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rhapsand dismiss her with contempt。 In an elder day； if they had lived in Turkey； he would have had her strangled； sewn in a sack； and thrown into the Bosporus。 As it was； he could only dismiss her。 He smiled and smiled； smoothing her hand。 〃Have a good time；〃 he called； as she left。 Later； at his own homeit was nearly midnightMr。 Kennedy called him up。
〃Mr。 Cowperwood？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You know the studio in the New Arts Building？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃It is occupied now。〃
Cowperwood called a servant to bring him his runabout。 He had had a down…town locksmith make a round keystem with a bored clutch at the end of ita hollow which would fit over the end of such a key as he had to the studio and turn it easily from the outside。 He felt in his pocket for it； jumped in his runabout； and hurried away。 When he reached the New Arts Building he found Kennedy in the hall and dismissed him。 〃Thanks；〃 he observed； brusquely。 〃I will take care of this。〃
He hurried up the stairs； avoiding the elevator； to the vacant room opposite； and thence reconnoitered the studio door。 It was as Kennedy had reported。 Stephanie was there； and with Gurney。 The pale poet had been brought there to furnish her an evening of delight。 Because of the stillness of the building at this hour he could hear their muffled voices speaking alternately； and once Stephanie singing the refrain of a song。 He was angry and yet grateful that she had； in her genial way； taken the trouble to call and assure him that she was going to a summer lawn…party and dance。 He smiled grimly； sarcastically； as he thought of her surprise。 Softly he extracted the clutch…key and inserted it； covering the end of the key on the inside and turning it。 It gave solidly without sound。 He next tried the knob and turned it； feeling the door spring slightly as he did so。 Then inaudibly； because of a gurgled laugh with which he was thoroughly familiar； he opened it and stepped in。
At his rough； firm cough they sprang upGurney to a hiding position behind a curtain； Stephanie to one of concealment behind draperies on the couch。 She could not speak； and could scarcely believe that her eyes did not deceive her。 Gurney； masculine and defiant； but by no means well composed； demanded： 〃Who are you？ What do you want here？〃 Cowperwood replied very simply and smilingly： 〃Not very much。 Perhaps Miss Platow there will tell you。〃 He nodded in her direction。
Stephanie； fixed by his cold； examining eye； shrank nervously； ignoring Gurney entirely。 The latter perceived on the instant that he had a previous liaison to deal withan angry and outraged loverand he was not prepared to act either wisely or well。
〃Mr。 Gurney；〃 said Cowperwood； complacently； after staring at Stephanie grimly and scorching her with his scorn； 〃I have no concern with you； and do not propose to do anything to disturb you or Miss Platow after a very few moments。 I am not here without reason。 This young woman has been steadily deceiving me。 She has lied to me frequently； and pretended an innocence which I did not believe。 To…night she told me she was to be at a lawn…party on the West Side。 She has been my mistress for months。 I have given her money； jewelry； whatever she wanted。 Those jade ear…rings； by the way； are one of my gifts。〃 He nodded cheerfully in Stephanie's direction。 〃I have come here simply to prove to her that she cannot lie to me any more。 Heretofore； every time I have accused her of things like this she has cried and lied。 I do not know how much you know of her； or how fond you are of her。 I merely wish her； not you； to know〃and he turned and stared at Stephanie〃that the day of her lying to me is over。
During this very peculiar harangue Stephanie； who； nervous； fearful； fixed； and yet beautiful； remained curled up in the corner of the suggestive oriental divan； had been gazing at Cowperwood in a way which plainly attested； trifle as she might with others； that she was nevertheless fond of himintensely so。 His strong； solid figure； confronting her so ruthlessly； gripped her imagination； of which she had a world。 She had managed to conceal her body in part； but her brown arms and shoulders； her bosom； trim knees； and feet were exposed in part。 Her black hair and naive face were now heavy； distressed； sad。 She was frightened really； for Cowperwood at bottom had always overawed hera strange； terrible； fascinating man。 Now she sat and looked； seeking still to lure him by the pathetic cast of her face and soul； while Cowperwood； scornful of her； and almost openly contemptuous of her lover； and his possible opposition； merely stood smiling before them。 It came over her very swiftly now just what it was she was losinga grim； wonderful man。 Beside him Gurney； the pale poet； was rather thina mere breath of romance。 She wanted to say something； to make a plea； but it was so plain Cowperwood would have none of it； and； besides； here was Gurney。 Her throat clogged； her eyes filled； even here； and a mystical bog…fire state of emotion succeeded the primary one of opposition。 Cowperwood knew the look well。 It gave him the only sense of triumph he had。
〃Stephanie；〃 he remarked； 〃I have just one word to say to you now。 We will not meet any more； of course。 You are a good actress。 Stick to your profession。 You may shine in it if you do not merge it too completely with your loves。 As for being a free lover； it isn't incompatible with what you are； perhaps； but it isn't socially advisable for you。 Good night。〃
He turned and walked quickly out。
〃Oh； Frank；〃 called Stephanie； in a strange； magnetized； despairing way； even in the face of her astonished lover。 Gurney stared with his mouth open。
Cowperwood paid no heed。 Out he went through the dark hall and down the stairs。 For once the lure of a beautiful； enigmatic； immoral； and promiscuous womanpoison flower though she waswas haunting him。 〃D her！〃 he exclaimed。 〃D the little beast； anyhow！ The ！ The ！〃 He used terms so hard； so vile； so sad； all because he knew for once what it was to love and loseto want ardently in his way and not to havenow or ever after。 He was determined that his path and that of Stephanie Platow should never be allowed to cross again。
Chapter XXIX
A Family Quarrel
It chanced that shortly before this liaison was broken off； some troubling information was quite innocently conveyed to Aileen by Stephanie Platow's own mother。 One day Mrs。 Platow； in calling on Mrs。 Cowperwood； commented on the fact that Stephanie was gradually improving in her art； that the Garrick Players had experienced a great deal of trouble； and that Stephanie was shortly to appear in a new rolesomething Chinese。
〃That was such a charming set of jade you gave her；〃 she volunteered； genially。 〃I only saw it the other day for the first time。 She never told me about it before。 She prizes it so very highly； that I feel as though I ought to thank you myself。〃
Aileen opened her eyes。 〃Jade！〃 she observed； curiously。 〃Why； I don't remember。〃 Recalling Cowperwood's proclivities on the instant； she was suspicious； distraught。 Her face showed her perplexity。
〃Why； yes；〃 replied Mrs。 Platow； Aileen's show of surprise troubling her。 〃The ear…rings and necklet； you know。 She said you gave them to her。〃
〃To be sure；〃 answered Aileen； catching herself as by a hair。 〃I do recall it now。 But it was Frank who really gave them。 I hope she likes them。〃
She smiled sweetly。
〃She thinks they're beautiful； and they do become her；〃 continued Mrs。 Platow； pleasantly； understanding it all； as she fancied。 The truth was that Stephanie； having forgotten； had left her make…up box open one day at home； and her mother； rummaging in her room for something； had discovered them and genially confronted her with them； for she knew the value of jade。 Nonplussed for the moment； Stephanie had lost her mental； though not her outward； composure and referred them back casually to an evening at the Cowperwood home when Aileen had been present and the gauds had been genially forced upon her。
Unfortunately for Aileen； the matter was not to be allowed to rest just so； for going one afternoon to a reception given by Rhees Crier； a young sculptor of social proclivities； who had been introduced to her by Taylor Lord； she was given a taste of what it means to be a neglected wife from a public point of view。 As she entered on this occasion she happened to overhear two women talking in a corner behind a screen erected to conceal wraps。 〃Oh； here comes Mrs。 Cowperwood；〃 said one。 〃She's the street…railway magnate's wife。 Last winter and spring he was running with that Platow girlof the Garrick Players； you know。〃
The other nodded； studying Aileen's splendiferous greenvelvet gown with envy。
〃I wonder if she's faithful to him？〃 she queried； while Aileen strained to hear。 〃She looks daring enough。〃
Aileen managed to catch a glimpse of her observers later； when they were not looking； and her face showed her mingled resentment and feeling； but it did no good。 The wretched gossipers had wounded her in the keenest way。 She was hurt； angry； nonplussed。 To think that Cowperwood by his variability should expose her to such gossip as this