Финансист

Chapter XXXVII

           Why,whyshouldn’tI?WhatelsehaveItoliveforbutmechildren?It’syeandtherestofthemthatI’vebeenworkin’andplannin’foralltheseyears.Comenow,beagoodgirl.Yeloveyouroldfather,don’tye?Why,Irockedyeinmyarmsasababy,Aileen.I’vewatchedoveryewhenyewerenotbiggerthanwhatwouldrestinmetwofistshere.I’vebeenagoodfathertoye—yecan’tdenythat.Lookattheothergirlsyou’veseen.Haveanyofthemhadmorenorwhatyehavehad?Yewon’tgoagainstmeinthis.I’msureyewon’t.Yecan’t.Yelovemetoomuch—surelyyedo—don’tye?"Hisvoiceweakened.Hiseyesalmostfilled.

           Hepausedandputabig,brown,hornyhandonAileen’sarm.Shehadlistenedtohispleanotunmoved—reallymoreorlesssoftened—becauseofthehopelessnessofit.ShecouldnotgiveupCowperwood.Herfatherjustdidnotunderstand.Hedidnotknowwhatlovewas.Unquestionablyhehadneverlovedasshehad.

           ShestoodquitesilentwhileButlerappealedtoher.

           "I’dliketo,father,"shesaidatlastandsoftly,tenderly."ReallyIwould.Idoloveyou.Yes,Ido.Iwanttopleaseyou;butIcan’tinthis—Ican’t!IloveFrankCowperwood.Youdon’tunderstand—reallyyoudon’t!"

           AttherepetitionofCowperwood’snameButler’smouthhardened.Hecouldseethatshewasinfatuated—thathiscarefullycalculatedpleahadfailed.Sohemustthinkofsomeotherway

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