to you. If you will come up to my room I will be glad 
to otherwise not. Won't you come up?" 
Butler saw that Cowperwood had the upper hand of 
him. In spite of his rage, slowly but surely this man's 
tentacles were fastening themselves upon him. He might 
as well go up. Otherwise it was plain he would get no 
information. He hated Cowperwood; but he had to 
do it. 
" Very well," he said. 
Cowperwood led the way quite amicably, and, having 
entered his private office, closed the door behind him. 
He saw as plainly as anything that Butler was a victim 
of his feeling for Aileen. He prepared to talk to him 
very sensibly and explain the whole situation. Perhaps 
he could soothe Butler so that he would cease his political 
attacks on him. 
"We ought to be able to talk this matter over and 
reach an understanding," he said again, when they were 
in the room and he had closed the door. " I am not as 
bad as you think, though I know I appear very bad." 
Butler stared at him in contempt. " I love your daughter, 
and she loves me. I know you are asking yourself how 
I can do this while I am still married; but I assure you 
I can, and that I do. I am not happily married. I had 
expected, if this panic hadn't come along, to arrange with 
my wife for a divorce and marry Aileen. My intentions 
are perfectly good. The situation which you can com- 
plain of, of course, is the one you encountered a few weeks 
ago. It was indiscreet, but it was entirely human. Your 
daughter does not complain—she understands." 
At the mention of his daughter in this connection Butler 
flushed with rage, but he controlled himself. 
"And ye think because she doesn't complain that it's 
all right, do ye?" he asked, sarcastically. 
" From my point of view, yes; from yours, no. You 
have one view of life, Mr. Butler, and I have another." 
" Ye're right there," put in Butler, "for once, anyhow."