her.  Divorce, as Butler knew, was against the rules of the Catholic Church, which he so much revered.  The laws of God and any sense of decency commanded that Cowperwood should not desert his wife and children and take up with another woman—­not even Aileen, in order to save her.  It was a criminal thing to plan, sociologically speaking, and showed what a villain Cowperwood inherently was; but, nevertheless, Cowperwood was not a Catholic, his views of life were not the same as his own, Butler’s, and besides and worst of all (no doubt due in part to Aileen’s own temperament), he had compromised her situation very materially.  She might not easily be restored to a sense of of the normal and decent, and so the matter was worth taking into thought.  Butler knew that ultimately he could not countenance any such thing—­certainly not, and keep his faith with the Church—­but he was human enough none the less to consider it.  Besides, he wanted Aileen to come back; and Aileen from now on, he knew, would have some say as to what her future should be.

“Well, it’s simple enough,” replied Cowperwood.  “I should like to have you withdraw your opposition to Aileen’s remaining in Philadelphia, for one thing; and for another, I should like you to stop your attacks on me.”  Cowperwood smiled in an ingratiating way.  He hoped really to placate Butler in part by his generous attitude throughout this procedure.  “I can’t make you do that, of course, unless you want to.  I merely bring it up, Mr. Butler, because I am sure that if it hadn’t been for Aileen you would not have taken the course you have taken toward me.  I understood you received an anonymous letter, and that afternoon you called your loan with me.  Since then I have heard from one source and another that you were strongly against me, and I merely wish to say that I wish you wouldn’t be.  I am not guilty of embezzling any sixty thousand dollars, and you know it.  My intentions were of the best.  I did not think I was going to fail at the time I used those certificates, and if it hadn’t been for several other loans that were called I would have gone on to the end of the month and put them back in time, as I always had.  I have always valued your friendship very highly, and I am very sorry to lose it.  Now I have said all I am going to say.”

Butler looked at Cowperwood with shrewd, calculating eyes.  The man had some merit, but much unconscionable evil in him.  Butler knew very well how he had taken the check, and a good many other things in connection with it.  The manner in which he had played his cards to-night was on a par with the way he had run to him on the night of the fire.  He was just shrewd and calculating and heartless.

“I’ll make ye no promise,” he said.  “Tell me where my daughter is, and I’ll think the matter over.  Ye have no claim on me now, and I owe ye no good turn.  But I’ll think it over, anyhow.”

“That’s quite all right,” replied Cowperwood.  “That’s all I can expect.  But what about Aileen?  Do you expect her to leave Philadelphia?”