THE FINANCIER 
shuttlewise back and forth in this manner, pointed out 
occasionally by those who had known him in his better 
days as the ex-president of the Third National who had 
come to grief through his son. He was a pathetic figure 
with his thin legs and body, his gray hair, and his snow- 
white side-whiskers. He was very lean and angular, and, 
when confronted by a difficult problem, a little uncertain 
or vague in his mind. The habit of putting his hand to 
his mouth and of opening his eyes in an assumption of 
surprise, which had no basis in fact, grew upon him. 
He really degenerated into a mere automaton. Life 
strews its shores with such interesting and pathetic 
wrecks. 
Cowperwood speculated for some time as to how he 
would bring up the matter of his indifference to his wife, 
and his desire to end their relationship, but he did not 
see anything for it save the brutality of plain truth. 
She was persisting in her pretense of devotion, uncolored, 
apparently, by suspicion of any kind, when as a matter 
of fact she had never ceased to brood over what had 
happened. Since his trial and conviction she had been 
hearing from one source and another that he was still 
intimate with Aileen, and it was only her thought of his 
concurrent woes, and the fact that he might possibly be 
spared to a successful financial life, that had deterred 
her from speaking. Now that he was shut up in a cell, 
she really felt very sorry for him, but she did not love him 
as she once had. She felt that he was deserving of re- 
proach for his general unseemly conduct, and that this 
was probably intended by the Governing Power of the 
world, which makes for morality, to cause him to see the 
error of his way. 
One can imagine how much this attitude would appeal 
to Cowperwood once he detected it. He could see by a 
dozen little signs, in spite of the fact that she brought 
him delicacies, and commiserated him on his fate, that 
she felt a little reproachful, a little depressed and sad. 
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