She was satisfied that she had broken up the liaison with Rita Sohlberg, anyway for the present, and as for Antoinette Nowak, she would attend to her later.
Her brain and her heart ached.

She was so full of woe and rage, alternating, that she could not cry any more now.

She stood before her mirror trying with trembling fingers to do over her toilet and adjust a street-costume.

Cowperwood was disturbed, nonplussed at this unexpected sight.
"Aileen," he said, finally, coming up behind her, "can't you and I talk this thing over peacefully now?
You don't want to do anything that you'll be sorry for.

I don't want you to.