Summary
In a chiaroscuro of nickelodeon light, Caroline—coiffed siren of a dingy Back-Bay salon—catches the monocled gaze of a platinum-blooded plutocrat whose mansion looms like a mausoleum above the harbor fog; he spirits her away beneath veils of orchids and promises, yet the marriage bed mutates into a gilded oubliette where mirrors reflect only her evaporating will. Nightly, corridors elongate, doors vanish, and the husband’s whispers braid into the house’s very joists until death—sudden, almost off-hand—releases her to a bacchanal of solitaire splendor: champagne emptied into grand pianos, pearls scattered for maids to sweep. But opulence calcifies into another prison; guilt festers like verdigris on inherited silver. At the zenith of her libertine delirium she jolts awake on the parlor’s horsehair settee, scissors still warm in her palm—dream dissolved, yet the scent of the mansion’s camphor lingers on her wrists, an ethical perfume she cannot scrub off.
Synopsis
Caroline works at a hair dressing parlor. A wealthy man falls in love with her, takes her home and proposes to her. Caroline has a dream where she marries the man, who turns vicious and keeps her locked up in his mansion. He finally dies, and Caroline starts out having a good time with his money, but she sees the folly of her ways. She wakes up from the dream.
