the price she paid-第29部分
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borrowing the money。 Presently； she would be making a career； would be earning large sums。 She would pay back everything； with interest。 Stanley meant for her to use the money。 Really； she ought to use it。 How would her career be helped by her going about looking a dowd and a frump？ She had always been used to the comforts of life。 If she deprived herself of them； she would surely get into a frame of mind where her work would suffer。 No； she must lead the normal life of a woman of her class。 To work all the timewhy； as Jennings said； that took away all the freshness； made one stale and unfit。 A little distractionalways； of course； with musical people； people who talked and thought and did musicthat sort of distraction was quite as much a part of her education as the singing lessons。 Mrs。 Brindley； certainly a sensible and serious woman if ever there was oneMrs。 Brindley believed so； and it must be so。
After that illness and before she began to go about； she had fallen into several fits of hideous blues； had been in despair as to the future。 As soon as she saw something of peoplealways the valuable； musical sort of peopleher spirits improved。 And when she got a few new dressesvery simple and inexpensive； but stylish and charmingand the hats； too； were successful as soon as she was freshly arrayed she was singing better and was talking hopefully of the career again。 Yes； it was really necessary that she live as she had always been used to living。
When Stanley came back her account was drawn up to the last cent of the proportionate amount。 In fact； it might have been a few dollarsa hundred or so overdrawn。 She was not sure。 Still； that was a small matter。 During the summer she would spend less； and by fall she would be far ahead againand ready to buy fall clothes。 One day he said：
‘‘You must be needing more money。''
‘‘No indeed；'' cried she。 ‘‘I've been living within the hundred a weekor nearly。 I'm afraid I'm frightfully extravagant； and''
‘‘Extravagant？'' laughed he。 ‘‘You are afraid to borrow！ Why； three or four nights of singing will pay back all you've borrowed。''
‘‘I suppose I WILL make a lot of money；'' said she。 ‘‘They all tell me so。 But it doesn't seem real to me。'' She hastily added： ‘‘I don't mean the career。 That seems real enough。 I can hardly wait to begin at the roles。 I mean the money part。 You see； I never earned any money and never really had any money of my own。''
‘‘Well； you'll have plenty of it in two or three years；'' said Stanley； confidently。 ‘‘And you mustn't try to live like girls who've been brought up to hardship。 It isn't necessary； and it would only unfit you for your work。''
‘‘I think that's true；'' said she。 ‘‘But I've enough more than enough。'' She gave him a nervous； shy； almost agonized look。 ‘‘Please don't try to put me under any heavier obligations than I have to be。''
‘‘Please don't talk nonsense about obligation；'' retorted he。 ‘‘Let's get away from this subject。 You don't seem to realize that you're doing me a favor； that it's a privilege to be allowed to help develop such a marvelous voice as yours。 Scores of people would jump at the chance。''
‘‘That doesn't lessen my obligation；'' said she。 And she thought she meant it； though； in fact； his generous and plausible statement of the case had immediately lessened not a little her sense of obligation。
On the whole； however； she was not sorry she had this chance to talk of obligation。 Slowly； as they saw each other from time to time； often alone； Stanley had begunperhaps in spite of himself and unconsciously to show his feeling for her。 Sometimes his hand accidentally touched hers； and he did not draw it away as quickly as he might。 And sheit was impossible for her to make any gesture； much less say anything； that suggested sensitiveness on her part。 It would put him in an awkward position； would humiliate him most unjustly。 He fell into the habit of holding her hand longer than was necessary at greeting or parting； of touching her caressingly； of looking at her with the eyes of a lover instead of a friend。 She did not like these things。 For some mysterious reasonfrom sheer perversity； she thoughtshe had taken a strong physical dislike to him。 Perfectly absurd； for there was nothing intrinsically repellent about this handsome； clean； most attractively dressed man； of the best type of American and New…Yorker。 No； only perversity could explain such a silly notion。 She was always afraid he would try to take advantage of her delicate positionalways afraid she would have to yield something； some trifle； yet the idea of giving anything from a sense of obligation was galling to her。 His very refraining made her more nervous； the more shrinking。 If he would only commit some overt actseize her； kiss her； make outrageous demandsbut this refrain… ing； these touches that might be accidental and again might be stealthy approach She hated to have him shake hands with her； would have liked to draw away when his clothing chanced to brush against hers。
So she was glad of the talk about obligation。 It set him at a distance； immediately。 He ceased to look lovingly； to indulge in the nerve…rasping little caresses。 He became carefully formal。 He was evidently eager to prove the sincerity of his protestationstoo eager perhaps； her perverse mind suggested。 Still； sincere or not； he held to all the forms of sincerity。
Some friends of Mrs。 Brindley's who were going abroad offered her their cottage on the New Jersey coast near Seabright； and a big new touring…car and chauffeur。 She and Mildred at once gave up the plan for a summer in the Adirondacks； the more readily as several of the men and women they saw the most of lived within easy distance of them at Deal Beach and Elberon。 When Mildred went shopping she was lured into buying a lot of summer things she would not have needed in the Adirondacksa mere matter of two hundred and fifty dollars or thereabouts。 A little additional economy in the fall would soon make up for such a trifle； and if there is one time more than another when a woman wishes to look well and must look well； that time is summerespecially by the sea。
When her monthly statement from the bank came on the first of July she found that five thousand dollars had been deposited to her credit。 She was moved by this discovery to devote several hoursvery depressed hours they wereto her finances。 She had spent a great deal more money than she had thought； indeed； since March she had been living at the rate of fifteen thousand a year。 She tried to account for this amazing extravagance。 But she could recall no expenditure that was not really almost； if not quite； necessary。 It took a frightful lot of money to live in New York。 How DID people with small incomes manage to get along？ Whatever would have become of her if she had not had the good luck to be able to borrow from Stanley？ What would become of her if； before she was succeeding on the stage； Stanley should die or lose faith in her or interest in her？ What would become of her！ She had been living these last few months among people who had wide…open eyes and knew everything that was going onand did some ‘‘going…on'' themselves； as she was now more than suspecting。 There were many women； thousands of themamong the attractive； costily dressed throngs she saw in the carriages and autos and cabswho would not like to have it published how they contrived to live so luxuriously。 No； they would not like to have it published； though they cared not a fig for its being whispered； New York too thoroughly understood how necessary luxurious living was； and was too completely divested of the follies of the old…fashioned； straight…laced morality； to mind little shabby details of queer conduct in striving to keep up with the procession。 Even the married women； using their husbandsand letting their husbands use themdid not frown on the irregularities of their sisters less fortunately married or not able to find a permanent ‘‘leg to pull。'' As for the girlsMildred had observed strange things in the lives of the girls she knew more or less well nowadays。 In fact； all the women； of all classes and conditions； were engaged in the same mad struggle to get hold of money to spend upon fun and finerya struggle matching in recklessness and resoluteness the struggle of the men down…town for money for the same purposes。 It was curious； this double mania of the men and the womenthe mania to get money； no matter how； the instantly succeeding mania to get rid of it； no matter how。 Looking about her； Mildred felt that she was peculiar and apart from nearly all the women she knew。 SHE got her money honorably。 SHE did not degrade herself； did not sell herself； did not wheedle or cajole or pretend in the least degree。 She had grown more liberal as her outlook on life had widened with contact with the New York mindno； with the mind of the whole easy…going； luxury…mad； morality…scorning modern world。 She still kept her standard for herself high； and believed in a purity for herself which she did not exact or expect in her friends。 In this respect she and Cyrilla Brindley were sympathetically alike。 No； Mildred was confident that in no circumstances； in NO circumstances； would she relax her ideas of what she personally could do and could not do。 Not that she blamed； or judged at all； women who did as she would not； but she could not； simply could not； however hard she might be driven； do those things though she could easily understand how other women did them in preference to sinking down into the working class or eking out a frowsy existence in some poor boarding…house。 The temptation would be great。 Thank Heaven； it was not teasing her。 She would resist it； of course。 But
What if Stanley Baird should lose interest？ What if； after he lost interest； she should find herself without money； worse of than she had been when she sold herself into slaveryhighly moral and conventionally correct slavery； but still slaveryto the little general with the peaked pink…silk nightcap hiding the absence of the removed toupeeand with the wonderful pink…silk pajamas； gorgeously monogramed in violet and the tiny feet and ugly handsand those loathsome needle
