第 57 节
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to get on the wrong side of Davison。 I expected to take in enough by now to take them up。 They ought to be in the sinking…fund; really。〃
The old gentleman saw the point at once; and winced。
〃They might cause you trouble; there; Frank。〃
〃It's a technical question;〃 replied his son。 〃I might have been intending to take them up。 As a matter of fact; I will if I can before three。 I've been taking eight and ten days to deposit them in the past。 In a storm like this I'm entitled to move my pawns as best I can。〃
Cowperwood; the father; put his hand over his mouth again。 He felt very disturbed about this。 He saw no way out; however。 He was at the end of his own resources。 He felt the side…whiskers on his left cheek。 He looked out of the window into the little green court。 Possibly it was a technical question; who should say。 The financial relations of the city treasury with other brokers before Frank had been very lax。 Every banker knew that。 Perhaps precedent would or should govern in this case。 He could not say。 Still; it was dangerousnot straight。 If Frank could get them out and deposit them it would be so much better。
〃I'd take them up if I were you and I could;〃 he added。
〃I will if I can。〃
〃How much money have you?〃
〃Oh; twenty thousand; all told。 If I suspend; though; I'll have to have a little ready cash。〃
〃I have eight or ten thousand; or will have by night; I hope。〃
He was thinking of some one who would give him a second mortgage on his house。
Cowperwood looked quietly at him。 There was nothing more to be said to his father。 〃I'm going to make one more appeal to Stener after you leave here;〃 be said。 〃I'm going over there with Harper Steger when he comes。 If he won't change I'll send out notice to my creditors; and notify the secretary of the exchange。 I want you to keep a stiff upper lip; whatever happens。 I know you will; though。 I'm going into the thing head down。 If Stener had any sense〃 He paused。 〃But what's the use talking about a damn fool?〃
He turned to the window; thinking of how easy it would have been; if Aileen and he had not been exposed by this anonymous note; to have arranged all with Butler。 Rather than injure the party; Butler; in extremis; would have assisted him。 Now。。。!
His father got up to go。 He was as stiff with despair as though he were suffering from cold。
〃Well;〃 he said; wearily。
Cowperwood suffered intensely for him。 What a shame! His father! He felt a great surge of sorrow sweep over him but a moment later mastered it; and settled to his quick; defiant thinking。 As the old man went out; Harper Steger was brought in。 They shook hands; and at once started for Stener's office。 But Stener had sunk in on himself like an empty gas…bag; and no efforts were sufficient to inflate him。 They went out; finally; defeated。
〃I tell you; Frank;〃 said Steger; 〃I wouldn't worry。 We can tie this thing up legally until election and after; and that will give all this row a chance to die down。 Then you can get your people together and talk sense to them。 They're not going to give up good properties like this; even if Stener does go to jail。〃
Steger did not know of the sixty thousand dollars' worth of hypothecated securities as yet。 Neither did he know of Aileen Butler and her father's boundless rage。
Chapter XXX
There was one development in connection with all of this of which Cowperwood was as yet unaware。 The same day that brought Edward Butler the anonymous communication in regard to his daughter; brought almost a duplicate of it to Mrs。 Frank Algernon Cowperwood; only in this case the name of Aileen Butler had curiously been omitted。
Perhaps you don't know that your husband is running with another woman。 If you don't believe it; watch the house at 931 North Tenth Street。
Mrs。 Cowperwood was in the conservatory watering some plants when this letter was brought by her maid Monday morning。 She was most placid in her thoughts; for she did not know what all the conferring of the night before meant。 Frank was occasionally troubled by financial storms; but they did not see to harm him。
〃Lay it on the table in the library; Annie。 I'll get it。〃
She thought it was some social note。
In a little while (such was her deliberate way); she put down her sprinkling…pot and went into the library。 There it was lying on the green leather sheepskin which constituted a part of the ornamentation of the large library table。 She picked it up; glanced at it curiously because it was on cheap paper; and then opened it。 Her face paled slightly as she read it; and then her hand tremblednot much。 Hers was not a soul that ever loved passionately; hence she could not suffer passionately。 She was hurt; disgusted; enraged for the moment; and frightened; but she was not broken in spirit entirely。 Thirteen years of life with Frank Cowperwood had taught her a number of things。 He was selfish; she knew now; self…centered; and not as much charmed by her as he had been。 The fear she had originally felt as to the effect of her preponderance of years had been to some extent justified by the lapse of time。 Frank did not love her as he hadhe had not for some time; she had felt it。 What was it?she had asked herself at timesalmost; who was it? Business was engrossing him so。
Finance was his master。 Did this mean the end of her regime; she queried。 Would he cast her off? Where would she go? What would she do? She was not helpless; of course; for she had money of her own which he was manipulating for her。 Who was this other woman? Was she young; beautiful; of any social position? Was it? Suddenly she stopped。 Was it? Could it be; by any chanceher mouth openedAileen Butler?
She stood still; staring at this letter; for she could scarcely countenance her own thought。 She had observed often; in spite of all their caution; how friendly Aileen had been to him and he to her。 He liked her; he never lost a chance to defend her。 Lillian had thought of them at times as being curiously suited to each other temperamentally。 He liked young people。 But; of course; he was married; and Aileen was infinitely beneath him socially; and he had two children and herself。 And his social and financial position was so fixed and stable that he did not dare trifle with it。 Still she paused; for forty years and two children; and some slight wrinkles; and the suspicion that we may be no longer loved as we once were; is apt to make any woman pause; even in the face of the most significant financial position。 Where would she go if she left him? What would people think? What about the children? Could she prove this liaison? Could she entrap him in a compromising situation? Did she want to?
She saw now that she did not love him as some women love their husbands。 She was not wild about him。 In a way she had been taking him for granted all these years; had thought that he loved her enough not to be unfaithful to her; at least fancied that he was so engrossed with the more serious things of life that no petty liaison such as this letter indicated would trouble him or interrupt his great career。 Apparently this was not true。 What should she do? What say? How act? Her none too brilliant mind was not of much service in this crisis。 She did not know very well how either to plan or to fight。
The conventional mind is at best a petty piece of machinery。 It is oyster…like in its functioning; or; perhaps better; clam…like。 It has its little siphon of thought…processes forced up or down into the mighty ocean of fact and circumstance; but it uses so little; pumps so faintly; that the immediate contiguity of the vast mass is not disturbed。 Nothing of the subtlety of life is perceived。 No least inkling of its storms or terrors is ever discovered except through accident。 When some crude; suggestive fact; such as this letter proved to be; suddenly manifests itself in the placid flow of events; there is great agony or disturbance and clogging of the so…called normal processes。 The siphon does not work right。 It sucks in fear and distress。 There is great grinding of maladjusted partsnot unlike sand in a machineand life; as is so often the case; ceases or goes lamely ever after。
Mrs。 Cowperwood was possessed of a conventional mind。 She really knew nothing about life。 And life could not teach her。 Reaction in her from salty thought…processes was not possible。 She was not alive in the sense that Aileen Butler was; and yet she thought that she was very much alive。 All illusion。 She wasn't。 She was charming if you loved placidity。 If you did not; she was not。 She was not engaging; brilliant; or forceful。 Frank Cowperwood might well have asked himself in the beginning why he married her。 He did not do so now because he did not believe it was wise to question the past as to one's failures and errors。 It was; according to him; most unwise to regret。 He kept his face and thoughts to the future。
But Mrs。 Cowperwood was truly distressed in her way; and she went about the house thinking; feeling wretchedly。 She decided; since the letter asked her to see for herself; to wait。 She must think how she would watch this house; if at all。 Frank