Финансист

Chapter XLVI

           

           "That’smyaffair,mister,"shereplied,smartly.

           Themealwasover,andMrs.ButlerstrolleduptoAileen’sroomtoseewhyshehadnotcomedowntodinner.Butlerenteredhisden,wishingsomuchthathecouldtakehiswifeintohisconfidenceconcerningallthatwasworryinghim.Onhisdesk,ashesatdownandturnedupthelight,hesawthenote.HerecognizedAileen’shandwritingatonce.Whatcouldshemeanbywritinghim?Asenseoftheuntowardcametohim,andhetoreitopenslowly,and,puttingonhisglasses,contemplateditsolemnly.

           SoAileenwasgone.Theoldmanstaredateachwordasifithadbeenwritteninfire.ShesaidshehadnotgonewithCowperwood.Itwaspossible,justthesame,thathehadrunawayfromPhiladelphiaandtakenherwithhim.Thiswasthelaststraw.Thisendedit.Aileenluredawayfromhometowheretowhat?Butlercouldscarcelybelieve,though,thatCowperwoodhadtemptedhertodothis.Hehadtoomuchatstake;itwouldinvolvehisownandButler’sfamilies.Thepaperswouldbecertaintogetitquickly.Hegotup,crumplingthepaperinhishand,andturnedaboutatanoise.Hiswifewascomingin.Hepulledhimselftogetherandshovedtheletterinhispocket.

           "Aileen’snotinherroom,"shesaid,curiously."Shedidn’tsayanythingtoyouaboutgoingout,didshe?"

           "No,"hereplied,truthfully,wonderinghowsoonheshouldhavetotellhiswife.

           "That’sodd,"observedMrs.

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