
an
old-fashioned
whisky
cocktail
,
urging
her
to
join
him
.
Finding
her
obdurate
,
he
drew
from
his
pocket
a
little
box
.
We
agreed
when
we
played
the
other
night
on
a
memento
,
did
n't
we
?
"
he
said
.
"
A
sort
of
souvenir
?
Guess
?
"
Aileen
looked
at
it
a
little
nonplussed
,
recognizing
the
contents
of
the
box
to
be
jewelry
.
"
Oh
,
you
should
n't
have
done
that
,
"
she
protested
.
"
The
understanding
was
that
we
were
to
win
.
You
lost
,
and
that
ended
the
bargain
.
I
should
have
shared
the
losses
.
I
have
n't
forgiven
you
for
that
yet
,
you
know
.
"
"
How
ungallant
that
would
make
me
!
"
he
said
,
smilingly
,
as
he
trifled
with
the
long
,
thin
,
lacquered
case
.
"
You
would
n't
want
to
make
me
ungallant
,
would
you
?
Be
a
good
fellow
--
a
good
sport
,
as
they
say
.
Guess
,
and
it
's
yours
.
"
Aileen
pursed
her
lips
at
this
ardent
entreaty
.
