She had an awful fight with some woman here onct, so I hear, some woman that he was runnin' with and bringin' here to the house.

I hear it's somethin' terrible the way she beat her up--screamin' and carryin' on.

Oh, they're the divil, these men, when it comes to the wimmin." A slight rustling sound from somewhere sent the two gossipers on their several ways, but Aileen had heard enough to understand.

What was she to do?
How was she to learn more of these new women, of whom she had never heard at all?
She at once suspected Florence Cochrane, for she knew that this servant had worked in the Cochrane family.

And then Cecily Haguenin, the daughter of the editor with whom they were on the friendliest terms! Cowperwood kissing her! Was there no end to his liaisons--his infidelity?
She returned, fretting and grieving, to her room, where she meditated and meditated, wondering whether she should leave him, wondering whether she should reproach him openly, wondering whether she should employ more detectives.