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She
walked
indifferently
out
of
the
room
,
and
Cowperwood
stayed
a
moment
to
think
.
Obviously
he
had
triumphed
in
a
way
.
She
had
not
taken
great
offense
.
She
must
like
him
and
would
marry
him
if
only
...
Only
Aileen
And
now
he
wished
more
definitely
and
forcefully
than
ever
that
he
were
really
and
truly
free
.
He
felt
that
if
ever
he
wished
to
attain
Berenice
he
must
persuade
Aileen
to
divorce
him
.
It
was
not
until
some
little
time
after
they
were
established
in
the
new
house
that
Aileen
first
came
upon
any
evidence
of
the
existence
of
Berenice
Fleming
.
In
a
general
way
she
assumed
that
there
were
women
--
possibly
some
of
whom
she
had
known
--
Stephanie
,
Mrs.
Hand
,
Florence
Cochrane
,
or
later
arrivals
--
yet
so
long
as
they
were
not
obtruded
on
her
she
permitted
herself
the
semi-comforting
thought
that
things
were
not
as
bad
as
they
might
be
.
So
long
,
indeed
,
as
Cowperwood
was
genuinely
promiscuous
,
so
long
as
he
trotted
here
and
there
,
not
snared
by
any
particular
siren
,
she
could
not
despair
,
for
,
after
all
,
she
had
ensnared
him
and
held
him
deliciously
--
without
variation
,
she
believed
,
for
all
of
ten
years
--
a
feat
which
no
other
woman
had
achieved
before
or
after
.
Rita
Sohlberg
might
have
succeeded
--
the
beast
!
How
she
hated
the
thought
of
Rita
!
By
this
time
,
however
,
Cowperwood
was
getting
on
in
years
.
The
day
must
come
when
he
would
be
less
keen
for
variability
,
or
,
at
least
,
would
think
it
no
longer
worth
while
to
change
.
If
only
he
did
not
find
some
one
woman
,
some
Circe
,
who
would
bind
and
enslave
him
in
these
Later
years
as
she
had
herself
done
in
his
earlier
ones
all
might
yet
be
well
.
At
the
same
time
she
lived
in
daily
terror
of
a
discovery
which
was
soon
to
follow
.
She
had
gone
out
one
day
to
pay
a
call
on
some
one
to
whom
Rhees
Grier
,
the
Chicago
sculptor
,
had
given
her
an
introduction
.
Crossing
Central
Park
in
one
of
the
new
French
machines
which
Cowperwood
had
purchased
for
her
indulgence
,
her
glance
wandered
down
a
branch
road
to
where
another
automobile
similar
to
her
own
was
stalled
.
It
was
early
in
the
afternoon
,
at
which
time
Cowperwood
was
presumably
engaged
in
Wall
Street
.
Yet
there
he
was
,
and
with
him
two
women
,
neither
of
whom
,
in
the
speed
of
passing
,
could
Aileen
quite
make
out
.
She
had
her
car
halted
and
driven
to
within
seeing-distance
behind
a
clump
of
bushes
.
A
chauffeur
whom
she
did
not
know
was
tinkering
at
a
handsome
machine
,
while
on
the
grass
near
by
stood
Cowperwood
and
a
tall
,
slender
girl
with
red
hair
somewhat
like
Aileen
's
own
.
Her
expression
was
aloof
,
poetic
,
rhapsodical
.
Aileen
could
not
analyze
it
,
but
it
fixed
her
attention
completely
.
In
the
tonneau
sat
an
elderly
lady
,
whom
Aileen
at
once
assumed
to
be
the
girl
's
mother
.
Who
were
they
?
What
was
Cowperwood
doing
here
in
the
Park
at
this
hour
?
Where
were
they
going
?
With
a
horrible
retch
of
envy
she
noted
upon
Cowperwood
's
face
a
smile
the
like
and
import
of
which
she
well
knew
.
How
often
she
had
seen
it
years
and
years
before
!
Having
escaped
detection
,
she
ordered
her
chauffeur
to
follow
the
car
,
which
soon
started
,
at
a
safe
distance
.
She
saw
Cowperwood
and
the
two
ladies
put
down
at
one
of
the
great
hotels
,
and
followed
them
into
the
dining-room
,
where
,
from
behind
a
screen
,
after
the
most
careful
manoeuvering
,
she
had
an
opportunity
of
studying
them
at
her
leisure
.
She
drank
in
every
detail
of
Berenice
's
face
--
the
delicately
pointed
chin
,
the
clear
,
fixed
blue
eyes
,
the
straight
,
sensitive
nose
and
tawny
hair
.
Calling
the
head
waiter
,
she
inquired
the
names
of
the
two
women
,
and
in
return
for
a
liberal
tip
was
informed
at
once
.
"
Mrs.
Ira
Carter
,
I
believe
,
and
her
daughter
,
Miss
Fleming
,
Miss
Berenice
Fleming
.
Mrs.
Carter
was
Mrs.
Fleming
once
.
"
Aileen
followed
them
out
eventually
,
and
in
her
own
car
pursued
them
to
their
door
,
into
which
Cowperwood
also
disappeared
.
The
next
day
,
by
telephoning
the
apartment
to
make
inquiry
,
she
learned
that
they
actually
lived
there
.
After
a
few
days
of
brooding
she
employed
a
detective
,
and
learned
that
Cowperwood
was
a
constant
visitor
at
the
Carters
'
,
that
the
machine
in
which
they
rode
was
his
maintained
at
a
separate
garage
,
and
that
they
were
of
society
truly
.
Aileen
would
never
have
followed
the
clue
so
vigorously
had
it
not
been
for
the
look
she
had
seen
Cowperwood
fix
on
the
girl
in
the
Park
and
in
the
restaurant
--
an
air
of
soul-hunger
which
could
not
be
gainsaid
.
Let
no
one
ridicule
the
terrors
of
unrequited
love
.
Its
tentacles
are
cancerous
,
its
grip
is
of
icy
death
.
Sitting
in
her
boudoir
immediately
after
these
events
,
driving
,
walking
,
shopping
,
calling
on
the
few
with
whom
she
had
managed
to
scrape
an
acquaintance
,
Aileen
thought
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
of
this
new
woman
.
The
pale
,
delicate
face
haunted
her
.
What
were
those
eyes
,
so
remote
in
their
gaze
,
surveying
?
Love
?
Cowperwood
?
Yes
!
Yes
!
Gone
in
a
flash
,
and
permanently
,
as
it
seemed
to
Aileen
,
was
the
value
of
this
house
,
her
dream
of
a
new
social
entrance
.
And
she
had
already
suffered
so
much
;
endured
so
much
.
Cowperwood
being
absent
for
a
fortnight
,
she
moped
in
her
room
,
sighed
,
raged
,
and
then
began
to
drink
.
Finally
she
sent
for
an
actor
who
had
once
paid
attention
to
her
in
Chicago
,
and
whom
she
had
later
met
here
in
the
circle
of
the
theaters
.
She
was
not
so
much
burning
with
lust
as
determined
in
her
drunken
gloom
that
she
would
have
revenge
.
For
days
there
followed
an
orgy
,
in
which
wine
,
bestiality
,
mutual
recrimination
,
hatred
,
and
despair
were
involved
.
Sobering
eventually
,
she
wondered
what
Cowperwood
would
think
of
her
now
if
he
knew
this
?
Could
he
ever
love
her
any
more
?
Could
he
even
tolerate
her
?
But
what
did
he
care
?
It
served
him
right
,
the
dog
!
She
would
show
him
,
she
would
wreck
his
dream
,
she
would
make
her
own
life
a
scandal
,
and
his
too
!
She
would
shame
him
before
all
the
world
.
He
should
never
have
a
divorce
!
He
should
never
be
able
to
marry
a
girl
like
that
and
leave
her
alone
--
never
,
never
,
never
!
When
Cowperwood
returned
she
snarled
at
him
without
vouchsafing
an
explanation
.
He
suspected
at
once
that
she
had
been
spying
upon
his
manoeuvers
.
Moreover
,
he
did
not
fail
to
notice
her
heavy
eyes
,
superheated
cheeks
,
and
sickly
breath
.
