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At first she poured herself out unstintingly, happy in this perfectcommunion of their sympathies. His understanding of Lily helped toconfirm her own belief in her friend. Gerty instanced her generous impulses—herrestlessness and discontent. The fact that her life had never satisfiedher proved that she was made for better things. She might have marriedmore than once—the conventional rich marriage which she had been taughtto consider the sole end of existence—but when the opportunity came shehad always shrunk from it. Percy Gryce, for instance, had been in lovewith her—every one at Bellomont had supposed them to be engaged, and herdismissal of him was thought inexplicable.
Time Out with musician and architecture blogger Moby
Lacking an inheritance or a caring protector, she adapts to life as a ward of her strait-laced aunt, Julia Peniston, from whom she receives an erratic allowance, a fashionable address, and good food, but little direction or parenting. Lily loathes the neglectful Julia and avoids her whenever possible but is forced to rely on her for her necessities and luxuries. When I wrote House of Mirth I held, without knowing it, two trumps in my hand.
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Lily’s heart stood still at the thought.All her concern had hitherto been for young Silverton, not only because,in such affairs, the woman’s instinct is to side with the man, butbecause his case made a peculiar appeal to her sympathies. He was sodesperately in earnest, poor youth, and his earnestness was of sodifferent a quality from Bertha’s, though hers too was desperate enough.The difference was that Bertha was in earnest only about herself, whilehe was in earnest about her. But now, at the actual crisis, thisdifference seemed to throw the weight of destitution on Bertha’s side,since at least he had her to suffer for, and she had only herself. At anyrate, viewed less ideally, all the disadvantages of such a situation werefor the woman; and it was to Bertha that Lily’s sympathies now went out.She was not fond of Bertha Dorset, but neither was she without a sense ofobligation, the heavier for having so little personal liking to sustainit. Bertha had been kind to her, they had lived together, during the lastmonths, on terms of easy friendship, and the sense of friction of whichLily had recently become aware seemed to make it the more urgent that sheshould work undividedly in her friend’s interest.
Review: In ‘Unsung Hero,’ a family’s musical success story comes to life via the clan itself
The Brys, intoxicated by their firstsuccess, already thirsted for new kingdoms, and Mrs. Fisher, viewing theRiviera as an easy introduction to London society, had guided theircourse thither. She had affiliations of her own in every capital, and afacility for picking them up again after long absences; and the carefullydisseminated rumour of the Brys’ wealth had at once gathered about them agroup of cosmopolitan pleasure-seekers. An hour later, at Mrs. Fisher’s side in the Casino gardens, he was tryingto find fresh reasons for forgetting the injury received in thecontemplation of the peril avoided. The party had dispersed with theloitering indecision characteristic of social movements at Monte Carlo,where the whole place, and the long gilded hours of the day, seem tooffer an infinity of ways of being idle.
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity thatquestions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was thedarkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, butcompassion holding its breath. He paused, flushed by his diatribe, and fixing on her a look in whichresentment was the ingredient she least disliked.
Supplied with these facts, Lily leaned awhile overthe side, giving herself up to a leisurely enjoyment of the spectaclebefore her. Unclouded sunlight enveloped sea and shore in a bath ofpurest radiancy. The purpling waters drew a sharp white line of foam atthe base of the shore; against its irregular eminences, hotels and villasflashed from the greyish verdure of olive and eucalyptus; and thebackground of bare and finely-pencilled mountains quivered in a paleintensity of light. Having reached the station early, he had arrived at this point in hisreflections before the increasing throng on the platform warned him thathe could not hope to preserve his privacy; the next moment there was ahand on the door, and he turned to confront the very face he was fleeing. Gerty knelt beside her, waiting, with the patience born of experience,till this gust of misery should loosen fresh speech.
It had been impossible for her to giveit away, but she had never seen it since that night, and the longflexible folds, as she shook them out, gave forth an odour of violetswhich came to her like a breath from the flower-edged fountain where shehad stood with Lawrence Selden and disowned her fate. She put back thedresses one by one, laying away with each some gleam of light, some noteof laughter, some stray waft from the rosy shores of pleasure. She wasstill in a state of highly-wrought impressionability, and every hint ofthe past sent a lingering tremor along her nerves.
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” exclaimed Lily, starting up with avehemence of movement that threatened destruction to Miss Farish’sfragile tea-table. “A year ago I should have been of use toyou, and now I should be an encumbrance; and I like you for telling me soquite honestly.” She extended her hand with a smile. The touch of her hand, the moving softness of her look, thrilled avulnerable fibre in Rosedale. It was her exquisite inaccessibleness, thesense of distance she could convey without a hint of disdain, that madeit most difficult for him to give her up. But his dapper self-confidence seemedimpenetrable to such hints, and she had a sense of something hard andself-contained behind the superficial warmth of his manner.
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She is a kind, generous woman who occupies herself with charity work, but Lily despises her because of her less than glamorous appearance. In Book Two, Gerty becomes one of Lily's only friends, giving her a place to stay and taking care of her when everyone else abandons her. Lily does not wish to continue living with Gerty or combining resources because she is unwilling to lower herself to the standard of living Gerty can afford.
She could not remain at Bellomontwithout playing bridge, and being involved in other expenses; and tocontinue her usual series of autumn visits would merely prolong the samedifficulties. She had reached a point where abrupt retrenchment wasnecessary, and the only cheap life was a dull life. All day he was “downtown”; andin winter it was long after nightfall when she heard his fagged step onthe stairs and his hand on the school-room door. He would kiss her insilence, and ask one or two questions of the nurse or the governess; thenMrs. Bart’s maid would come to remind him that he was dining out, and hewould hurry away with a nod to Lily.
Its expression was now so vivid that for the first time he seemed tosee before him the real Lily Bart, divested of the trivialities of herlittle world, and catching for a moment a note of that eternal harmony ofwhich her beauty was a part. Though she boasted an unequalledfamiliarity with the secret chronicles of society, she had the innocenceof the school-girl who regards wickedness as a part of “history,” and towhom it never occurs that the scandals she reads of in lesson-hours maybe repeating themselves in the next street. Mrs. Peniston had kept herimagination shrouded, like the drawing-room furniture.
As became persons of their rising consequence, the Gormers were engagedin building a country-house on Long Island; and it was a part of MissBart’s duty to attend her hostess on frequent visits of inspection to thenew estate. There, while Mrs. Gormer plunged into problems of lightingand sanitation, Lily had leisure to wander, in the bright autumn air,along the tree-fringed bay to which the land declined. Little as she wasaddicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed awelcome escape from the empty noises of her life. She was weary of beingswept passively along a current of pleasure and business in which she hadno share; weary of seeing other people pursue amusement and squandermoney, while she felt herself of no more account among them than anexpensive toy in the hands of a spoiled child. The other ladies had fallen back at her approach, and a space createditself about her.
But at the outset she perceived a subtle resistance to her efforts.If Mrs. Trenor’s manner toward her was unchanged, there was certainly afaint coldness in that of the other ladies. The indication wasa slight one, and a year ago Lily would have smiled at it, trusting tothe charm of her personality to dispel any prejudice against her. But nowshe had grown more sensitive to criticism and less confident in her powerof disarming it. She knew, moreover, that if the ladies at Bellomontpermitted themselves to criticize her friends openly, it was a proof thatthey were not afraid of subjecting her to the same treatment behind herback. The nervous dread lest anything in Trenor’s manner should seem tojustify their disapproval made her seek every pretext for avoiding him,and she left Bellomont conscious of having failed in every purpose whichhad taken her there.
As she sat before the mirror brushing her hair, her face looked hollowand pale, and she was frightened by two little lines near her mouth,faint flaws in the smooth curve of the cheek. She began to undress without ringing for her maid, whom she had sent tobed. She had been long enough in bondage to other people’s pleasure to beconsiderate of those who depended on hers, and in her bitter moods itsometimes struck her that she and her maid were in the same position,except that the latter received her wages more regularly.
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