AsCharleswhirledintothecountryroadinwhichstoodhishousehesawdrawnupinfrontofitthelonggraycarinwhich，thatmorning，ChesterGriswoldhadcalledattheoffice。Cochranemittedahowlofanger。Washishomeagaintobeinvaded？Andagainwhilehewasabsent？TowhatextremewouldGriswold\'sjealousynextleadhim？
Hefelloutofhisowncarwhileitstillmoved，andleapedupthegardenwalk。Thefrontroomsofthehousewereempty，butfromhisbedroomheheard，raisedinexcitedtones，thevoiceofGriswold。Theaudacityofthemanwassosurprising，andhisowndelightatcatchinghimred-handedsosatisfying，thatnolongerwasCochranangry。TheLordhaddeliveredhisenemyintohishands！And，asheadvancedtowardhisbedroom，notonlywashecalm，but，atthethoughtofhisrevenge，distinctlyjubilant。Inthepassagewayafrightenedmaidservant，who，athisunexpectedarrival，wasnowevenmorefrightened，endeavoredtogivehimanexplanation；buthewavedherintosilence，and，stridingbeforeher，enteredhisbedroom。
Hefoundconfrontinghimatallandbeautifulyoungwoman。ItwasnottheAlineProctorheknew。Itwasnotthewell-poised，gracious，anddistinguishedbeautyhehadseenglidingamongthetablesatSherry\'sorthrowingsmilesoverthefootlights。ThisAlineProctorwasaveryindignantyoungperson，withflashingeyes，tossinghead，andastampingfoot。Extendedfromheratarm\'slength，sheheldaphotographofherselfinaheavysilverframe；and，asthoughitwereaweapon，shewasbrandishingitinthefaceofChesterGriswold。
AsCochran，inamazement，haltedinthedoorwayshewasexclaiming：
\"ItoldyouIdidn\'tknowCharlesCochran！Itellyousonow！Ifyoucan\'tbelieveme-\"