CHAPTER XXXVII.
Aileen's Revenge The interesting Polk Lynde, rising one morning, decided that his affair with Aileen, sympathetic as it was, must culminate in the one fashion satisfactory to him here and now--this day, if possible, or the next.
Since the luncheon some considerable time had elapsed, and although he had tried to seek her out in various ways, Aileen, owing to a certain feeling that she must think and not jeopardize her future, had evaded him.

She realized well enough that she was at the turning of the balance, now that opportunity was knocking so loudly at her door, and she was exceedingly coy and distrait.

In spite of herself the old grip of Cowperwood was over her--the conviction that he was such a tremendous figure in the world--and this made her strangely disturbed, nebulous, and meditative.

Another type of woman, having troubled as much as she had done, would have made short work of it, particularly since the details in regard to Mrs.Hand had been added.

Not so Aileen.