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"Show in Miss Butler," he said, getting up. "Tell Mr. Stires to wait." Aileen came briskly,
vigorously in, her beautiful body clothed as decoratively as ever. The street suit that she wore
was of a light golden-brown broadcloth, faceted with small, dark-red buttons. Her head was
decorated with a brownish-red shake of a type she had learned was becoming to her, brimless
and with a trailing plume, and her throat was graced by a three-strand necklace of gold beads.
Her hands were smoothly gloved as usual, and her little feet daintily shod. There was a look of
girlish distress in her eyes, which, however, she was trying hard to conceal.
"Honey," she exclaimed, on seeing him, her arms extended--"what is the trouble? I wanted so
much to ask you the other night. You're not going to fail, are you? I heard father and Owen
talking about you last night."
"What did they say?" he inquired, putting his arm around her and looking quietly into her
nervous eyes.
"Oh, you know, I think papa is very angry with you. He suspects. Some one sent him an
anonymous letter. He tried to get it out of me last night, but he didn't succeed. I denied
everything. I was in here twice this morning to see you, but you were out. I was so afraid that he
might see you first, and that you might say something."
"Me, Aileen?"
"Well, no, not exactly. I didn't think that. I don't know what I thought. Oh, honey, I've been so
worried. You know, I didn't sleep at all. I thought I was stronger than that; but I was so worried
about you. You know, he put me in a strong light by his desk, where he could see my face, and
then he showed me the letter. I was so astonished for a moment I hardly know what I said or
how I looked."
"What did you say?"
"Why, I said: 'What a shame! It isn't so!' But I didn't say it right away. My heart was going like a
trip-hammer. I'm afraid he must have been able to tell something from my face. I could hardly
get my breath."
"He's a shrewd man, your father," he commented. "He knows something about life. Now you
see how difficult these situations are. It's a blessing he decided to show you the letter instead of
watching the house. I suppose he felt too bad to do that. He can't prove anything now. But he
knows. You can't deceive him."
"How do you know he knows?"
"I saw him yesterday."
"Did he talk to you about it?"
"No; I saw his face. He simply looked at me."
"Honey! I'm so sorry for him!"
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