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She
sighed
.
Berenice
,
for
almost
the
first
time
in
her
life
,
took
solemn
heed
of
this
thought
.
She
pondered
whether
she
could
endure
Braxmar
as
a
life
partner
,
follow
him
around
the
world
,
perhaps
retransferring
her
abode
to
the
South
;
but
she
could
not
make
up
her
mind
.
This
suggestion
on
the
part
of
her
mother
rather
poisoned
the
cup
for
her
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
in
this
hour
of
doubt
her
thoughts
turned
vaguely
to
Cowperwood
as
one
who
represented
in
his
avid
way
more
of
the
things
she
truly
desired
.
She
remembered
his
wealth
,
his
plaint
that
his
new
house
could
be
only
a
museum
,
the
manner
in
which
he
approached
her
with
looks
and
voiceless
suggestions
.
But
he
was
old
and
married
--
out
of
the
question
,
therefore
--
and
Braxmar
was
young
and
charming
.
To
think
her
mother
should
have
been
so
tactless
as
to
suggest
the
necessity
for
consideration
in
his
case
!
It
almost
spoiled
him
for
her
.
And
was
their
financial
state
,
then
,
as
uncertain
as
her
mother
indicated
?
In
this
crisis
some
of
her
previous
social
experiences
became
significant
.
For
instance
,
only
a
few
weeks
previous
to
her
meeting
with
Braxmar
she
had
been
visiting
at
the
country
estate
of
the
Corscaden
Batjers
,
at
Redding
Hills
,
Long
Island
,
and
had
been
sitting
with
her
hostess
in
the
morning
room
of
Hillcrest
,
which
commanded
a
lovely
though
distant
view
of
Long
Island
Sound
.
Mrs.
Fredericka
Batjer
was
a
chestnut
blonde
,
fair
,
cool
,
quiescent
--
a
type
out
of
Dutch
art
.
Clad
in
a
morning
gown
of
gray
and
silver
,
her
hair
piled
in
a
Psyche
knot
,
she
had
in
her
lap
on
this
occasion
a
Java
basket
filled
with
some
attempt
at
Norwegian
needlework
.
"
Bevy
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
remember
Kilmer
Duelma
,
do
n't
you
?
Was
n't
he
at
the
Haggertys
'
last
summer
when
you
were
there
?
"
Berenice
,
who
was
seated
at
a
small
Chippendale
writing-desk
penning
letters
,
glanced
up
,
her
mind
visioning
for
the
moment
the
youth
in
question
.
Kilmer
Duelma
--
tall
,
stocky
,
swaggering
,
his
clothes
the
loose
,
nonchalant
perfection
of
the
season
,
his
walk
ambling
,
studied
,
lackadaisical
,
aimless
,
his
color
high
,
his
cheeks
full
,
his
eyes
a
little
vacuous
,
his
mind
acquiescing
in
a
sort
of
genial
,
inconsequential
way
to
every
query
and
thought
that
was
put
to
him
.
The
younger
of
the
two
sons
of
Auguste
Duelma
,
banker
,
promoter
,
multimillionaire
,
he
would
come
into
a
fortune
estimated
roughly
at
between
six
and
eight
millions
.
At
the
Haggertys
'
the
year
before
he
had
hung
about
her
in
an
aimless
fashion
.
Mrs.
Batjer
studied
Berenice
curiously
for
a
moment
,
then
returned
to
her
needlework
.
"
I
've
asked
him
down
over
this
week-end
,
"
she
suggested
.
"
Yes
?
"
queried
Berenice
,
sweetly
.
"
Are
there
others
?
"
"
Of
course
,
"
assented
Mrs.
Batjer
,
remotely
.
"
Kilmer
does
n't
interest
you
,
I
presume
.
"
