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Berenice
smiled
enigmatically
.
"
You
remember
Clarissa
Faulkner
,
do
n't
you
,
Bevy
?
"
pursued
Mrs.
Batjer
.
"
She
married
Romulus
Garrison
.
"
"
Perfectly
.
Where
is
she
now
?
"
"
They
have
leased
the
Chateau
Brieul
at
Ars
for
the
winter
.
Romulus
is
a
fool
,
but
Clarissa
is
so
clever
.
You
know
she
writes
that
she
is
holding
a
veritable
court
there
this
season
.
Half
the
smart
set
of
Paris
and
London
are
dropping
in
.
It
is
so
charming
for
her
to
be
able
to
do
those
things
now
.
Poor
dear
!
At
one
time
I
was
quite
troubled
over
her
.
"
Without
giving
any
outward
sign
Berenice
did
not
fail
to
gather
the
full
import
of
the
analogy
.
It
was
all
true
.
One
must
begin
early
to
take
thought
of
one
's
life
.
She
suffered
a
disturbing
sense
of
duty
.
Kilmer
Duelma
arrived
at
noon
Friday
with
six
types
of
bags
,
a
special
valet
,
and
a
preposterous
enthusiasm
for
polo
and
hunting
(
diseases
lately
acquired
from
a
hunting
set
in
the
Berkshires
)
.
A
cleverly
contrived
compliment
supposed
to
have
emanated
from
Miss
Fleming
and
conveyed
to
him
with
tact
by
Mrs.
Batjer
brought
him
ambling
into
Berenice
's
presence
suggesting
a
Sunday
drive
to
Saddle
Rock
.
"
Haw
!
haw
!
You
know
,
I
'm
deiighted
to
see
you
again
.
Haw
!
haw
!
It
's
been
an
age
since
I
've
seen
the
Haggertys
.
We
missed
you
after
you
left
.
Haw
!
haw
!
I
did
,
you
know
.
Since
I
saw
you
I
have
taken
up
polo
--
three
ponies
with
me
all
the
time
now
--
haw
!
haw
!
--
a
regular
stable
nearly
.
"
Berenice
strove
valiantly
to
retain
a
serene
interest
.
Duty
was
in
her
mind
,
the
Chateau
Brieul
,
the
winter
court
of
Clarissa
Garrison
,
some
first
premonitions
of
the
flight
of
time
.
Yet
the
drive
was
a
bore
,
conversation
a
burden
,
the
struggle
to
respond
titanic
,
impossible
.
When
Monday
came
she
fled
,
leaving
three
days
between
that
and
a
week-end
at
Morristown
.
Mrs.
Batjer
--
who
read
straws
most
capably
--
sighed
.
Her
own
Corscaden
was
not
much
beyond
his
money
,
but
life
must
be
lived
and
the
ambitious
must
inherit
wealth
or
gather
it
wisely
.
Some
impossible
scheming
silly
would
soon
collect
Duelma
,
and
then
--
She
considered
Berenice
a
little
difficult
.
Berenice
could
not
help
piecing
together
the
memory
of
this
incident
with
her
mother
's
recent
appeal
in
behalf
of
Lieutenant
Braxmar
.
A
great
,
cloying
,
disturbing
,
disintegrating
factor
in
her
life
was
revealed
by
the
dawning
discovery
that
she
and
her
mother
were
without
much
money
,
that
aside
from
her
lineage
she
was
in
a
certain
sense
an
interloper
in
society
.
There
were
never
rumors
of
great
wealth
in
connection
with
her
--
no
flattering
whispers
or
public
notices
regarding
her
station
as
an
heiress
.
All
the
smug
minor
manikins
of
the
social
world
were
on
the
qui
vive
for
some
cotton-headed
doll
of
a
girl
with
an
endless
bank-account
.
By
nature
sybaritic
,
an
intense
lover
of
art
fabrics
,
of
stately
functions
,
of
power
and
success
in
every
form
,
she
had
been
dreaming
all
this
while
of
a
great
soul-freedom
and
art-freedom
under
some
such
circumstances
as
the
greatest
individual
wealth
of
the
day
,
and
only
that
,
could
provide
.
Simultaneously
she
had
vaguely
cherished
the
idea
that
if
she
ever
found
some
one
who
was
truly
fond
of
her
,
and
whom
she
could
love
or
even
admire
intensely
--
some
one
who
needed
her
in
a
deep
,
sincere
way
--
she
would
give
herself
freely
and
gladly
.
