er, though her beauty
made him wish to take advantage of her distress. "Why should you cry,
dearest?" he asked, softly, looking at her flushed cheeks and colorful
eyes. "You have beauty; you are young; you're lovely. He's not the
only man in the world. Why should you be faithful when he isn't
faithful to you? This Hand affair is all over town. When you meet some
one that really would care for you, why shouldn't you? If he doesn't
want you, there are others."
At the mention of the Hand affair Aileen straightened up. "The Hand
affair?" she asked, curiously. "What is that?"
"Don't you know?" he replied, a little surprised. "I thought you did,
or I certainly wouldn't have mentioned it."
"Oh, I know about what it is," replied Aileen, wisely, and with a touch
of sardonic humor. "There have been so many or the same kind. I
suppose it must be the case the Chicago Review was referring to--the
wife of the prominent financier. Has he been trifling with Mrs. Hand?"
"Something like that," replied Lynde. "I'm sorry that I spoke, though?
really I am. I didn't mean to be carrying tales."
"Soldiers in a common fight, eh?" taunted Aileen, gaily.
"Oh, not that, exactly. Please don't be mean. I'm not so bad. It's
just a principle with me. We all have our little foibles."
"Yes, I know," replied Aileen; but her mind was running on Mrs. Hand.
So she was the latest. "Well, I admire his taste, anyway, in this
case," she said, archly. "There have been so many, though. She is just
one more."
Lynde smiled. He himself admired Cowperwood's taste. Then he dropped
the subject.
"But let's forget that," he said. "Please don't worry about him any
more. You can't change that. Pull yourself together." He squeezed her
fingers. "Will you?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows in inquiry.
"Will I what?" replied Aileen, meditatively.
"Oh, you know. The necklace for one thing. Me, too." His eyes coaxed
and laughed and pleaded.
Aileen smiled. "You're a bad boy," she said, evasively. This
revelation in regard to Mrs. Hand had made her singularly retaliatory
in spirit. "Let me think. Don't ask me to take the necklace to-day.
I couldn't. I couldn't wear it, anyhow. Let me see you another time."
She moved her plump hand in an uncertain way, and he smoothed her wrist.
"I wonder if you wouldn't like to go around to the studio of a friend
of mine here in the tower?" he asked, quite nonchalantly. "He has such
a char
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