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• Notes
• Some Critics Don’t Understand the ‘Cabaret’ Broadway Revival. Young Women Do. (Guest Column)
• Colin Jost Wins Over Tough White House Correspondents Dinner Crowd With Praise for ‘Decent’ Biden
• EDITH WHARTON
• Aston Martin’s Fastest-Ever Vantage Makes Formula 1® Debut
• By Edith WhartonIntroduction by Cynthia Griffin WolffNotes by Cynthia Griffin Wolff
• Also by Edith Wharton
• Workshop: Drawing from Film Inspired by Catherine Goodman

Trenor, however, appeared at once on thethreshold of the drawing-room, welcoming her with unusual volubilitywhile he relieved her of her cloak and drew her into the room. He knew too well the transiency ofexquisite moments to attempt to follow her; but presently he reenteredthe house and made his way through the deserted rooms to the door. A fewsumptuously-cloaked ladies were already gathered in the marble vestibule,and in the coat-room he found Van Alstyne and Gus Trenor. She made no reply, but her face turned to him with the soft motion of aflower. Selden rose too, and they stood facing each other.Suddenly she caught his hand and pressed it a moment against her cheek. Such details did not fall within the range of Mrs. Peniston’s vision.Like many minds of panoramic sweep, hers was apt to overlook the MINUTIAEof the foreground, and she was much more likely to know where CarryFisher had found the Welly Brys’ CHEF for them, than what was happeningto her own niece.

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But thetask might take years to accomplish, even if she continued to stintherself to the utmost; and meanwhile her pride would be crushed under theweight of an intolerable obligation. But at the very outset of Gerty’s campaign this vision of thegreen-and-white shop had been dispelled. Other young ladies of fashionhad been thus “set up,” selling their hats by the mere attraction of aname and the reputed knack of tying a bow; but these privileged beingscould command a faith in their powers materially expressed by thereadiness to pay their shop-rent and advance a handsome sum for currentexpenses. And even could it havebeen found, how were the ladies on whose approval she depended to beinduced to give her their patronage?

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She doubted Mrs. Van Osburgh’s reluctance, but was aware ofMiss Farish’s habit of ascribing her own delicacies of feeling to thepersons least likely to be encumbered by them. Theyseemed only to throw her own exceptionalness into becoming relief, andgive a soaring vastness to her scheme of life. “It’s you who are the coward,” he repeated, catching her hands in his. “That’s what I told you—you’re so sure of me that you can amuse yourselfwith experiments.” She drew back the hand he had regained, and satlooking down on him sadly. It was her turn to look at him with surprise; and after a moment—“Do youwant to marry me?

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Lawrence Selden—A young lawyer who, although not wealthy himself, is able to move easily within and without Old New York's elite social circles through kinship with old-line New York families. He views the comings and goings of New York's high society with the detachment and the objectivity of an outsider —a characteristic that Lily not only admires but also that allows her to view those people in her surroundings in an objective, critical and a not-so-flattering way. She becomes fascinated and envies his independence from the "tribe" and the freedom that has given him.[n] Her encounters with Selden underscore the conflict between her inner voice —her self-hood at its core— and the outer voices of her reference group. It is from Selden's description, assessment and admiration of Lily's outward characteristics that we glean those attributes that contribute to New York high society's perception and misperceptions of who she is.

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“Goodnight,” said Selden, turning sharply down the side street withoutseeing the other’s extended hand. The walking-stick which Van Alstyne swung in demonstration dropped to astartled “Hallo! ” as the door opened and two figures were seensilhouetted against the hall-light. At the same moment a hansom halted atthe curb-stone, and one of the figures floated down to it in a haze ofevening draperies; while the other, black and bulky, remainedpersistently projected against the light. Selden rose, and she drew a deep breath, feeling that soon she couldyield to the blessed waves. Reaching town, he was driven direct to his club, where he hoped a notefrom Miss Bart might await him.

Distraught by her misfortunes, Lily is now crippled by drug dependence. Once she has repaid all her debts, Lily takes an overdose and dies; perhaps it is suicide, perhaps an accident. As she is dying, she hallucinates cradling Nettie's baby in her arms.

A cold grey skythreatened rain, and a high wind drove the dust in wild spirals up anddown the streets. Lily walked up Fifth Avenue toward the Park, hoping tofind a sheltered nook where she might sit; but the wind chilled her, andafter an hour’s wandering under the tossing boughs she yielded to herincreasing weariness, and took refuge in a little restaurant inFifty-ninth Street. She was not hungry, and had meant to go withoutluncheon; but she was too tired to return home, and the long perspectiveof white tables showed alluringly through the windows. In the silence Lily had a clear perception of what was passing throughhis mind. Whatever perplexity he felt as to the inexorableness of hercourse—however little he penetrated its motive—she saw that itunmistakably tended to strengthen her hold over him. This fleeting glimpse of her past served to emphasize the sense ofaimlessness with which Lily at length turned toward home.

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She paused with a slight falter of embarrassment, and Trenor, turningabruptly, fixed on her a look of growing intelligence. Her eyes sought his once more, and she smiled inwardly at the tinge ofapprehension that she read in them. She looked puzzled at the redoubled laughter which hailed her words, butit might have consoled her to know how deeply they had sunk into thebreast of one of her hearers. She settled herself at the desk, and Mrs. Trenor accepted her resumptionof the morning’s task with a sigh which implied that, after all, she hadproved herself unfit for higher uses. ” She leaned back,sighing, in the morning abandon of lace and muslin, turning anindifferent shoulder to the heaped-up importunities of her desk, whileshe considered, with the eye of a physician who has given up the case,the erect exterior of the patient confronting her. They stood silent for a while after this, smiling at each other likeadventurous children who have climbed to a forbidden height from whichthey discover a new world.

To hear that she was in need of help—evensuch vague help as he could offer—was to be at once repossessed by thatthought; and by the time he reached the street he had sufficientlyconvinced himself of the urgency of his cousin’s appeal to turn his stepsdirectly toward Lily’s hotel. Selden, with a slight laugh, sat down beside her on the little sofa whichprojected from the hearth. Selden’s perceptible pause gave her time for a slight stir of surprise. Selden himself had never been aware of any change in their relation. Hefound Gerty as he had left her, simple, undemanding and devoted, but witha quickened intelligence of the heart which he recognized without seekingto explain it. “No, no—give it to me; and don’t preach, please,” Lily returnedimperiously.

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Even the desolatingdulness of New York in October, and the soapy discomforts of Mrs.Peniston’s interior, seemed preferable to what might await her atBellomont; and with an air of heroic devotion she announced her intentionof remaining with her aunt till the holidays. The woman at first seemed not to hear; then, without a word of excuse,she pushed back her pail and dragged a wet floor-cloth across thelanding, keeping her eyes fixed on Lily while the latter swept by. It wasinsufferable that Mrs. Peniston should have such creatures about thehouse; and Lily entered her room resolved that the woman should bedismissed that evening. The stairs were still carpetless, and on the way up to her room she wasarrested on the landing by an encroaching tide of soapsuds. Gathering upher skirts, she drew aside with an impatient gesture; and as she did soshe had the odd sensation of having already found herself in the samesituation but in different surroundings. It seemed to her that she wasagain descending the staircase from Selden’s rooms; and looking down toremonstrate with the dispenser of the soapy flood, she found herself metby a lifted stare which had once before confronted her under similarcircumstances.

Mr. Rosedale, it will be seen, was thus far not a factor to befeared—unless one put one’s self in his power. Her clumsy fib had let him see that she hadsomething to conceal; and she was sure he had a score to settle with her.Something in his smile told her he had not forgotten. She turned from thethought with a little shiver, but it hung on her all the way to thestation, and dogged her down the platform with the persistency of Mr.Rosedale himself. Under the Georgian porch she paused again, scanning the street for ahansom. None was in sight, but as she reached the sidewalk she ranagainst a small glossy-looking man with a gardenia in his coat, whoraised his hat with a surprised exclamation.

Training and experience had taught her to be hospitable tonewcomers, since the most unpromising might be useful later on, and therewere plenty of available OUBLIETTES to swallow them if they were not. Butsome intuitive repugnance, getting the better of years of socialdiscipline, had made her push Mr. Rosedale into his OUBLIETTE without atrial. He had left behind only the ripple of amusement which his speedydespatch had caused among her friends; and though later (to shift themetaphor) he reappeared lower down the stream, it was only in fleetingglimpses, with long submergences between.

But, aside from this, she was keenly conscious ofthe way in which such an estrangement would react on herself. The factthat Gus Trenor was Judy’s husband was at times Lily’s strongest reasonfor disliking him, and for resenting the obligation under which he hadplaced her. To set her doubts at rest, Miss Bart, soon after the NewYear, “proposed” herself for a week-end at Bellomont. She had learned inadvance that the presence of a large party would protect her from toogreat assiduity on Trenor’s part, and his wife’s telegraphic “come by allmeans” seemed to assure her of her usual welcome.

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“It’s a farce—a crazy farce,” he repeated, his eyes fixedon the long vista of the room reflected in the blotched glass between thewindows. Rosedale,a day or two after their chance meeting, had called to enquire if she hadrecovered from her indisposition; but since then she had not seen orheard from him, and his absence seemed to betoken a struggle to keepaway, to let her pass once more out of his life. If this were the case,his return showed that the struggle had been unsuccessful, for Lily knewhe was not the man to waste his time in an ineffectual sentimentaldalliance. He was too busy, too practical, and above all too muchpreoccupied with his own advancement, to indulge in such unprofitableasides.