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personally？ She was too dignified and vain to lurk about street…corners or offices or hotels。 Never！ Start a quarrel without additional evidencethat would be silly。 He was too shrewd to give her further evidence once she spoke。 He would merely deny it。 She brooded irritably； recalling after a time； and with an aching heart； that her father had put detectives on her track once ten years before； and had actually discovered her relations with Cowperwood and their rendezvous。 Bitter as that memory was torturingyet now the same means seemed not too abhorrent to employ under the circumstances。 No harm had come to Cowperwood in the former instance； she reasoned to herselfno especial harm from that discovery （this was not true）； and none would come to him now。 （This also was not true。） But one must forgive a fiery； passionate soul； wounded to the quick； some errors of judgment。 Her thought was that she would first be sure just what it was her beloved was doing； and then decide what course to take。 But she knew that she was treading on dangerous ground； and mentally she recoiled from the consequences which might follow。 He might leave her if she fought him too bitterly。 He might treat her as he had treated his first wife； Lillian。
She studied her liege lord curiously these days； wondering if it were true that he had deserted her already； as he had deserted his first wife thirteen years before； wondering if he could really take up with a girl as common as Antoinette Nowakwondering； wondering； wonderinghalf afraid and yet courageous。 What could be done with him？ If only he still loved her all would be well yetbut oh！
The detective agency to which she finally applied； after weeks of soul…racking suspense； was one of those disturbingly human implements which many are not opposed to using on occasion； when it is the only means of solving a troublous problem of wounded feelings or jeopardized interests。 Aileen； being obviously rich； was forthwith shamefully overcharged； but the services agreed upon were well performed。 To her amazement； chagrin； and distress； after a few weeks of observation Cowperwood was reported to have affairs not only with Antoinette Nowak； whom she did suspect； but also with Mrs。 Sohlberg。 And these two affairs at one and the same time。 For the moment it left Aileen actually stunned and breathless。
The significance of Rita Sohlberg to her in this hour was greater than that of any woman before or after。 Of all living things； women dread women most of all； and of all women the clever and beautiful。 Rita Sohlberg had been growing on Aileen as a personage； for she had obviously been prospering during this past year； and her beauty had been amazingly enhanced thereby。 Once Aileen had encountered Rita in a light trap on the Avenue； very handsome and very new； and she had commented on it to Cowperwood； whose reply had been： 〃Her father must be making some money。 Sohlberg could never earn it for her。〃
Aileen sympathized with Harold because of his temperament； but she knew that what Cowperwood said was true。
Another time； at a box…party at the theater； she had noted the rich elaborateness of Mrs。 Sohlberg's dainty frock； the endless pleatings of pale silk； the startling charm of the needlework and the ribbonscountless； rosetted； smallthat meant hard work on the part of some one。
〃How lovely this is；〃 she had commented。
〃Yes；〃 Rita had replied； airily； 〃I thought； don't you know； my dressmaker would never get done working on it。〃
It had cost； all told； two hundred and twenty dollars； and Cowperwood had gladly paid the bill。
Aileen went home at the time thinking of Rita's taste and of how well she had harmonized her materials to her personality。 She was truly charming。
Now； however； when it appeared that the same charm that had appealed to her had appealed to Cowperwood； she conceived an angry； animal opposition to it all。 Rita Sohlberg！ Ha！ A lot of satisfaction she'd get knowing as she would soon； that Cowperwood was sharing his affection for her with Antoinette Nowaka mere stenographer。 And a lot of satisfaction Antoinette would getthe cheap upstart when she learned； as she would； that Cowperwood loved her so lightly that he would take an apartment for Rita Sohlberg and let a cheap hotel or an assignation…house do for her。
But in spite of this savage exultation her thoughts kept coming back to herself； to her own predicament； to torture and destroy her。 Cowperwood； the liar！ Cowperwood； the pretender！ Cowperwood； the sneak！ At one moment she conceived a kind of horror of the man because of all his protestations to her； at the next a ragebitter； swelling； at the next a pathetic realization of her own altered position。 Say what one will； to take the love of a man like Cowperwood away from a woman like Aileen was to leave her high and dry on land； as a fish out of its native element； to take all the wind out of her sailsalmost to kill her。 Whatever position she had once thought to hold through him； was now jeopardized。 Whatever joy or glory she had had in being Mrs。 Frank Algernon Cowperwood； it was now tarnished。 She sat in her room； this same day after the detectives had given their report； a tired look in her eyes； the first set lines her pretty mouth had ever known showing about it； her past and her future whirling painfully and nebulously in her brain。 Suddenly she got up； and； seeing Cowperwood's picture on her dresser； his still impressive eyes contemplating her； she seized it and threw it on the floor； stamping on his handsome face with her pretty foot； and raging at him in her heart。 The dog！ The brute！ Her brain was full of the thought of Rita's white arms about him； of his lips to hers。 The spectacle of Rita's fluffy gowns； her enticing costumes； was in her eyes。 Rita should not have him； she should not have anything connected with him； nor； for that matter； Antoinette Nowak； eitherthe wretched upstart； the hireling。 To think he should stoop to an office stenographer！ Once on that thought； she decided that he should not be allowed to have a woman as an assistant any more。 He owed it to her to love her after all she had done for him； the coward； and to let other women alone。 Her brain whirled with strange thoughts。 She was really not sane in her present state。 She was so wrought up by her prospective loss that she could only think of rash； impossible； destructive things to do。 She dressed swiftly； feverishly； and； calling a closed carriage from the coach…house； ordered herself to be driven to the New Arts Building。 She would show this rosy cat of a woman； this smiling piece of impertinence； this she…devil； whether she would lure Cowperwood away。 She meditated as she rode。 She would not sit back and be robbed as Mrs。 Cowperwood had been by her。 Never！ He could not treat her that way。 She would die first！ She would kill Rita Sohlberg and Antoinette Nowak and Cowperwood and herself first。 She would prefer to die that way rather than lose his love。 Oh yes； a thousand times！ Fortunately； Rita Sohlberg was not at the New Arts Building； or Sohlberg； either。 They had gone to a reception。 Nor was she at the apartment on the North Side； where； under the name of Jacobs； as Aileen had been informed by the detectives； she and Cowperwood kept occasional tryst。 Aileen hesitated for a moment； feeling it useless to wait； then she ordered the coachman to drive to her husband's office。 It was now nearly five o'clock。 Antoinette and Cowperwood had both gone； but she did not know it。 She changed her mind； however； before she reached the officefor it was Rita Sohlberg she wished to reach firstand ordered her coachman to drive back to the Sohlberg studio。 But still they had not returned。 In a kind of aimless rage she went home； wondering how she should reach Rita Sohlberg first and alone。 Then； to her savage delight； the game walked into her bag。 The Sohlbergs； returning home at six o'clock from some reception farther out Michigan Avenue； had stopped； at the wish of Harold； merely to pass the time of day with Mrs。 Cowperwood。 Rita was exquisite in a pale…blue and lavender concoction； with silver braid worked in here and there。 Her gloves and shoes were pungent bits of romance； her hat a dream of graceful lines。 At the sight of her； Aileen； who was still in the hall and had opened the door herself； fairly burned to seize her by the throat and strike her； but she restrained herself sufficiently to say； 〃Come in。〃 She still had sense enough and self…possession enough to conceal her wrath and to close the door。 Beside his wife Harold was standing； offensively smug and inefficient in the fashionable frock…coat and silk hat of the time； a restraining influence as yet。 He was bowing and smiling：
〃Oh。〃 This sound was neither an 〃oh〃 nor an 〃ah；〃 but a kind of Danish inflected 〃awe；〃 which was usually not unpleasing to hear。 〃How are you； once more； Meeses Cowperwood？ It eez sudge a pleasure to see you againawe。〃
〃Won't you two just go in the reception…room a moment；〃 said Aileen； almost hoarsely。 〃I'll be right in。 I want to get something。〃 Then； as an afterthought； she called very sweetly： 〃Oh； Mrs。 Sohlberg； won't you come up to my room for a moment？ I have somet