the titan-第18章
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use。 Mrs。 Webster Israels's mouth was of such a peculiar shape that Aileen was always reminded of a fish； but she was not utterly homely； and to…day she looked brisk and attractive。 Mrs。 Bradford Canda； whose old rose and silver…gray dress made up in part for an amazing angularity； but who was charming withal； was the soul of interest； for she believed this to be a very significant affair。 Mrs。 Walter Rysam Cotton； a younger woman than either of the others； had the polish of Vassar life about her； and was 〃above〃 many things。 Somehow she half suspected the Cowperwoods might not do； but they were making strides； and might possibly surpass all other aspirants。 It behooved her to be pleasant。
Life passes from individuality and separateness at times to a sort of Monticelliesque mood of color； where individuality is nothing； the glittering totality all。 The new house； with its charming French windows on the ground floor； its heavy bands of stone flowers and deep…sunk florated door； was soon crowded with a moving； colorful flow of people。
Many whom Aileen and Cowperwood did not know at all had been invited by McKibben and Lord； they came； and were now introduced。 The adjacent side streets and the open space in front of the house were crowded with champing horses and smartly veneered carriages。 All with whom the Cowperwoods had been the least intimate came early； and； finding the scene colorful and interesting； they remained for some time。 The caterer； Kinsley； had supplied a small army of trained servants who were posted like soldiers； and carefully supervised by the Cowperwood butler。 The new dining…room； rich with a Pompeian scheme of color； was aglow with a wealth of glass and an artistic arrangement of delicacies。 The afternoon costumes of the women； ranging through autumnal grays； purples； browns； and greens； blended effectively with the brown…tinted walls of the entry…hall； the deep gray and gold of the general living…room； the old…Roman red of the dining…room； the white…and…gold of the music…room； and the neutral sepia of the art…gallery。
Aileen； backed by the courageous presence of Cowperwood； who； in the dining…room； the library； and the art…gallery； was holding a private levee of men； stood up in her vain beauty； a thing to seealmost to weep over； embodying the vanity of all seeming things； the mockery of having and yet not having。 This parading throng that was more curious than interested； more jealous than sympathetic； more critical than kind； was coming almost solely to observe。
〃Do you know； Mrs。 Cowperwood；〃 Mrs。 Simms remarked； lightly； 〃your house reminds me of an art exhibit to…day。 I hardly know why。〃
Aileen； who caught the implied slur； had no clever words wherewith to reply。 She was not gifted in that way； but she flared with resentment。
〃Do you think so？〃 she replied； caustically。
Mrs。 Simms； not all dissatisfied with the effect she had produced； passed on with a gay air； attended by a young artist who followed amorously in her train。
Aileen saw from this and other things like it how little she was really 〃in。〃 The exclusive set did not take either her or Cowperwood seriously as yet。 She almost hated the comparatively dull Mrs。 Israels； who had been standing beside her at the time； and who had heard the remark； and yet Mrs。 Israels was much better than nothing。 Mrs。 Simms had condescended a mild 〃how'd do〃 to the latter。
It was in vain that the Addisons； Sledds； Kingslands； Hoecksemas； and others made their appearance； Aileen was not reassured。 However； after dinner the younger set； influenced by McKibben； came to dance； and Aileen was at her best in spite of her doubts。 She was gay； bold； attractive。 Kent McKibben； a past master in the mazes and mysteries of the grand march； had the pleasure of leading her in that airy； fairy procession； followed by Cowperwood； who gave his arm to Mrs。 Simms。 Aileen； in white satin with a touch of silver here and there and necklet； bracelet； ear…rings； and hair…ornament of diamonds； glittered in almost an exotic way。 She was positively radiant。 McKibben； almost smitten； was most attentive。
〃This is such a pleasure；〃 he whispered； intimately。 〃You are very beautifula dream！〃
〃You would find me a very substantial one；〃 returned Aileen。 〃Would that I might find；〃 he laughed； gaily； and Aileen； gathering the hidden significance； showed her teeth teasingly。 Mrs。 Simms； engrossed by Cowperwood； could not hear as she would have liked。
After the march Aileen； surrounded by a half…dozen of gay； rudely thoughtless young bloods； escorted them all to see her portrait。 The conservative commented on the flow of wine； the intensely nude Gerome at one end of the gallery； and the sparkling portrait of Aileen at the other； the enthusiasm of some of the young men for her company。 Mrs。 Rambaud； pleasant and kindly； remarked to her husband that Aileen was 〃very eager for life；〃 she thought。 Mrs。 Addison； astonished at the material flare of the Cowperwoods； quite transcending in glitter if not in size and solidity anything she and Addison had ever achieved； remarked to her husband that 〃he must be making money very fast。〃
〃The man's a born financier； Ella；〃 Addison explained； sententiously。 〃He's a manipulator； and he's sure to make money。 Whether they can get into society I don't know。 He could if he were alone； that's sure。 She's beautiful； but he needs another kind of woman； I'm afraid。 She's almost too good…looking。〃
〃That's what I think； too。 I like her； but I'm afraid she's not going to play her cards right。 It's too bad； too。〃
Just then Aileen came by； a smiling youth on either side； her own face glowing with a warmth of joy engendered by much flattery。 The ball…room； which was composed of the music and drawing rooms thrown into one； was now the objective。 It glittered before her with a moving throng； the air was full of the odor of flowers； and the sound of music and voices。
〃Mrs。 Cowperwood；〃 observed Bradford Canda to Horton Biggers； the society editor； 〃is one of the prettiest women I have seen in a long time。 She's almost too pretty。〃
〃How do you think she's taking？〃 queried the cautious Biggers。 〃Charming； but she's hardly cold enough； I'm afraid； hardly clever enough。 It takes a more serious type。 She's a little too high…spirited。 These old women would never want to get near her； she makes them look too old。 She'd do better if she were not so young and so pretty。〃
〃That's what I think exactly；〃 said Biggers。 As a matter of fact； he did not think so at all； he had no power of drawing any such accurate conclusions。 But he believed it now； because Bradford Canda had said it。
Chapter XI
The Fruits of Daring
Next morning； over the breakfast cups at the Norrie Simmses' and elsewhere； the import of the Cowperwoods' social efforts was discussed and the problem of their eventual acceptance or non…acceptance carefully weighed。
〃The trouble with Mrs。 Cowperwood；〃 observed Mrs。 Simms； 〃is that she is too gauche。 The whole thing was much too showy。 The idea of her portrait at one end of the gallery and that Gerome at the other！ And then this item in the Press this morning！ Why； you'd really think they were in society。〃 Mrs。 Simms was already a little angry at having let herself be used； as she now fancied she had been； by Taylor Lord and Kent McKibben； both friends of hers。
What did you think of the crowd？〃 asked Norrie； buttering a roll。
〃Why； it wasn't representative at all； of course。 We were the most important people they had there； and I'm sorry now that we went。 Who are the Israelses and the Hoecksemas； anyhow？ That dreadful woman！〃 （She was referring to Mrs。 Hoecksema。） 〃I never listened to duller remarks in my life。〃
〃I was talking to Haguenin of the Press in the afternoon；〃 observed Norrie。 〃He says that Cowperwood failed in Philadelphia before he came here； and that there were a lot of lawsuits。 Did you ever hear that？〃
〃No。 But she says she knows the Drakes and the Walkers there。 I've been intending to ask Nellie about that。 I have often wondered why he should leave Philadelphia if he was getting along so well。 People don't usually do that。〃
Simms was envious
