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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 sought--although Aileen was and had been well worth
seeking--and 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 his--apparently 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 anyhow--that 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 part--as 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 family--his mother and father, his brother, his
wife, and his sister--Cowperwood 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 himself--court 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 done--his 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 domicile--merely 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
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