wanted to see
anybody out there, nor anybody else that he wanted to ask favors for.
And I won't, either. I'll find some way."

Cowperwood had to smile. You could not defeat Aileen so easily.

"But you're not your father, honey; and you don't want him to know."

"I know I don't, but they don't need to know who I am. I can go heavily
veiled. I don't think that the warden knows my father. He may. Anyhow,
he doesn't know me; and he wouldn't tell on me if he did if I talked to
him."

Her confidence in her charms, her personality, her earthly privileges
was quite anarchistic. Cowperwood shook his head.

"Honey, you're about the best and the worst there is when it comes to a
woman," he observed, affectionately, pulling her head down to kiss
her, "but you'll have to listen to me just the same. I have a lawyer,
Steger--you know him. He's going to take up this matter with the warden
out there--is doing it today. He may be able to fix things, and he may
not. I'll know to-morrow or Sunday, and I'll write you. But don't go and
do anything rash until you hear. I'm sure I can cut that visiting limit
in half, and perhaps down to once a month or once in two weeks even.
They only allow me to write one letter in three months"--Aileen exploded
again--"and I'm sure I can have that made different--some; but don't
write me until you hear, or at least don't sign any name or put any
address in. They open all mail and read it. If you see me or write me
you'll have to be cautious, and you're not the most cautious person in
the world. Now be good, will you?"

They talked much more--of his family, his court appearance Monday,
whether he would get out soon to attend any of the suits still pending,
or be pardoned. Aileen still believed in his future. She had read the
opinions of the dissenting judges in his favor, and that of the
three agreed judges against him. She was sure his day was not over in
Philadelphia, and that he would some time reestablish himself and then
take her with him somewhere else. She was sorry for Mrs. Cowperwood, but
she was convinced that she was not suited to him--that Frank needed some
one more like herself, some one with youth and beauty and force--her, no
less. She clung to him now in ecstatic embraces until it was time to go.
So far as a plan of procedure could have been adjusted in a situation so
incapable of accurate adjustment, it had been done. She was desperately
downcast at the last moment, as was he, over the