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〃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 attention that way。〃
〃Because of hubby？ How droll！ Whom would you suggest that I marry at once？〃
〃Oh； when it comes to that〃 replied Mrs。 Batjer； with a slight reproachful lift in her voice； and thinking of Kilmer Duelma。 〃But surely your need isn't so pressing。 If you were to take up professional dancing I might have to cut you afterwardparticularly if any one else did。〃
She smiled the sweetest； most sensible smile。 Mrs。 Batjer accompanied her suggestions nearly always with a slight sniff and cough。 Berenice could see that the mere fact of this conversation made a slight difference。 In Mrs。 Batjer's world poverty was a dangerous topic。 The mere odor of it suggested a kind of horrorperhaps the equivalent of error or sin。 Others； Berenice now suspected； would take affright even more swiftly。
Subsequent to this； however； she made one slight investigation of those realms that govern professional theatrical engagements。 It was a most disturbing experience。 The mere color and odor of the stuffy offices； the gauche； material attendants； the impossible aspirants and participants in this make…believe world！ The crudeness！ The effrontery！ The materiality！ The sensuality！ It came to her as a sickening breath and for the moment frightened her。 What would become of refinement there？ What of delicacy？ How could one rise and sustain an individual dignity and control in such a world as this？
Cowperwood was now suggesting as a binding link that he should buy a home for them in Park Avenue； where such social functions as would be of advantage to Berenice and in some measure to himself as an occasional guest might be indulged in。 Mrs。 Carter； a fool of comfort； was pleased to welcome this idea。 It promised to give her absolute financial security for the future。
〃I know how it is with you； Frank；〃 she declared。 〃I know you need some place that you can call a home。 The whole difficulty will be with Bevy。 Ever since that miserable puppy made those charges against me I haven't been able to talk to her at all。 She doesn't seem to want to do anything I suggest。 You have much more influence with her than I have。 If you explain； it may be all right。〃
Instantly Cowperwood saw an opportunity。 Intensely pleased with this confession of weakness on the part of the mother； he went to Berenice； but by his usual method of indirect direction。
〃You know； Bevy；〃 he said； one afternoon when he found her alone； 〃I have been wondering if it wouldn't be better if I bought a large house for you and your mother here in New York； where you and she could do entertaining on a large scale。 Since I can't spend my money on myself； I might as well spend it on some one who would make an interesting use of it。 You might include me as an uncle or father's cousin or something of that sort；〃 he added； lightly。
Berenice； who saw quite clearly the trap he was setting for her； was nonplussed。 At the same time she could not help seeing that a house； if it were beautifully furnished； would be an interesting asset。 People in society loved fixed； notable dwellings； she had observed that。 What functions could not be held if only her mother's past were not charged against her！ That was the great difficulty。 It was almost an Arabian situation； heightened by the glitter of gold。 And Cowperwood was always so diplomatic。 He came forward with such a bland； engaging smile。 His hands were so shapely and seeking。
〃A house such as you speak of would enlarge the debt beyond payment； I presume；〃 she remarked； sardonically and with a sad； almost contemptuous gesture。 Cowperwood realized how her piercing intellect was following his shifty trail； and winced。 She must see that her fate was in his hands； but oh！ if she would only surrender； how swiftly every dollar of his vast fortune should be piled humbly at her feet。 She should have her heart's desire； if money would buy it。 She could say to him go； and he would go； come； and he would come。
〃Berenice；〃 he said； getting up； 〃I know what you think。 You fancy I am trying to further my own interests in this way； but I'm not。 I wouldn't compromise you ultimately for all the wealth of India。 I have told you where I stand。 Every dollar that I have is yours to do with as you choose on any basis that you may care to name。 I have no future outside of you； none except art。 I do not expect you to marry me。 Take all that I have。 Wipe society under your feet。 Don't think that I will ever charge it up as a debt。 I won't。 I want you to hold your own。 Just answer me one question； I won't ever ask another。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃If I were single now； and you were not in love or married； would you consider me at all？〃
His eyes pleaded as never had they pleaded before。
She started； looked concerned； severe； then relaxed as suddenly。 〃Let me see；〃 she said； with a slight brightening of the eyes and a toss of her head。 〃That is a second cousin to a proposal； isn't it？ You have no right to make it。 You aren't single； and aren't likely to be。 Why should I try to read the future？〃
She walked indifferently out of the room； and Cowperwood stayed a moment to think。 Obviously he had triumphed in a way。 She had not taken great offense。 She must like him and would marry him if only。。。
Only Aileen。
And now he wished more definitely and forcefully than ever that he were really and truly free。 He felt that if ever he wished to attain Berenice he must persuade Aileen to divorce him。
Chapter LVII
Aileen's Last Card
It was not until some little time after they were established in the new house that Aileen first came upon any evidence of the existence of Berenice Fleming。 In a general way she assumed that there were womenpossibly some of whom she had knownStephanie； Mrs。 Hand； Florence Cochrane； or later arrivalsyet so long as they were not obtruded on her she permitted herself the semi…comforting thought that things were not as bad as they might be。 So long； indeed； as Cowperwood was genuinely promiscuous； so long as he trotted here and there； not snared by any particu