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"
Load
her
with
daisy
chains
and
transport
her
to
Cytherea
,
"
commented
Cowperwood
,
who
had
once
visited
this
romantic
isle
,
and
therefore
knew
its
significance
.
Berenice
paused
.
"
What
a
pretty
speech
that
is
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
I
have
a
notion
to
give
you
a
special
flower
for
that
.
I
will
,
too
.
"
She
presented
him
with
a
rose
.
For
a
girl
who
had
slipped
in
shy
and
still
,
Cowperwood
commented
,
her
mood
had
certainly
changed
.
Still
,
this
was
the
privilege
of
the
born
actress
,
to
change
.
And
as
he
viewed
Berenice
Fleming
now
he
felt
her
to
be
such
--
a
born
actress
,
lissome
,
subtle
,
wise
,
indifferent
,
superior
,
taking
the
world
as
she
found
it
and
expecting
it
to
obey
--
to
sit
up
like
a
pet
dog
and
be
told
to
beg
.
What
a
charming
character
!
What
a
pity
it
should
not
be
allowed
to
bloom
undisturbed
in
its
make-believe
garden
!
What
a
pity
,
indeed
!
It
was
some
time
after
this
first
encounter
before
Cowperwood
saw
Berenice
again
,
and
then
only
for
a
few
days
in
that
region
of
the
Pocono
Mountains
where
Mrs.
Carter
had
her
summer
home
.
It
was
an
idyllic
spot
on
a
mountainside
,
some
three
miles
from
Stroudsburg
,
among
a
peculiar
juxtaposition
of
hills
which
,
from
the
comfortable
recesses
of
a
front
veranda
,
had
the
appearance
,
as
Mrs.
Carter
was
fond
of
explaining
,
of
elephants
and
camels
parading
in
the
distance
.
The
humps
of
the
hills
--
some
of
them
as
high
as
eighteen
hundred
feet
--
rose
stately
and
green
.
Below
,
quite
visible
for
a
mile
or
more
,
moved
the
dusty
,
white
road
descending
to
Stroudsburg
.
Out
of
her
Louisville
earnings
Mrs.
Carter
had
managed
to
employ
,
for
the
several
summer
seasons
she
had
been
here
,
a
gardener
,
who
kept
the
sloping
front
lawn
in
seasonable
flowers
.
There
was
a
trig
two-wheeled
trap
with
a
smart
horse
and
harness
,
and
both
Rolfe
and
Berenice
were
possessed
of
the
latest
novelty
of
the
day
--
low-wheeled
bicycles
,
which
had
just
then
superseded
the
old
,
high-wheel
variety
.
For
Berenice
,
also
,
was
a
music-rack
full
of
classic
music
and
song
collections
,
a
piano
,
a
shelf
of
favorite
books
,
painting-materials
,
various
athletic
implements
,
and
several
types
of
Greek
dancing-tunics
which
she
had
designed
herself
,
including
sandals
and
fillet
for
her
hair
.
She
was
an
idle
,
reflective
,
erotic
person
dreaming
strange
dreams
of
a
near
and
yet
far-off
social
supremacy
,
at
other
times
busying
herself
with
such
social
opportunities
as
came
to
her
.
A
more
safely
calculating
and
yet
wilful
girl
than
Berenice
Fleming
would
have
been
hard
to
find
.
By
some
trick
of
mental
adjustment
she
had
gained
a
clear
prevision
of
how
necessary
it
was
to
select
the
right
socially
,
and
to
conceal
her
true
motives
and
feelings
;
and
yet
she
was
by
no
means
a
snob
,
mentally
,
nor
utterly
calculating
.
Certain
things
in
her
own
and
in
her
mother
's
life
troubled
her
--
quarrels
in
her
early
days
,
from
her
seventh
to
her
eleventh
year
,
between
her
mother
and
her
stepfather
,
Mr.
Carter
;
the
latter
's
drunkenness
verging
upon
delirium
tremens
at
times
;
movings
from
one
place
to
another
--
all
sorts
of
sordid
and
depressing
happenings
.
Berenice
had
been
an
impressionable
child
.
Some
things
had
gripped
her
memory
mightily
--
once
,
for
instance
,
when
she
had
seen
her
stepfather
,
in
the
presence
of
her
governess
,
kick
a
table
over
,
and
,
seizing
the
toppling
lamp
with
demoniac
skill
,
hurl
it
through
a
window
.
She
,
herself
,
had
been
tossed
by
him
in
one
of
these
tantrums
,
when
,
in
answer
to
the
cries
of
terror
of
those
about
her
,
he
had
shouted
:
"
Let
her
fall
!
It
wo
n't
hurt
the
little
devil
to
break
a
few
bones
.
"
This
was
her
keenest
memory
of
her
stepfather
,
and
it
rather
softened
her
judgment
of
her
mother
,
made
her
sympathetic
with
her
when
she
was
inclined
to
be
critical
.
Of
her
own
father
she
only
knew
that
he
had
divorced
her
mother
--
why
,
she
could
not
say
.
She
liked
her
mother
on
many
counts
,
though
she
could
not
feel
that
she
actually
loved
her
--
Mrs.
Carter
was
too
fatuous
at
times
,
and
at
other
times
too
restrained
.
This
house
at
Pocono
,
or
Forest
Edge
,
as
Mrs.
Carter
had
named
it
,
was
conducted
after
a
peculiar
fashion
.
From
June
to
October
only
it
was
open
,
Mrs.
Carter
,
in
the
past
,
having
returned
to
Louisville
at
that
time
,
while
Berenice
and
Rolfe
went
back
to
their
respective
schools
.
Rolfe
was
a
cheerful
,
pleasant-mannered
youth
,
well
bred
,
genial
,
and
courteous
,
but
not
very
brilliant
intellectually
.
Cowperwood
's
judgment
of
him
the
first
time
he
saw
him
was
that
under
ordinary
circumstances
he
would
make
a
good
confidential
clerk
,
possibly
in
a
bank
.
Berenice
,
on
the
other
hand
,
the
child
of
the
first
husband
,
was
a
creature
of
an
exotic
mind
and
an
opalescent
heart
.
After
his
first
contact
with
her
in
the
reception-room
of
the
Brewster
School
Cowperwood
was
deeply
conscious
of
the
import
of
this
budding
character
.
He
was
by
now
so
familiar
with
types
and
kinds
of
women
that
an
exceptional
type
--
quite
like
an
exceptional
horse
to
a
judge
of
horse-flesh
--
stood
out
in
his
mind
with
singular
vividness
.
Quite
as
in
some
great
racing-stable
an
ambitious
horseman
might
imagine
that
he
detected
in
some
likely
filly
the
signs
and
lineaments
of
the
future
winner
of
a
Derby
,
so
in
Berenice
Fleming
,
in
the
quiet
precincts
of
the
Brewster
School
,
Cowperwood
previsioned
the
central
figure
of
a
Newport
lawn
fete
or
a
London
drawing-room
.
Why
?
She
had
the
air
,
the
grace
,
the
lineage
,
the
blood
--
that
was
why
;
and
on
that
score
she
appealed
to
him
intensely
,
quite
as
no
other
woman
before
had
ever
done
.
It
was
on
the
lawn
of
Forest
Edge
that
Cowperwood
now
saw
Berenice
.
The
latter
had
had
the
gardener
set
up
a
tall
pole
,
to
which
was
attached
a
tennis-ball
by
a
cord
,
and
she
and
Rolfe
were
hard
at
work
on
a
game
of
tether-ball
.
Cowperwood
,
after
a
telegram
to
Mrs.
Carter
,
had
been
met
at
the
station
in
Pocono
by
her
and
rapidly
driven
out
to
the
house
.
The
green
hills
pleased
him
,
the
up-winding
,
yellow
road
,
the
silver-gray
cottage
with
the
brown-shingle
roof
in
the
distance
.
It
was
three
in
the
afternoon
,
and
bright
for
a
sinking
sun
.
"
There
they
are
now
,
"
observed
Mrs.
Carter
,
cheerful
and
smiling
,
as
they
came
out
from
under
a
low
ledge
that
skirted
the
road
a
little
way
from
the
cottage
.
Berenice
,
executing
a
tripping
,
running
step
to
one
side
,
was
striking
the
tethered
ball
with
her
racquet
.
"
They
are
hard
at
it
,
as
usual
.
Two
such
romps
!
"
She
surveyed
them
with
pleased
motherly
interest
,
which
Cowperwood
considered
did
her
much
credit
.
He
was
thinking
that
it
would
be
too
bad
if
her
hopes
for
her
children
should
not
be
realized
.
Yet
possibly
they
might
not
be
.
Life
was
very
grim
.
How
strange
,
he
thought
,
was
this
type
of
woman
--
at
once
a
sympathetic
,
affectionate
mother
and
a
panderer
to
the
vices
of
men
.
How
strange
that
she
should
have
these
children
at
all
.
Berenice
had
on
a
white
skirt
,
white
tennis-shoes
,
a
pale-cream
silk
waist
or
blouse
,
which
fitted
her
very
loosely
.
Because
of
exercise
her
color
was
high
--
quite
pink
--
and
her
dusty
,
reddish
hair
was
blowy
.
Though
they
turned
into
the
hedge
gate
and
drove
to
the
west
entrance
,
which
was
at
one
side
of
the
house
,
there
was
no
cessation
of
the
game
,
not
even
a
glance
from
Berenice
,
so
busy
was
she
.
