-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Теодор Драйзер
-
- Титан
-
- Стр. 17/332
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
A
hint
was
more
than
sufficient
for
Aileen
,
though
really
it
was
not
needed
.
On
arriving
at
Chicago
she
had
sought
and
discovered
a
French
maid
.
Although
she
had
brought
plenty
of
dresses
from
Philadelphia
,
she
had
been
having
additional
winter
costumes
prepared
by
the
best
and
most
expensive
mistress
of
the
art
in
Chicago
--
Theresa
Donovan
.
Only
the
day
before
she
had
welcomed
home
a
golden-yellow
silk
under
heavy
green
lace
,
which
,
with
her
reddish-gold
hair
and
her
white
arms
and
neck
,
seemed
to
constitute
an
unusual
harmony
.
Her
boudoir
on
the
night
of
the
dinner
presented
a
veritable
riot
of
silks
,
satins
,
laces
,
lingerie
,
hair
ornaments
,
perfumes
,
jewels
--
anything
and
everything
which
might
contribute
to
the
feminine
art
of
being
beautiful
.
Once
in
the
throes
of
a
toilet
composition
,
Aileen
invariably
became
restless
and
energetic
,
almost
fidgety
,
and
her
maid
,
Fadette
,
was
compelled
to
move
quickly
.
Fresh
from
her
bath
,
a
smooth
,
ivory
Venus
,
she
worked
quickly
through
silken
lingerie
,
stockings
and
shoes
,
to
her
hair
.
Fadette
had
an
idea
to
suggest
for
the
hair
.
Would
Madame
let
her
try
a
new
swirl
she
had
seen
?
Madame
would
--
yes
.
So
there
were
movings
of
her
mass
of
rich
glinting
tresses
this
way
and
that
.
Somehow
it
would
not
do
.
A
braided
effect
was
then
tried
,
and
instantly
discarded
;
finally
a
double
looping
,
without
braids
,
low
over
the
forehead
,
caught
back
with
two
dark-green
bands
,
crossing
like
an
X
above
the
center
of
her
forehead
and
fastened
with
a
diamond
sunburst
,
served
admirably
.
In
her
filmy
,
lacy
boudoir
costumeof
pink
silk
Aileen
stood
up
and
surveyed
herself
in
the
full-length
mirror
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
turning
her
head
this
way
and
that
.
Then
came
the
dress
from
Donovan
's
,
rustling
and
crisping
.
She
slipped
into
it
wonderingly
,
critically
,
while
Fadette
worked
at
the
back
,
the
arms
,
about
her
knees
,
doing
one
little
essential
thing
after
another
.
"
Oh
,
Madame
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Oh
,
charmant
!
Ze
hair
,
it
go
weeth
it
perfect
.
It
ees
so
full
,
so
beyutiful
here
"
--
she
pointed
to
the
hips
,
where
the
lace
formed
a
clinging
basque
.
"
Oh
,
tees
varee
,
varee
nize
.
"
Aileen
glowed
,
but
with
scarcely
a
smile
.
She
was
concerned
.
It
was
n't
so
much
her
toilet
,
which
must
be
everything
that
it
should
be
--
but
this
Mr.
Addison
,
who
was
so
rich
and
in
society
,
and
Mr.
Rambaud
,
who
was
very
powerful
,
Frank
said
,
must
like
her
.
It
was
the
necessity
to
put
her
best
foot
forward
now
that
was
really
troubling
her
.
She
must
interest
these
men
mentally
,
perhaps
,
as
well
as
physically
,
and
with
social
graces
,
and
that
was
not
so
easy
.
For
all
her
money
and
comfort
in
Philadelphia
she
had
never
been
in
society
in
its
best
aspects
,
had
never
done
social
entertaining
of
any
real
importance
.
Frank
was
the
most
important
man
who
had
ever
crossed
her
path
.
No
doubt
Mr.
Rambaud
had
a
severe
,
old-fashioned
wife
.
How
would
she
talk
to
her
?
And
Mrs.
Addison
!
She
would
know
and
see
everything
.
Aileen
almost
talked
out
loud
to
herself
in
a
consoling
way
as
she
dressed
,
so
strenuous
were
her
thoughts
;
but
she
went
on
,
adding
the
last
touches
to
her
physical
graces
.
When
she
finally
went
down-stairs
to
see
how
the
dining
and
reception
rooms
looked
,
and
Fadette
began
putting
away
the
welter
of
discarded
garments
--
she
was
a
radiant
vision
--
a
splendid
greenish-gold
figure
,
with
gorgeous
hair
,
smooth
,
soft
,
shapely
ivory
arms
,
a
splendid
neck
and
bust
,
and
a
swelling
form
.
She
felt
beautiful
,
and
yet
she
was
a
little
nervous
--
truly
.
Frank
himself
would
be
critical
.
She
went
about
looking
into
the
dining-room
,
which
,
by
the
caterer
's
art
,
had
been
transformed
into
a
kind
of
jewel-box
glowing
with
flowers
,
silver
,
gold
,
tinted
glass
,
and
the
snowy
whiteness
of
linen
.
It
reminded
her
of
an
opal
flashing
all
its
soft
fires
.
She
went
into
the
general
reception-room
,
where
was
a
grand
piano
finished
in
pink
and
gold
,
upon
which
,
with
due
thought
to
her
one
accomplishment
--
her
playing
--
she
had
arranged
the
songs
and
instrumental
pieces
she
did
best
.
Aileen
was
really
not
a
brilliant
musician
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
felt
matronly
--
as
if
now
she
were
not
a
girl
any
more
,
but
a
woman
grown
,
with
some
serious
responsibilities
,
and
yet
she
was
not
really
suited
to
the
role
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
her
thoughts
were
always
fixed
on
the
artistic
,
social
,
and
dramatic
aspects
of
life
,
with
unfortunately
a
kind
of
nebulosity
of
conception
which
permitted
no
condensation
into
anything
definite
or
concrete
.
She
could
only
be
wildly
and
feverishly
interested
.
Just
then
the
door
clicked
to
Frank
's
key
--
it
was
nearing
six
--
and
in
he
came
,
smiling
,
confident
,
a
perfect
atmosphere
of
assurance
.
"
Well
!
"
he
observed
,
surveying
her
in
the
soft
glow
of
the
reception-room
lighted
by
wall
candles
judiciously
arranged
.
"
Who
's
the
vision
floating
around
here
?
I
'm
almost
afraid
to
touch
you
.
Much
powder
on
those
arms
?
"
He
drew
her
into
his
arms
,
and
she
put
up
her
mouth
with
a
sense
of
relief
.
Obviously
,
he
must
think
that
she
looked
charming
.
