the titan-第123章
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o state her name in such quarters; she was greeted by a slight start of recognition; a swift glance of examination; whispers; even open comment。 That was something。 Yet how much more; and how different were those rarefied reaches of social supremacy to which popular repute bears scarcely any relationship at all。 How different; indeed? From what Cowperwood had said in Chicago she had fancied that when they took up their formal abode in New York he would make an attempt to straighten out his life somewhat; to modify the number of his indifferent amours and to present an illusion of solidarity and unity。 Yet; now that they had actually arrived; she noticed that he was more concerned with his heightened political and financial complications in Illinois and with his art…collection than he was with what might happen to be going on in the new home or what could be made to happen there。 As in the days of old; she was constantly puzzled by his persistent evenings out and his sudden appearances and disappearances。 Yet; determine as she might; rage secretly or openly as she would; she could not cure herself of the infection of Cowperwood; the lure that surrounded and substantiated a mind and spirit far greater than any other she had ever known。 Neither honor; virtue; consistent charity; nor sympathy was there; but only a gay; foamy; unterrified sufficiency and a creative; constructive sense of beauty that; like sunlit spray; glowing with all the irradiative glories of the morning; danced and fled; spun driftwise over a heavy sea of circumstance。 Life; however dark and somber; could never apparently cloud his soul。 Brooding and idling in the wonder palace of his construction; Aileen could see what he was like。 The silver fountain in the court of orchids; the peach…like glow of the pink marble chamber; with its birds and flowers; the serried brilliance of his amazing art…collections were all like him; were really the color of his soul。 To think that after all she was not the one to bind him to subjection; to hold him by golden yet steely threads of fancy to the hem of her garment! To think that he should no longer walk; a slave of his desire; behind the chariot of her spiritual and physical superiority。 Yet she could not give up。
By this time Cowperwood had managed through infinite tact and a stoic disregard of his own aches and pains to re…establish at least a temporary working arrangement with the Carter household。 To Mrs。 Carter he was still a Heaven…sent son of light。 Actually in a mournful way she pleaded for Cowperwood; vouching for his disinterestedness and long…standing generosity。 Berenice; on the other hand; was swept between her craving for a great state for herselfluxury; powerand her desire to conform to the current ethics and morals of life。 Cowperwood was married; and because of his attitude of affection for her his money was tainted。 She had long speculated on his relation to Aileen; the basis of their differences; had often wondered why neither she nor her mother had ever been introduced。 What type of woman was the second Mrs。 Cowperwood? Beyond generalities Cowperwood had never mentioned her。 Berenice actually thought to seek her out in some inconspicuous way; but; as it chanced; one night her curiosity was rewarded without effort。 She was at the opera with friends; and her escort nudged her arm。
〃Have you noticed Box 9the lady in white satin with the green lace shawl?〃
〃Yes。〃 Berenice raised her glasses。
〃Mrs。 Frank Algernon Cowperwood; the wife of the Chicago millionaire。 They have just built that house at 68th Street。 He has part lease of number 9; I believe。〃
Berenice almost started; but retained her composure; giving merely an indifferent glance。 A little while after; she adjusted her glasses carefully and studied Mrs。 Cowperwood。 She noted curiously that Aileen's hair was somewhat the color of her ownmore carroty red。 She studied her eyes; which were slightly ringed; her smooth cheeks and full mouth; thickened somewhat by drinking and dissipation。 Aileen was good…looking; she thoughthandsome in a material way; though so much older than herself。 Was it merely age that was alienating Cowperwood; or was it some deep…seated intellectual difference? Obviously Mrs。 Cowperwood was well over fortya fact which did not give Berenice any sense of satisfaction or of advantage。 She really did not care enough。 It did occur to her; however; that this woman whom she was observing had probably given the best years of her life to Cowperwoodthe brilliant years of her girlhood。 And now he was tired of her! There were small carefully powdered lines at the tails of Aileen's eyes and at the corners of her mouth。 At the same time she seemed preternaturally gay; kittenish; spoiled。 With her were two menone a well…known actor; sinisterly handsome; a man with a brutal; unclean reputation; the other a young social pretenderboth unknown to Berenice。 Her knowledge was to come from her escort; a loquacious youth; more or less versed; as it happened; in the gay life of the city。
〃I hear that she is creating quite a stir in Bohemia;〃 he observed。 〃If she expects to enter society it's a poor way to begin; don't you think?〃
〃Do you know that she expects to?〃
〃All the usual signs are outa box here; a house on Fifth Avenue。〃
This study of Aileen puzzled and disturbed Berenice a little。 Nevertheless; she felt immensely superior。 Her soul seemed to soar over the plain Aileen inhabited。 The type of the latter's escorts suggested errora lack of social discrimination。 Because of the high position he had succeeded in achieving Cowperwood was entitled; no doubt; to be dissatisfied。 His wife had not kept pace with him; or; rather; had not eluded him in his onward flight had not run swiftly before; like a winged victory。 Berenice reflected that if she were dealing with such a man he should never know her trulyhe should be made to wonder and to doubt。 Lines of care and disappointment should never mar her face。 She would scheme and dream and conceal and evade。 He should dance attendance; whoever he was。
Nevertheless; here she herself was; at twenty…two; unmarried; her background insecure; the very ground on which she walked treacherous。 Braxmar knew; and Beales Chadsey; and Cowperwood。 At least three or four of her acquaintances must have been at the Waldorf on that fatal night。 How long would it be before others became aware? She tried eluding her mother; Cowperwood; and the situation generally by freely accepting more extended invitations and by trying to see whether there was not some opening for her in the field of art。 She thought of painting and essayed several canvases which she took to dealers。 The work was subtle; remote; fancifula snow scene with purple edges; a thinking satyr; iron…like in his heaviness; brooding over a cloudy valley; a lurking devil peering at a praying Marguerite; a Dutch interior inspired by Mrs。 Batjer; and various dancing figures。 Phlegmatic dealers of somber mien admitted some promise; but pointed out the difficulty of sales。 Beginners were numerous。 Art was long。 If she went on; of course。 。 。 。 Let them see other things。 She turned her thoughts to dancing。
This art in its interpretative sense was just being introduced into America; a certain Althea Baker having created a good deal of stir in society by this means。 With the idea of duplicating or surpassing the success of this woman Berenice conceived a dance series of her own。 One was to be 〃The Terror〃a nymph dancing in the spring woods; but eventually pursued and terrorized by a faun; another;〃The Peacock;〃 a fantasy illustrative of proud self…adulation; another; 〃The Vestal;〃 a study from Roman choric worship。 After spending considerable time at Pocono evolving costumes; poses; and the like; Berenice finally hinted at the plan to Mrs。 Batjer; declaring that she would enjoy the artistic outlet it would afford; and indicating at the same time that it might provide the necessary solution of a problem of ways and means。
〃Why; Bevy; how you talk!〃 commented Mrs。 Batjer。 〃And with your possibilities。 Why don't you marry first; and do your dancing afterward? You might compel a certain amount of attenti