At the repetition of Cowperwood's name Butler's mouth 
hardened. He could see that she was infatuated—that 
his carefully calculated plea had failed. It was all true, 
all that he had said; but she would not—could not. So 
he must think of some other way. 
"Very well, then," he said, as Aileen turned away. 
"Have it yer own way, if ye will. Ye must go, though, 
willy-nilly. It can't be any other way. I wish to God it 
Aileen went out, very solemn, and Butler went over 
to his desk and sat down. "Such a situation!" he 
said to himself. "Such a complication!" 
But she must go. She must be got out of the clutches 
of Cowperwood. He would spend almost any sum of 
money to make her happy; but she must no longer trifle 
with this villainous man in this shameful way. It was 
inconceivable, impossible. He would spend any sum of 
money now to see that Cowperwood did not escape the 
clutches of the law on the charge laid against him. He 
must act at once. 
At the same time, Aileen sat in her room and thought 
and thought as to what she was to do next.