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Octavius, who had passed the shop and was standing on the sidewalk with old Quimber, saw the two leave it and walk slowly in the direction of The Bow. He listened for the sound of Aileen's merry laugh and chat, but he heard nothing. His grave face at once impressed Joel. "Something's up 'twixt those two, eh, Tave?" he whispered.
A wry smile spread over Lynde's face at this, for it was on record in certain circles that he had lost as much as ten and even fifteen thousand in an evening. He also had a record of winning twenty-five thousand once at baccarat at an all-night and all-day sitting, and then losing it. Lynde all through the evening had been casting hard, meaning glances into Aileen's eyes.
Why should he be frowned on by Miss Lawrence, or anybody else? That malicious talk at Simla had soon exhausted itself. His present appointment was a triumphant answer to it all. His slanderers including Aileen's ridiculous guardians could only look foolish if they pursued the matter any further. What "trap" was there what mésalliance? A successful soldier was good enough for anybody.
She was determined to try it, anyhow, and immediately sent word to Cowperwood that she was going to the Calligans and would welcome him to freedom. In a way, Cowperwood was rather gratified by Aileen's message, for he felt that his present plight, bitter as it was, was largely due to Butler's opposition and he felt no compunction in striking him through his daughter.
They have just built that house at 68th Street. He has part lease of number 9, I believe." Berenice almost started, but retained her composure, giving merely an indifferent glance. A little while after, she adjusted her glasses carefully and studied Mrs. Cowperwood. She noted curiously that Aileen's hair was somewhat the color of her own more carroty red.
Aileen's position, reduced in value as it was by her long, ardent relationship with him, was now, nevertheless, superior to his apparently so. For after all, was she not Edward Butler's daughter, and might she, after she had been away from him a while, wish to become a convict's bride. She ought not to want to, and she might not want to, for all he knew; she might change her mind.
The depth of Aileen's feelings, the cooing sound of her voice, the velvety tenderness of her hands, that beauty that had drawn him all the time more radiant here perhaps within these hard walls, and in the face of his physical misery, than it had ever been before completely unmanned him. He did not understand how it could; he tried to defy the moods, but he could not.
To be more particular, I asked for one, and she consented to let me have it. You see I wanted a keepsake! Well, when at sea, I read the Testament regularly, night and morning, for Aileen's sake, but God in His great love led me at last to read it for the sake of Him whose blessed life and death it records."
"No, let her earn her own living yet awhile. It will do her good. But shall I tell you secrets?" The Duchess looked at him, knitting her small brows. "Tell me what I ought to know no more," he said, gravely, with a dignity contrasting oddly with his school-boy curiosity in the matter of little Aileen's lover. The Duchess hesitated.
Aileen thanked her, and lightly touched her hand. A secret sympathy seemed to have suddenly sprung up between them. Lady Blanche sat stiffly beside her daughter, watching her face. The warm touch of friendliness in Aileen's manner towards Mrs. Delafield seemed only to increase the distance and embarrassment of her own. Julie appeared to be quite unconscious.
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