She did not think she did. But it would not hurt Mrs. 
Cowperwood if Frank loved her—Aileen—also. 
How shall we explain these subtleties of temperament 
and logic? Life has to deal with them at every turn. 
No man nor any woman is safe from them. We might 
as well look the facts in the face. They will not down, 
and the large, placid movements of nature outside of 
man's little organism would indicate that she is not great- 
ly concerned. We see much punishment in the form of 
jails, diseases, failures, and wrecks; but we also see that 
the old tendency is not visibly lessened. Is there no law 
outside of the subtle will and the power to achieve? If 
not, it is surely high time that we knew it—one and all. 
We might then agree to do as we do; but there would be 
no silly illusion as to divine regulation. Vox populi, vox 
There were other meetings, lovely hours which they 
soon began to spend the moment her passion waxed warm 
enough to assure compliance, without great fear and 
without thought of the deadly rist involved. These 
matters are almost always of slow growth or develop- 
ment. From odd moments in his 0 W n home, stolen when 
there was no one about to see, they advanced to clandes- 
tine meetings beyond the confines of the city. Cowper- 
wood was not one who was temperamentally inclined to 
lose his head and neglect his business. As a matter of 
fact, the more he thought of this rather unexpected affec- 
tional development, the more certain he was that he must 
not let it interfere with his business time and judgment. 
His office required his full attention from nine until three, 
anyhow. He could give it until five-thirty with profit; 
but he could take several afternoons off, from three- 
thirty until five-thirty or silk and no one would be the 
wiser. It was customary for leen to drive alone almost 
every afternoon a spirited pair of bays, or to ride a 
mount, bought by her father for her from a noted horse- 
dealer in Baltimore. Since Cowperwood drove and rode