It had all been so swift, this brilliant and colorful descent from her fool’s paradise of social security to this wealth of adventure, which, however lavish its accoutrements, was nevertheless frightening because of lurking danger ahead. This perplexing business of living!
True, she had bred a gifted and self-sufficient daughter, but one as headstrong and lawless as herself.
And one whose fate, for that reason, could not accurately be predicted.
And although Cowperwood had always been and was now content to fortify them with the enormous resources of his mind and his wealth, yet she was fearful.
The fact that he had brought them to England at a time when he was so openly courting public favor, and with Aileen in the immediate foreground, puzzled her.
According to Berenice, this course was necessary, even if not entirely acceptable.
But this explanation did not entirely convince her.
She had lived and lost, and the ghost that was tracking her was the fear that Berenice would also lose.
For there was Aileen, and the fickleness of Cowperwood, and the relentless world, sparing no one, forgiving no one. It was something of all this that was in her mood, her eyes, and her relaxed figure.
Unknown to Berenice, she had returned to drinking, and, but a moment or two before Cowperwood entered, had drained a large glass of brandy in order to brace herself for this certain encounter.
In answer to his greeting, she said: “Oh, I like England very much.
Bevy is fascinated by everything here.
I suppose you’re going out to look at those cottages.
It’s just a question of the number of people you expect to entertain, or, rather, whom not to entertain, with you two together.”
“I think you’re speaking for Bevy, not me.
She seems to be the magnet.
But you look a little down, Hattie.
What’s the matter?”
He eyed her questioningly, but not unsympathetically.
“Come, come, don’t let these first days get on your nerves!
I know it’s all a little difficult.
You’ve had a trying trip, and you’re tired.”
He crossed over to her and laid a friendly hand on her shoulder, but in doing so caught the odor of brandy.
“Listen, Hattie,” he said, “you and I have known each other for a long time. You know that although I’ve always been infatuated with Bevy, I never indulged in so much as a single gesture that could compromise her in any way, before she came to me in Chicago.
Is that true, or isn’t it?”
“Yes, Frank, it’s true.”
“You know, my one desire, since I felt I could not have her, was to place her socially, get her married and off your hands before anything could go wrong.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Of course, what happened in Chicago is to be charged to me, but even that not entirely, for she came to me at a time when I was very much in need of her.
Otherwise, I think I might have resisted her even then.
Anyway, we’re all in this boat together now, to sink or swim.
You look on this adventure over here as hopeless. I can see that. I don’t.
Remember, Bevy is a very brilliant and resourceful girl. And this is England, not the United States.
People over here make way for intelligence and beauty in a way that has never yet been dreamed of at home.
If you will only brace up and play your part, everything will be all right.”
Once more he patted her shoulder, looking down into her eyes to note the effect of his words.
“You know I’ll do my best, Frank,” she said.
“Well, there’s one thing you must not do, Hattie, and that’s to take up drinking.
You know your weakness.
And if Bevy finds it out, it might discourage her and undo everything we are trying to do.”
“Oh, I’ll do anything, Frank, anything, if only I can make up to her for other things I have done!”
“That’s the attitude!” And he smiled an encouraging smile, and left her to join Berenice.
Chapter 27
In the railway carriage Cowperwood discussed with Berenice the fears of her mother.
She assured him that they meant nothing, it was merely the sudden change.
With a little success here, she would feel better.
“If trouble comes from anywhere, it’s likely to come from visiting Americans, not the English people,” she added thoughtfully, as they passed one charming scene after another, almost unnoted by them for the moment.
“And I certainly do not intend to accept introductions to Americans, or invitations from them here in London, or entertain them either, if I can avoid it.”
“You’re right as to that, Bevy.
It’s the wisest thing to do.”