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as been said； was at six…thirty； and consisted of coarse black bread made of bran and some white flour； and served with black coffee。 Dinner was at eleven…thirty； and consisted of bean or vegetable soup； with some coarse meat in it； and the same bread。 Supper was at six； of tea and bread； very strong tea and the same breadno butter； no milk； no sugar。 Cowperwood did not smoke； so the small allowance of tobacco which was permitted was without value to him。 Steger called in every day for two or three weeks； and after the second day； Stephen Wingate； as his new business associate； was permitted to see him alsoonce every day； if he wished； Desmas stated； though the latter felt he was stretching a point in permitting this so soon。 Both of these visits rarely occupied more than an hour； or an hour and a half； and after that the day was long。 He was taken out on several days on a court order； between nine and five； to testify in the bankruptcy proceedings against him； which caused the time in the beginning to pass quickly。
It was curious； once he was in prison； safely shut from the world for a period of years apparently； how quickly all thought of assisting him departed from the minds of those who had been most friendly。 He was done； so most of them thought。 The only thing they could do now would be to use their influence to get him out some time； how soon； they could not guess。 Beyond that there was nothing。 He would really never be of any great importance to any one any more； or so they thought。 It was very sad； very tragic； but he was gonehis place knew him not。
〃A bright young man； that；〃 observed President Davison of the Girard National； on reading of Cowperwood's sentence and incarceration。 〃Too bad！ Too bad！ He made a great mistake。〃
Only his parents； Aileen； and his wifethe latter with mingled feelings of resentment and sorrowreally missed him。 Aileen； because of her great passion for him； was suffering most of all。 Four years and three months； she thought。 If he did not get out before then she would be nearing twenty…nine and he would be nearing forty。 Would he want her then？ Would she be so attractive？ And would nearly five years change his point of view？ He would have to wear a convict suit all that time； and be known as a convict forever after。 It was hard to think about； but only made her more than ever determined to cling to him； whatever happened； and to help him all she could。
Indeed the day after his incarceration she drove out and looked at the grim； gray walls of the penitentiary。 Knowing nothing absolutely of the vast and complicated processes of law and penal servitude； it seemed especially terrible to her。 What might not they be doing to her Frank？ Was he suffering much？ Was he thinking of her as she was of him？ Oh； the pity of it all！ The pity！ The pity of herselfher great love for him！ She drove home； determined to see him； but as he had originally told her that visiting days were only once in three months； and that he would have to write her when the next one was； or when she could come； or when he could see her on the outside； she scarcely knew what to do。 Secrecy was the thing。
The next day； however； she wrote him just the same； describing the drive she had taken on the stormy afternoon beforethe terror of the thought that he was behind those grim gray wallsand declaring her determination to see him soon。 And this letter； under the new arrangement； he received at once。 He wrote her in reply； giving the letter to Wingate to mail。 It ran：
My sweet girl：I fancy you are a little downhearted to think I cannot be with you any more soon； but you mustn't be。 I suppose you read all about the sentence in the paper。 I came out here the same morningnearly noon。 If I had time； dearest； I'd write you a long letter describing the situation so as to ease your mind； but I haven't。 It's against the rules； and I am really doing this secretly。 I'm here； though； safe enough； and wish I were out； of course。 Sweetest； you must be careful how you try to see me at first。 You can't do me much service outside of cheering me up； and you may do yourself great harm。 Besides； I think I have done you far more harm than I can ever make up to you and that you had best give me up； although I know you do not think so； and I would be sad； if you did。 I am to be in the Court of Special Pleas； Sixth and Chestnut； on Friday at two o'clock； but you cannot see me there。 I'll be out in charge of my counsel。 You must be careful。 Perhaps you'll think better； and not come here。
This last touch was one of pure gloom； the first Cowperwood had ever introduced into their relationship but conditions had changed him。 Hitherto he had been in the position of the superior being； the one who was being soughtalthough Aileen was and had been well worth seekingand he had thought that he might escape unscathed； and so grow in dignity and power until she might not possibly be worthy of him any longer。 He had had that thought。 But here； in stripes； it was a different matter。 Aileen's position； reduced in value as it was by her long； ardent relationship with him； was now； nevertheless； superior to hisapparently so。 For after all； was she not Edward Butler's daughter； and might she； after she had been away from him a while； wish to become a convict's bride。 She ought not to want to； and she might not want to； for all he knew； she might change her mind。 She ought not to wait for him。 Her life was not yet ruined。 The public did not know； so he thought not generally anyhowthat she had been his mistress。 She might marry。 Why not； and so pass out of his life forever。 And would not that be sad for him？ And yet did he not owe it to her； to a sense of fair play in himself to ask her to give him up； or at least think over the wisdom of doing so？
He did her the justice to believe that she would not want to give him up； and in his position； however harmful it might be to her； it was an advantage； a connecting link with the finest period of his past life； to have her continue to love him。 He could not； however； scribbling this note in his cell in Wingate's presence； and giving it to him to mail （Overseer Chapin was kindly keeping a respectful distance； though he was supposed to be present）； refrain from adding； at the last moment； this little touch of doubt which； when she read it； struck Aileen to the heart。 She read it as gloom on his partas great depression。 Perhaps； after all； the penitentiary and so soon； was really breaking his spirit； and he had held up so courageously so long。 Because of this； now she was madly eager to get to him； to console him； even though it was difficult； perilous。 She must； she said。
In regard to visits from the various members of his familyhis mother and father； his brother； his wife； and his sisterCowperwood made it plain to them on one of the days on which he was out attending a bankruptcy hearing； that even providing it could be arranged he did not think they should come oftener than once in three months； unless he wrote them or sent word by Steger。 The truth was that he really did not care to see much of any of them at present。 He was sick of the whole social scheme of things。 In fact he wanted to be rid of the turmoil he had been in； seeing it had proved so useless。 He had used nearly fifteen thousand dollars thus far in defending himselfcourt costs； family maintenance； Steger； etc。； but he did not mind that。 He expected to make some little money working through Wingate。 His family were not utterly without funds； sufficient to live on in a small way。 He had advised them to remove into houses more in keeping with their reduced circumstances； which they had donehis mother and father and brothers and sister to a three…story brick house of about the caliber of the old Buttonwood Street house； and his wife to a smaller； less expensive two…story one on North Twenty…first Street； near the penitentiary； a portion of the money saved out of the thirty…five thousand dollars extracted from Stener under false pretenses aiding to sustain it。 Of course all this was a terrible descent from the Girard Avenue mansion for the elder Cowperwood； for here was none of the furniture which characterized the other somewhat gorgeous domicilemerely store…bought； ready…made furniture； and neat but cheap hangings and fixtures generally。 The assignees； to whom all Cowperwood's personal property belonged； and to whom Cowperwood； the elder； had surrendered all his holdings； would not permit anything of importance to be removed。 It had all to be sold for the benefit of creditors。 A few very small things； but only a few； had been kept； as everything had been inventoried some time before。 One of the things which old Cowperwood wanted was his own desk which Frank had had designed for him； but as it was valued at five hundred dollars and could not be relinquished by the sheriff except on payment of that sum； or by auction； and as Henry Cowperwood had no such sum to spare； he had to let the desk go。 There were many things they all wanted； and Anna Adelaide had literally purloined a few though she did not admit the fact to her parents until long afterward。
There came a day wh