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not. What was the use? Only she was not going. She knew that--and so she stood there white
and tense. 
"Now get all the clothes ye want," went on Butler, by no means grasping her true mood. "Fix
yourself up in any way you plase. Say where ye want to go, but get ready."
"But I won't, father," finally replied Aileen, equally solemnly, equally determinedly. "I won't go! I
won't leave Philadelphia."
"Ye don't mane to say ye will deliberately disobey me when I'm asking ye to do somethin' that's
intended for yer own good, will ye daughter?"
"Yes, I will," replied Aileen, determinedly. "I won't go! I'm sorry, but I won't!"
"Ye really mane that, do ye?" asked Butler, sadly but grimly. 
"Yes, I do," replied Aileen, grimly, in return. 
"Then I'll have to see what I can do, daughter," replied the old man. "Ye're still my daughter,
whatever ye are, and I'll not see ye come to wreck and ruin for want of doin' what I know to be
my solemn duty. I'll give ye a few more days to think this over, but go ye must. There's an end of
that. There are laws in this land still. There are things that can be done to those who won't obey
the law. I found ye this time--much as it hurt me to do it. I'll find ye again if ye try to disobey me.
Ye must change yer ways. I can't have ye goin' on as ye are. Ye understand now. It's the last
word. Give this man up, and ye can have anything ye choose. Ye're my girl--I'll do everything I
can in this world to make ye happy. Why, why shouldn't I? What else have I to live for but me
children? It's ye and the rest of them that I've been workin' and plannin' for all these years.
Come now, be a good girl. Ye love your old father, don't ye? Why, I rocked ye in my arms as a
baby, Aileen. I've watched over ye when ye were not bigger than what would rest in me two fists
here. I've been a good father to ye-- ye can't deny that. Look at the other girls you've seen.
Have any of them had more nor what ye have had? Ye won't go against me in this. I'm sure ye
won't. Ye can't. Ye love me too much--surely ye do--don't ye?" His voice weakened. His eyes
almost filled. 
He paused and put a big, brown, horny hand on Aileen's arm. She had listened to his plea not
unmoved--really more or less softened-- because of the hopelessness of it. She could not give
up Cowperwood. Her father just did not understand. He did not know what love was.
Unquestionably he had never loved as she had. 
She stood quite silent while Butler appealed to her. 
"I'd like to, father," she said at last and softly, tenderly. "Really I would. I do love you. Yes, I do. I
want to please you; but I can't in this--I can't! I love Frank Cowperwood. You don't
understand--really you don't!"
At the repetition of Cowperwood's name Butler's mouth hardened. He could see that she was
infatuated--that his carefully calculated plea had failed. So he must think of some other way. 
"Very well, then," he said at last and sadly, oh, so sadly, as Aileen turned away. "Have it yer
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