Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
“Honey,” he said, quickly, when he saw her eyes, “you don’t understand.
I want you to do what you want to do. You’ve planned this out in order
to be with me; so now you do it. Don’t think any more about me or
anything I’ve said. I was merely thinking that it might make matters
worse for both of us; but I don’t believe it will. You think your
father loves you so much that after you’re gone he’ll change his mind.
Very good; go. But we must be very careful, sweet—you and I—really we
must. This thing is getting serious. If you should go and your father
should charge me with abduction—take the public into his confidence and
tell all about this, it would be serious for both of us—as much for you
as for me, for I’d be convicted sure then, just on that account, if
nothing else. And then what? You’d better not try to see me often for
the present—not any oftener than we can possibly help. If we had used
common sense and stopped when your father got that letter, this
wouldn’t have happened. But now that it has happened, we must be as
wise as we can, don’t you see? So, think it over, and do what you think
best and then write me and whatever you do will be all right with me—do
you hear?” He drew her to him and kissed her. “You haven’t any money,
have you?” he concluded wisely.
Aileen, deeply moved by all he had just said, was none the less
convinced once she had meditated on it a moment, that her course was
best. Her father loved her too much. He would not do anything to hurt
her publicly and so he would not attack Cowperwood through her openly.
More than likely, as she now explained to Frank, he would plead with
her to come back. And he, listening, was compelled to yield. Why argue?
She would not leave him anyhow.
He went down in his pocket for the first time since he had known Aileen
and produced a layer of bills. “Here’s two hundred dollars, sweet,” he
said, “until I see or hear from you. I’ll see that you have whatever
you need; and now don’t think that I don’t love you. You know I do. I’m
crazy about you.”
Aileen protested that she did not need so much—that she did not really
need any—she had some at home; but he put that aside. He knew that she
must have money.
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