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"
If
he
is
so
unhappy
with
her
,
"
observed
Berenice
,
thoughtfully
,
"
why
does
n't
he
leave
her
?
She
can
be
happy
without
him
.
It
is
so
silly
--
this
cat-and-dog
existence
.
Still
I
suppose
she
values
the
position
he
gives
her
,
"
she
added
,
"
since
she
is
n't
so
interesting
herself
.
"
"
I
suppose
,
"
said
Mrs.
Carter
,
"
that
he
married
her
twenty
years
ago
,
when
he
was
a
very
different
man
from
what
he
is
to-day
.
She
is
not
exactly
coarse
,
but
not
clever
enough
.
She
can
not
do
what
he
would
like
to
see
done
.
I
hate
to
see
mismatings
of
this
kind
,
and
yet
they
are
so
common
.
I
do
hope
,
Bevy
,
that
when
you
marry
it
will
be
some
one
with
whom
you
can
get
along
,
though
I
do
believe
I
would
rather
see
you
unhappy
than
poor
.
"
This
was
delivered
as
an
early
breakfast
peroration
in
Central
Park
South
,
with
the
morning
sun
glittering
on
one
of
the
nearest
park
lakes
.
Bevy
,
in
spring-green
and
old-gold
,
was
studying
the
social
notes
in
one
of
the
morning
papers
.
"
I
think
I
should
prefer
to
be
unhappy
with
wealth
than
to
be
without
it
,
"
she
said
,
idly
,
without
looking
up
.
Her
mother
surveyed
her
admiringly
,
conscious
of
her
imperious
mood
.
What
was
to
become
of
her
?
Would
she
marry
well
?
Would
she
marry
in
time
?
Thus
far
no
breath
of
the
wretched
days
in
Louisville
had
affected
Berenice
.
Most
of
those
with
whom
Mrs.
Carter
had
found
herself
compelled
to
deal
would
be
kind
enough
to
keep
her
secret
.
But
there
were
others
.
How
near
she
had
been
to
drifting
on
the
rocks
when
Cowperwood
had
appeared
!
"
After
all
,
"
observed
Berenice
,
thoughtfully
,
"
Mr.
Cowperwood
is
n't
a
mere
money-grabber
,
is
he
?
So
many
of
these
Western
moneyed
men
are
so
dull
.
"
"
My
dear
,
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Carter
,
who
by
now
had
become
a
confirmed
satellite
of
her
secret
protector
,
"
you
do
n't
understand
him
at
all
.
He
is
a
very
astonishing
man
,
I
tell
you
.
The
world
is
certain
to
hear
a
lot
more
of
Frank
Cowperwood
before
he
dies
.
You
can
say
what
you
please
,
but
some
one
has
to
make
the
money
in
the
first
place
.
It
's
little
enough
that
good
breeding
does
for
you
in
poverty
.
I
know
,
because
I
've
seen
plenty
of
our
friends
come
down
.
"
In
the
new
house
,
on
a
scaffold
one
day
,
a
famous
sculptor
and
his
assistants
were
at
work
on
a
Greek
frieze
which
represented
dancing
nymphs
linked
together
by
looped
wreaths
.
Berenice
and
her
mother
happened
to
be
passing
.
They
stopped
to
look
,
and
Cowperwood
joined
them
.
He
waved
his
hand
at
the
figures
of
the
frieze
,
and
said
to
Berenice
,
with
his
old
,
gay
air
,
"
If
they
had
copied
you
they
would
have
done
better
"
"
How
charming
of
you
!
"
she
replied
,
with
her
cool
,
strange
,
blue
eyes
fixed
on
him
.
"
They
are
beautiful
.
"
In
spite
of
her
earlier
prejudices
she
knew
now
that
he
and
she
had
one
god
in
common
--
Art
;
and
that
his
mind
was
fixed
on
things
beautiful
as
on
a
shrine
.
