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ON a January evening o f the early seventies, ChristineNilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy o f
Music in New York.
Though there was already talk o f the erection , inremote metropolitan distances
“above the Forties,”
o f anew Opera House which should compete in costlinessand splendour with those of the great European capitals ,the world o f fashion was still content to reassembleevery winter in the shabby red and gold boxes of thesoc iable old Academy . Conservatives cherished it forbeing small and inconvenient, and
‘
thus keeping out thenew people” whom New York was beginning to dreadand yet be drawn to ; and the sentimental clung to it forits historic associations , and the musical for its excellentacoustics , always so problematic a quality in halls builtfor the hearing of music .It was Madame N ilsson’s first appearance that winter,and what the daily press had already learned to describeas an exceptionally brilliant audience” had gathered tohear her , transported through the slippery, snowy streetsin private broughams, in the spacious family landau , orin the humbler but more convenient “Brown coupé .
” Tocome to the Opera in a Brown coupé was almost as honourab le a way of arriving as in one’s own carriage ; anddeparture by the same means had the immense advantageo f enabling one (with a playful allusion to democraticprinciples) to scramble into the first Brown conveyancein the line, instead o f waiting till the cold-and-gin con
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gested nose of one’s own coachman gleamed under theportico o f the Academy. It was one o f the great liverystableman ’s most masterly intuitions to have discoveredthat Americans want to get away from amusement evenmore quickly than they want to get to it .When Newland Archer opened the door at the back o f
the club box the curtain had just gone up on the gardenscene . There was no reason why the young man shouldnot have come earlier, for he had dined at seven , alone
with his mother and sister, and had lingered afterwardover a cigar in the Gothic library with glazed blackwalnut bookcases and finial-topped chairs which was theonly room in the house where Mrs . Archer allowedsmoking. But, in the first place, New York was a
metropolis, and perfectly aware that in metropolises itwas “not the thing
” to arrive early at the Op era ; andwhat was or was not “the thing” played a part as important in Newland Archer’s New York as the inscrutabletotem terrors that had ruled the destinies o f his fore
fathers thousands o f years ago .
The second reason for his delay was a personal one .
He had dawdled over his cigar because he was at hearta dilettante
,and thinking over a pleasure to come often
gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation . Thiswas especially the case when the pleasure was a delicateone , as his pleasures mostly were ; and on this occasionthe moment he looked forward to was so rare andexquisite in quality that—well
,i f he had timed his arrival
in accord with the prima donna’ s stage-manager he couldnot have entered the Academy at a more significantmoment than just as she was singing : “He loves mehe loves me not—he loves me !
” and sprinkling the fallmg daisy petals with notes as clear as dew .
She sang, o f course, and not “he loves me,
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since an unalterable and unque stionrd law o f the musicalworld required that the German text o f French operassung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italianfor the clearer understanding of English-speaking audience s . This seemed as natural to Newland Archer asall the other conventions onwhich his li fe was mouldedsuch as the duty of using two silver-backed brushes withhis monogram in blue enamel to part his hair, and o f
never appe aring in society without a flower (preferablya gardenia) in his buttonhole .
“M’
ama nonm’
ama the prima donna sang,and “M with a final burst o f love triumphant, asshe pressed the dishevelled daisy to her lips and li ftedher large eyes to the sophisticated countenance o f thelittle brown Faust-Capoul, who was vainly trying, in atight purple velvet doublet and plumed cap
, to look as
pure and true as his artless victim .
Newland Archer, leaning against the wall at the backo f the club box , turned his eyes from the stage andscanned the Oppo site s ide o f the house . Directly facinghim was the box o f old Mrs . Manson Mingott, whosemonstrous obesity had long since made it impossible forher to attend the Opera
,but who was always repre sented
on fashionable nights by some o f the younger memberso f the family. On this occasion
,the front o f the box
was fil led by her daughter-in-law,Mrs . Lovel l Mingott,
and her daughter , Mrs . Welland ; and sl ightly withdrawnbehind these brocaded matrons sat a young gi rl in whitewith eyes ecstatically fixed on the stage- lovers . AsMadame Nilsson’s “M’
a.maI” thrilled out above the silent
house (the boxes always stopped talking during the DaisySong) a warm pink mounted to the girl
’s cheek, mantledher brow to the roots o f her fair braids, and suffused the
young s lope of her breast to the line where it met a
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modest tulle tucker fastened with a single gardenia . She
dropped her eyes to the immense bouquet o f lilies-ofthe-valley on her knee, and Newland Archer saw herwhite-gloved finge r-tips touch the flowers softly. Hedrew a breath of satisfied vanity and his eyes returned
to the stage.No expense had been spared on the setting, whichwas acknowledged to be very beauti ful even by peoplewho shared his acquaintance with the Opera houses o fPari s and Vienna . The foreground, to the footlights ,was covered with emerald green cloth . In the middledistance symmetrical mounds o f woolly green mossbounded by croquet hoops formed the base o f shrubsshaped like orange-trees but studded with large pinkand red roses . Gigantic pansies
,considerably larger
than the roses , and closely.
resembling the floral penwipers made by female parishioners for fashionableclergymen, sprang from the moss beneath the rose-trees ;and here and there a daisy grafted on a rose-branchflowered with a luxuriance prophetic o f Mr . Luther Burbank’s far-off prodigies .In the centre of this enchanted garden Madame Nilsson , in white cashmere slashed with pale blue satin, areticule dangling from a blue girdle
,and large yellow
braids carefully disposed on each side of her muslinchemisette
,listened with downcast eyes to M . Capoul
’
s
impassioned wooing,and aff ected a guileless incompre
hension o f his designs whenever, by word or glance, hepersuasively indicated the ground floor window of theneat brick villa pro j ecting obliquely from the right wing.
“The darling !” thought Newland Archer, his glancefl itting back to the young girl with the lilies—o f-the-valley.
She doe sn’t even guess what it’s al l about .” And hecontemplated her absorbed young face with a thri ll of
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possessorship in which pride in his ownmasculine initia
t ion was mingled with a tender reverence for her abysmalpurity.
“We’l l read Faust together by the Italian
lakes he thought, somewhat hazily confusing the
s cene of his projected honey-moon with the masterpieces
o f literature which it would be his manly privilege toreveal to his bride . It was only that afternoon that MayWelland had let him guess that she “cared” (New York
’
s
consecrated phrase o f maiden avowal), and already hisimagination , leaping ahead o f the engagement ring, thebetrothal kiss and the march from Lohengrin
,pictured
her at his side in some scene o f old European witchery.
He did not in the least wish the future Mrs . NewlandArcher to be a simpleton . He meant her (thanks to his
e nlightening companionship) to develop a social tact andreadiness o f wit enabling her to hold her own with themost popular married women o f the younger set ,
” inwhich it was the recognised custom to attract masculinehomage while playfully discouraging it . I f he hadprobed to the bottom o f his vanity (as he sometimesnearly did) he would have found there the wish thathis wife should b e as worldly-wise and as eager to pleaseas the married lady whose charms had held his fancythrough two mildly agitated years ; without, o f course ,any hint o f the frailty which had so nearly marred thatunhappy being
's li fe,and had disarranged his own plans
for a whole winter.How this miracle o f fire and ice was to be created
, and
to sustain itself in a harsh world,he had never taken
the time to think‘out ; but he was content to hold his
view without analysing it,s ince he knew it was that o f
all the carefully-brushed,white-waistcoated
,buttonhole
flowered gentlemen who succee ded each other in the clubbox , exchanged friendly greetings with him,
and turned
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their Opera-glasses critically on the circle o f ladies whowere the product of the system . In matters intellectualand artistic Newland Archer felt himself distinctly thesuperior of these chosen specimens o f old New Yorkgentility he had probably read more
,thought more
,and
even seen a good deal more o f the world, than any otherman o f the number . Singly they betrayed theirinferiority ; but grouped together they represented NewYork
,
” and the habit o f masculine sol idarity made himaccept their doctrine on al l the issues called moral . H e
instinctively felt that in this respect it would be troublesome—and also rather bad form—to strike out forh imself .
“Well—upon my soul !” exclaimed Lawrence Leff erts,turning his opera-glass abruptly away from the stage.Lawrence Lefferts was
,on the whole, the foremost
authority on“form” in New York . He had probably
devoted more time than any one else to the study o f
this intricate and fascinating question ; but study alonecould not account for his complete and easy competence.One had only to look at him, from the slant o f hi s baldforehead and the curve o f his beautiful fair moustacheto the long patent-leather feet at the other end o f his
lean and elegant person,to feel that the knowledge o f
“ form” must be congenital in any one who knew how
to wear such good clothes so carelessly and carry suchheight with so much lounging grace . As a youngadmirer had once said o f him : I f anybody can tell afellow just when to wear a black tie with evening clothesand when not to
,it’s Larry Lefle rts .
” And on the ques:
tion o f pumps versus patent-leather “Oxfords his
authority had never been disputed .
“My God !” he said ; and silently handed his glass toold SillertonJackson .
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Newland Archer,following Le ff e rts ’s glanc e , saw with
surprise that his exclamation had been occasioned by theentry of a new figure into old Mrs . Mingott
’
s box . Itwas that of a slim young woman, a little less tall thanMay Welland
,with brown hair growing in close curls
about her temples and held in place by a narrow bandof diamonds . The suggestion of this headdress , whichgave her what was then called a “Josephine look,
” wascarried out in the cut of the dark blue velvet gownrather theatrically caught up under her bosom by a girdlewith a large old- fashioned clasp . The wearer of thi sunusual dress
,who seemed quite unconscious of the
attention it was attracting, stood a moment in the centreo f the box ,
discussing with Mrs . Welland the proprietyo f taking the latter’s place in the front right-hand corner ;then she yielded with a slight smile
,and seated hersel f
in line with Mrs . Welland ’s sister-in- law , Mrs . LovellMingott, who was installed in the opposite corner .Mr . Sille rton Jackson had returned the opera-glass toLawrence Leflerts . The whole of the club turnedinstinctively, waiting to hear what the old man had tosay ; for old Mr . Jackson was as great an authority on“ family” as Lawrence Leflerts was on form .
” Heknew all the ramifications of New York’s cousinships ;and could not only elucidate such complicated questionsas that of the connection between the Mingotts ( throughthe Thorleys) with the Dallas e s o f South Carolina, andthat of the relationship of the elder branch of Philadelphia Thorleys to the Albany Chive rse s (on no accountto be confused with the Manson Chive rse s o f UniversityPlace), but could also enumerate the leading characteristics o f each family : as , for instance , the fabulous stinginess of the younger lines of Lefl
'
ertses ( the Long Islandones) or the fatal tendency of the Rushworths to make
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foolish matches ; or the insanity recurring in every sec
ond generation of the Albany Chive rse s, with whom their
N ew York cousins had always refused to intermarrywith the disastrous exception o f poor Medora Manson,who
,as everybody knew but then her mother was
a Rushworth .
In addition to this forest o f family trees, Mr. SillertonJackson carried between his narrow hollow temples, andunder his soft thatch o f silver hair, a register of mosto f the scandals and mysteries that had smouldered underthe unruflied surface o f New York society within thelast fifty years . So far indeed did his informationextend
,and so acutely retentive was his memory
,that
he was suppo sed to be the only man who could havetold you who Julius Beaufort
,the banker
,really was,
and what had become of handsome Bob Spicer, old
‘Mrs .
Manson Mingott’
s father, who had disappeared so mysteriously (with a large sum o f trust money) less thana year after his marriage, on the very day that a beautifulSpanish dancer who had been delighting thronged audienc e s in the old Opera-house on the Battery had takenship for Cuba . But these mysteries, and many others ,were closely locked in Mr. Jackson’s breast ; for notonly did his keen sense o f honour forbid his repeating"
anything privately imparted,but he was fully aware
that his reputation for discretion increased his opportunitie s of finding out what he wanted to know .
The club box,therefore
,waited in visible suspense
while Mr . Sille rton Jackson handed back LawrenceLefl
'
e rts’
s opera-glass . For a moment he silently scrutinised the attentive group out o f his filmy blue eyes overhung by old veined lids ; thenhe gave his moustache athoughtful twist, and said simply ° “I didn ’t think theMingotts would have tried it on.
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EWLAND ARCHER, during this brief episode ,had been thrown into a strange state of embar
rassment.
It was annoying that the b ox which was thus attractingthe undivided attention o f mascu line New York shouldbe that in which his betrothed was seated between hermother and aunt ; and for a moment he could not identifythe lady in the Empire dress, nor imagine why her presence created such excitement among the initiated . Thenl ight dawned onhim, and with it came a momentary rusho f indignation . No , indee d ; no one would have thoughtthe Mingotts would have tried it on!But they had ; they undoubtedly had ; for the lowtoned comments behind him left no doubt in Archer’smind that the young woman was May Welland
’s cousin,the cousin always referred to in the family as “poorEllen Olenska.
” Archer knew that she had suddenlyarrived from Europe a day or two previously ; he hadeven heard from Miss Welland (not di sapprovingly)that she had been to see poor Ellen, who was staying witho ld Mrs . Mingott. Archer entirely approved o f familysolidarity, and one o f the qualities he most admired inthe Mingotts was their resolute championship of the fewblack sheep that their blameless stock had produced .
There was nothing mean or ungenerous in the youngman’s heart, and he was glad that his future wife should
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not be restrained by false prudery from being kind ( inprivate) to her unhappy cousin ; but to receive Countess
Olenska in the family circle was a different thing fromproducing her in public , at the Opera of all places, andin the very box with the young girl whose engagementto him
,Newland Archer, was to be announced within a
few weeks . No, he felt as old Sille rton Jackson felt ;he did not think the Mingotts would have tried it on !He knew
,of course, that whatever man dared (within
Fifth Avenue’s limits) that old Mrs . Manson Mingott, theMatriarch of the line, would dare . He had alwaysadmired the high and mighty old lady
,who, in Spite of
having been only Catherine Spicer of Staten Island ,with a father myster iously discredited , and neither moneynor position enough to make people forget it
,had allied
herself with the head of the wealthy Mingott line, married two of her daughters to “ foreigners” (an ItalianMarqui s and an English banker), and put the crowningtouch to her audacities by building a large house of palecream-coloured stone (when brown sandstone seemed asmuch the only wear as a frock-coat in the afternoon) inan inaccessible wilderness near the Central Park .
Old Mrs . Mingott’
s foreign daughters had become al egend . They never came back to see their mother, andthe latter being, l ike many persons of active mind anddominating will , sedentary and corpulent in her habit,had philosophically remained at home . But the creamcoloured house ( supposed to be modelled on the privatehotels of the Parisian aristocracy) was there as a visibleproof of her moral courage ; and she throned in it, amongpre-Revolutionary furniture and souvenirs of theTuileries of Louis “ Napoleon (where she had shone inher middle age), as placidly as i f there were nothingpeculiar in living above Thirty-fourth Street
, or in hav
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ing French windows that opened like doors instead of
sashes that pushed up .
Every one ( including Mr. Sillerton Jackson) was
agreed that old Catherine had never had beauty—a giftwhich
,in the eyes o f New York, justified every success ,
and excused a certain number o f failings . Unkind people said that
,l ike her Imperial namesake
,she had won
he r way to success by strength o f will and hardness o fheart, and a kind o f haughty effrontery that was somehow justified by the extreme decency and dignity o f herprivate life . Mr. Manson Mingott had died when she
was only twenty-eight, and had tied up” the moneywith an additional caution born o f the general distrust
o f the Spicers but his bold young widow went her wayfearlessly
,mingled freely in foreign society, married he r
daughters in heaven knew what corrupt and fashionablecircles, hobnobbed with Dukes and Ambassadors, asso~
ciated familiarly with Papists,entertained Opera singers,
and was the intimate friend o f Mme . Taglioni ; and all
the while (as Sille rtonJackson was the first to proclaim)there had never been a breath onher reputation ; the onlyrespect
,he always added
,in which she differed from the
earlier Catherine .‘Mrs . Manson Mingott had long since succeeded inuntying her husband’s fortune
,and had l ived in affluence
for half a century ; but memories o f her early straits hadmade her excessively thri fty
,and though
,when she
bought a dress or a piece o f furniture,she took care that
it should be o f the best, she could not bring herself tospend much on the transient pleasures o f the table.Therefore, for totally diff erent reasons, her food was aspoor as Mrs . Archer’s,
‘ and her wines did nothing to
redeem it. Her relatives considered that the penury o f
he r table discredited the Mingott name, which had always
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been associated with good living ; but people continued tocome to her in spite
'
o f the “made dishes” and flat champagne
,and in reply to the remonstrances o f her son
Lovell (who tried to retrieve the family credit by havingthe best chef in N ew York) she used to say laughingly :“What’s the use o f two good cooks in one family, nowthat I ’ve married the girls and can’t eat sauces ?”
Newland Archer, as he mused on these things,had
once more turned his eyes toward the Mingott b ox . Hesaw that Mrs . Welland and her sister-in-law were facingtheir semi-circle o f critics with the Mingottian aplomb
which old Catherine had inculcated in al l her tribe, andthat only May Welland betrayed, by a heightened colour
(perhaps due to the knowledge that he was watchingher) a sense of the gravity o f the situation . As for thecause o f the commotion
,she sat gracefully in her corner
o f the box,her eyes fixed on the stage, and revealing, as
she leaned forward, a little more shoulder and bosomthan New York was accustomed to seeing, at least inladies who had reasons for wishing to pass unnoticed .
Few things seemed to Newland Archer more awfulthan an offence against “Taste, that far-o ff divinity of
whom “Form” was the mere visible representative andvicegerent . Madame Olenska’s pale and serious faceappealed to his fancy as suited to the occasion and toher unhappy situation ; but the way her dress (whichhad no tucker) sloped away from her thin shouldersshocked and troubled him . He hated to think o f MayWelland’s being exposed to the influence o f a youngwoman so careless of the dictates o f Taste.
“After all,
” he heard one o f the younger men beginbehind him ( everybody talked through the
‘Mephisto'.
phe le s—and-Martha scenes), “after all,just what hap
m eg?”
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man to enter Mrs . Mingott’
s b ox , to proclaim to the
waiting world his engagement to May Welland, and tosee her through whatever difficulties her cousin’s anomalous situation might involve her in ; this impulse hadabruptly overruled al l scruples and hesitations, and senthim hurrying through the red corridors to the fartherside o f the house.As he entered the b ox hi s eyes met Miss Welland’s,and he saw that she had instantly understood his motive,though the family dignity which both considered so
high a virtue would not permit her to tell him so . Thepersons o f their world lived in an atmosphere o f faintimplications and pale delicacies
,and the fact that he
and she understood each other without a word seemedto the young man to bring them nearer than any ex planation would have done . Her eyes said :
“You see whyMamma brought me,
’ ’ and his answered “I wouldnot for the world have had you stay away.
“You know my niece Countess Olenska . Mrs . Welland enquired as she shoo k hands with her future sonin-law . Archer bowed without extending his hand, aswas the custom on being introduced to a lady ; andEllen Olenska bent her head slightly, keeping her ownpale-gloved hands clasped on her huge fan of eaglefeathers . Having greeted Mrs . Lovell Mingott, a largeblonde lady in creaking satin
,he sat down beside his
betrothed, and said in a low tone :“I hope you’ve
told Madame Olenska that we’re engaged ? I wante verybody to know—I want you to let me announceit this evening at the ball .”
Miss Welland’s face grew rosy as the dawn, and shelooked at him with radiant eyes . “If you can persuade Mamma
,she
.
said ;“but why should we change
what is already settled ? ” He made no answer but that
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which his eyes returned, and she added, still more con
fidently smiling :“Tell my cousin yoursel f : I give you
leave . She says she used to play with you when you werechildren.
”
She made way for him by pushing back her chair, andpromptly
,and a little ostentatiously, with the desire that
the whole house should see what he was doing, Archerseated himself at the Countess Olenska
’
s side .“We did use to play together, didn
’t we P” she asked,turning her grave eyes to his . “
You were a horrid boy,and ki ssed me once behind a door ; but it was your cousinVandie Newland, who never looked at me, that I was inlove with .
” Her glance swept the horse-shoe curve o fboxes . “Ah
,how this brings it all back to me—I see
everybody here in knickerbockers and pantalettes,
”she
said, with her trailing slightly foreign accent, her eyesreturning to his face .Agreeable as their expression was
,the young man was
shocked that they should reflect so unseemly a picture o f the august tribunal before which, at that verymoment, her case was being tried . Nothing could b ein worse taste than misplaced flippancy ; and he answeredsomewhat stiffly:
“Yes, you have been away a very longtime .”
“Oh, centuries and centuries ; so long, she said,
that I ’m sure I ’m dead and buried,and this dear o ld
place i s heaven which, for reasons he could not define, struck Newland Archer as an even more disrespectful way of describing New York society.
T invariably happened in the same way.
Mrs . Julius Beaufort, on the night of her annualb all, never failed to appear at the Opera ; indeed, she
always gave her ball on an Opera night in order to
emphasise her complete superiority to household cares,and her possession o f a staff o f servants competent to
o rganise every detail o f the entertainment in her absence.The Beauforts’ house was one o f the few in New Yorkthat posse ssed a b al l-room ( it antedated even Mrs.Manson ‘IVIingott
’
s and the Headly Chive rse s) ; and at
a time when it was beginning to b e thought “provincial”
to put a crash”(over the drawing-room floor and move
the furniture upstairs, the possession o f a ballroom thatwas used for no other purpose, and left for three-hundred—and-sixty-four days of the year to shuttered darkness, with its gilt chairs stacked in a corner and its chande lier in a bag ; this undoubted superiority was felt tocompensate for whatever was regrettable in the Beaufort past .
b
Mrs . Archer, who was fond o f coining her socialphilosophy into axioms, had once said : “We all haveour pet common people and though the phrase was adaring one , its truth was secretly admitted in manyan exclusive bosom . But the Beauforts were not exactlycommon ; some people said they we re even worse. Mrs .Beaufort belonged indeed to one o f America’s most honout ed fami lies ; she had been the lovely Regina Dallas
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( of the South Carol ina branch), a penniless beauty introduced to New York society by her cousin, the
p rudent Medora Manson, who was always doing the
wrong thing from the right motive . When one was
related to the Mansons and the Rushworths one had a“droit de cité
"(as Mr . Sille rton Jackson, who had ft c
quented the Tuileries, called it) in New York society ;b ut did one not forfeit it in marrying Julius Beaufort ?
The question was : who was Beaufort ? He passedfor an Englishman, was agreeable, handsome, il l-tempered, hospitable and witty. He had come to Americawith letters o f recommendation from old Mrs . MansonM ingott
’
s English son-in-law,the banke r, and had speed
ily made hims el f an important position in the world o f
affairs ; but his habits were dissipated, his tongue wasbitter, his antecedents were mysterious ; and when Me
dora Manson announced her cousin’s engagement tohim it was felt to be one more act o f folly in poorMedora’s long record o f imprudences .But folly is as often justified o f her children as wis
dom, and two years after young Mrs . Beaufort’s mar
riage it was admitted that she had themost distinguishedhouse in New York. No one knew exactly how the
miracle was accomplished . She was indolent, passive,the caustic even called her dull ; but dressed like an
idol , hung with pearls, growing younger and blonderand more beautiful each year
,she throned inMr. Beau
fort’s heavy brown-stone palace,and drew al l the world
there without li fting her jewelled little finger. Theknowing people said it was Beaufort himself who trainedthe servants, taught the chef new dishes , told the garde net s what hot-house flowers to grow for the dinnertable and the drawing-rooms, selected the guests , brewedthe after-dinner punch and dictated the little notes his
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w ife wrote to her friends . If he did, these domesticactivities were privately performed, and he presentedto the world the appe arance o f a careless and hospitablemillionaire strolling into his own drawing-room with thedetachment of an invited guest
,and saying : “My wife’s
gloxinias are a marvel, aren’t they ? I believe she gets
them out from Kew .
”
Mr. Beaufort’s secret
,people were agreed
,was the
way he carried things o ff . It was all very well towhisper that he had been helped” to leave England by
'
the international banking-house in which he had be enemployed ; he carried o ff that rumour as easily as therest—though New York’ s business conscience was no
less sensitive than its moral standard —he carried everything before him
,and all N ew York into his drawing
rooms, and for over twenty y ears now people had saidthey were “going to the Beauforts’ ” with the sametone o f security as if they had said they were going toMrs . Manson Mingott
’
s, and with the added satisfac
tion o f knowing they would get hot canvas-back ducksand vintage wines, instead o f tepid Veuve Clicquot without a year and warmed-up croquettes from Ph i ladelphia .Mrs . Beaufort, then, had as usual appe ared in her box
just before the Jewel Song ; and when , again as usual,she rose at the end o f the third act , drew her operacloak about her lovely shoulders
,and disappeared, New
York knew that meant that half an hour later the ballwould begin .
The Beaufort house was one that New Yorkers wereproud to show to foreigners, especially on the night o fthe annual ball . The Beauforts had been among the
first people in New York to own their own red velvetcarpet and have it rolled down the steps by their own
footmen, under their own awning, instead o f hiring it
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w ith the supper and the ball-room chairs . They had
also inaugurated the custom o f letting the ladies taketheir cloaks off in the hall, instead o f shuffling up to thehostess’s bedroom and recurling their hair with the aid
o f the gas-burner ; Beaufort was understood to have
said that he supposed al l his wife’s friends had maids
who saw to it that they were properly coifl’ées when
they left home .Then the house had be en boldly planned w ith a bal l
room, so that, instead o f squee zing through a narrow
passage to get to it (as at the Chive rse s’
) one marched
solemnly down a vista of enfiladed drawing-rooms ( thesea-green
,the crimson and the b outond’or), seeing from
afar the many-candled lustres reflected in the polished
parquetry,and beyond that the depths o f a conserva
tory where camellias and tree- ferns arched their costly
foliage over seats o f black and gold bamboo.Newland Archer, as became a young man o f his
position,strolled in somewhat late . He had left his
overcoat with the silk-stock inged footmen (the stockingswere one o f Beaufort ’s few fatuities), had dawdleda while in the library hung with Spanish leather andfurnished with Buhl and malachite
,where a few men
were chatting and putting on their dancing-gloves, and
had finally j oined the line o f guests whom Mrs . Beaufort
was receiving on the threshold o f the crimson drawingroom.
Archer was distinctly nervous . He had not gone backto his club after the Opera (as the young bloods usuallydid), but, the night being fine
,had walked for some dis
tance up Fifth Avenue before turning back in the dircetion o f the Beauforts’ house . He was definitely afraidthat the Mingotts might b e going too far ; that, in fact,
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they m ight have Granny‘Mingott
’
s orders to bring theCou ntess Olenska. to the ball .From the tone of the club box he had pe rceived howgrave a mistake that would be ; and, though he was morethan ever determined to “see the thing through
,
” hefelt less chivalrously eager to champion his betrothed
’scousin than before thei r brief talk at the Opera .
Wandering on to the b outond’or drawing-room (WhereBeaufort had had the audacity to hang
“Love VicEtorious ,
” the much-discussed nude of Bouguereau)Archer found Mrs . Welland and her daughter standing near the ball-room door. Couples were already gliding over the floor beyond : the l ight of the wax candlesfell on revolving tulle skirts
, on girlish heads wreathed ’
with modest blossoms,on the dashing aigrettes and
ornaments of the young marf' ied women’ s c oifiures, andon the glitter o f highly glazed shirt- fronts and freshglacé gloves .Miss Welland
,evidently about to jo in the dancers,
hung on the threshold,her lilies-o f-the-valley in her
hand ( she carried no other bouquet), her face a littlepale, her eyes burning with a candid excitement . A groupo f young men and girls were gathered about her, andthere was much hand- c lasping, laughing and pleasantry
on which Mrs . Welland, standing slightly apart, shedthe beam of a qualified approval . It was evident thatMiss Welland was in the act of announcing her en
gagement,while her mother aff ected the air o f parental
reluctance considered suitable to the occasion .
Archer paused a moment . It was at his express wishthat the announcement had been made
,and yet it was
not thus that he would have wished to have his happinessknown . To proclaim it in the heat and noise o f acrowded ball-room was to rob it o f the fine bloom o f
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“Yes,I know . She met his glance comprehendingly.
But after all—even here we’re alone together,aren’t
we ?”“Oh
,dearest—always l” Archer cried .
Evidently she was always going to understand ; she
was always go ing to say the right thing . The discove ry made the cup of his bliss overflow, and he wentongaily : “The worst of it i s that I want to kiss you andI can ’t.” As he spoke he took a swi ft glance about thec onservatory
,assured himself o f their momentary privacy,
and catching her to him laid a fugitive pressure on herlips . To counteract the audacity of this proceeding heled her to a bamboo sofa in a less secluded part o f theconservatory, and sitting down beside her broke a lilyo f-the-valley from her bouquet . She sat silent. and theworld lay like a sunlit valley ht their feet .
“Did you tell my cousin Ellen she asked presently,as i f she spoke through a dream .
He roused himself,and remembered that he had not
done so . Some invincible repugnance to speak of suchthings to the strange foreign woman had checked thewords on this lips .
“No—I hadn’t the chance after all, he said, fib b inghastily .
“Ah . She looked disappointed, but gently resolvedon gaining her point . “You must
,then
,for I didn ’t
either ; and I shouldn’t like her to think
“Of course not. But aren’t you, after all, the person
to do it ? ”
She pondered on this . I f I ’d done it at the righttime
,yes : but now that there’s been a delay I think you
must explain that I ’d asked you to tell he r at the Opera,before our speaking about it to everybody here. Other
wise she might think I had forgotten her. You see, she’
s
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one o f the family, and she’s been away so long that she’s
rather—sensitive .”
Archer looked at her glowingly. Dear and great
angel ! Of course I’l l tell her.” He glanced a trifle
apprehensively toward the crowded ball-room .
“But Ihaven ’t seen her yet . Has she come
“No at the last minute she decided not to .
“At the last m inute ? ” he echoed , betraying his sur
p ri se that she should ever have considered the alternative possible .
“Yes . She’s awfully fond of dancing, the younggirl answered simply. But suddenly she made up he rm ind that her dress wasn’t smart enough for a bali,though we thought it so lovely ; and so my aunt had totake her home
“Oh,well said Archer with happy indiff erence .
Nothing about his betrothed pleased him more than herresolute determ ination to carry to its utmost limit thatritual o f ignoring the “unpleasant” in which they hadboth been brought up .
“She knows as well as I do, he reflected,“the real
reason o f her cousin’s staying away ; but I shall neverlet her see by the least sign that I am conscious o f therebeing a shadow of a shade on poor Ellen Olenska’s
N the course o f the next day the first of the usual b etrothal visits were exchanged . The New York ritual
was precise and inflexible in such matters ; and in con«
formity with it Newland Archer first went with his
mother and sister to call on Mrs . Welland, after whichhe and Mrs . Welland and May drove out to old Mrs .Manson Mingott
’
s to receive that venerable ancestress’ sblessing.
A visit to Mrs . Manson Mingott was always an amusing episode to the young man . The house in itselfwas already an historic document, though not, of course,as venerable as certain other old family houses in University Place and lower Fifth Avenue . Those were o f
the purest 1830,with a grim harmony of cabbage-rose
garlanded carpe ts,rosewood consoles, round-arched fire
places with black marble mantels, and immense glazedbook-cases of mahogany ; whereas o ld Mrs . Mingott, who
had built her house later,had b odily cast out the massive
furniture of her prime, and mingled with the Mingott
heirlooms the frivolous upholstery o f the Second Empire . It was her habit to sit in a window of her sittingroom on the ground floor
,as i f watching calmly for
l i fe and fashion to flow northward to her solitary doors .
She seemed in no hurry to have them come, for her pa
tience was equalled by her confidence . She was surethat presently the hoardings
,the quarries
,the one -story
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saloons, the wooden green-houses in ragged gardens ,and the rocks from which goats surveyed the scene,would vani sh before the advance o f residences as statelyas her own—perhaps ( for she was an impartial woman)e ven statelier ; and that the cobblestones over which the
o ld clattering omnibuses bumped would be replaced bysmooth asphalt, such as people reported having seen in
Pari s . Meanwhile, as every one she cared to see came
to her (and she could fill her rooms as easily as theBeauforts
,and without adding a single item to the menu
o f her suppers), she did not suff er from her geographic
i solation .
The immense ac cretion o f flesh which had descended onhe r in middle li fe like a flood o f lava on a doomed c ityhad changed her from a plump active li ttle woman with
a neatly-turned foot and ankle into something as vastand august as a natural phenomenon . She had accepted
‘
this submergence as philosophically as all her othertrials, and now,
in extreme old age, was rewarded bypresenting to her mirror an almost unwrinkled expanseo f firm pink and white flesh
,in the centre o f which the
trace s o f a small face surv ived a s i f awaiting excavation.
A flight o f smooth double chins led down to the dizzydepths o f a still-snowy bosom veiled in snowy muslinsthat were held in place by a miniature portrait o f the late :Mr. Mingott ; and around and below,
wave after wave o fblack silk surged away over the edges o f a capaciousarmchair, with two tiny white hands poised like gullsonthe surfac e o f the billows .The burden o f Mrs . Manson Mingott
’
s flesh had long,
since made it impossible for her to go up and downstairs, and with characteristic independence she hadmade her reception rooms upstairs and established herself
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on the ground floor of her house ; so that, as you saf inher s itting-room window with her
,you caught (through
a door that was always Open , and a looped-back yellowdamask portiere) the unexpected vista Of a bedroom withhuge low bed upholstered like a sofa, and a toilets
table with frivolous lace flounc e s and a gilt-framedmirror.Her visitors were startled and fascinated by the for
e ignne ss o f this arrangement, which re cal led scenesinFrench fiction
,and architectural incentives to immor
ality such as the simple American had never dreamedo f . That was how women with lovers lived in the wickedOld societies
,in apartments with all the rooms On one
floor,and al l the indecent propinquities that the ir novels
describ ed . It amused Newland Archer (who had secre tlysituated the love-scenes of “Monsieur de Camors” inMrs . Mingott
’
s bedroom) to picture her b lameless lifel ed in the stage-setting o f adultery ; but he said to hims el f, with considerable admiration, that if a lover hadbeen what she wanted
,the intrepid woman would have
had him too .
To the general relief the Countess Olenska was notpresent in her grandmother ’s drawing-room during thevisit Of the betrothed couple . Mrs . Mingott said she hadgone out ; which , on a day of such glaring sunlight, and atthe
“shopp ing hour,” seemed in itsel f an indelicate
thing for a compromised woman to do . But at any
rate it spared them the embarrassment o f her presence ,and the faint shadow that her unhappy past mightseem to shed on their radiant future . The visitwent Off successfully
,as was to have been expected .
Old Mrs . Mingott was delighted with the engagement ,which, being long foreseen by watchful relatives, hadbeen c arefully pas sed upon in family c ouncil ; and the
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engagement ring, a large thick sapphire set in invisible
c laws, met with her unqualified admiration .
“It’s the new setting :o f course it shows the stone beaul tifully, but it looks a little bare to old-fashioned eyes,
”
Mrs . Welland had explained, with a conciliatory sideglance at her future son-in-law .
“Old-fashioned eyes ? I hOpe you don’t mean mine,
my dear ? I like all the noveltie s,” said the ancestress,
lifting the stone to her small bright orbs, which no glasseshad ever disfigured. “Very handsome, she added,returning the jewel ;
“very liberal . In my time a cameoset in pearl s was thought sufficient . But it’s the handthat sets off the ring, isn
’t it,my dear Mr. Archer ?”
and she waved one Of her tiny hands, with small pointednails and rolls o f aged fat encircling the wrist like ivorybracelets . “Mine was modell ed in Rome by the greatFe rrigiani. You should have May’s done : no doubthe’ ll have it done
,my child . Her hand i s large—it’s
these modern sports that spread the jo ints—but the skinis white—And when’s the wedding to be ? ” she broke Off ,fixing her eyes on Archer’s face .
“Oh Mrs . Welland murmured, while the youngman, smiling at his betrothed, replied :
“As soon as everit can, i f only you
’ ll back me up , Mrs . Mingott .
”
“We must give them time to get to know each other alittle better, mamma, Mrs . Welland interposed
,
with the proper aff ectation o f reluctance ; to which theancestress rej oined : “Know each other ? Fiddle sticks l
Everybody in New York has always known everybody.Let the young man have his way
,my dear ; don
’
t o wait‘
ti ll the bubble ’s Off the wine . Marry them before Lent ;I may catch pneumonia any winter now,
and I want to
give the wedding-breakfast .”
These successive statements were re ceived with the
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proper expressions of amusement, incredulity and gratitude ; and the visit was breaking up in a vein of mildpleasantry when the door opened to admit the CountessOlenska, who entered in bonnet and mantle followedby the unexpected figure of Julius Beaufort .There was a cousinly murmur of pleasure between theladies, and Mrs . Mingott held out Fe rrigiani
’
s modelto the banker . Ha ! Beaufort, this i s a rare favour !
”
( She had an odd foreign way of addressing men by theirsurnames . )
“Thanks . I wish it might happen Oftener, said thevisitor in his easy arrogant way.
“I ’m generally sotied down ; but I met the Countess Ellen in MadisonSquare, and she was good enough to let me walk homewith her . ”
“Ah—I hope the house will be gayer, now that Ellen’ s
here !” cried Mrs . Mingott with a glorious eff rontery .
Sit down—sit down , Beaufort : push up the yellowarmchair ; now I
’ve got you I want a good gossip . Ihear your ball was magnificent ; and I understand youinvited Mrs . Lemuel Struthers ? Well—I ’ve a curiosityto see the woman myself .”
She had forgotten her relatives, who were driftingout into the hall under Ellen Olenska’s guidance . OldMrs . Mingott had always professed a great admiration forJulius Beaufort
,and there was a kind Of kinship in their
cool domineering way and their short-cuts through theconventions . Now she was eagerly curious to knowwhat had decided the Beauforts to invite ( for the firsttime) Mrs . Lemuel Struthers, the widow of Struthers
’sShoe-polish
,who had returned the previous year from a
long initiatory sojourn in Europe to lay siege to the tightlittle citadel of New York .
“Of course if you and Regina invite her the thing is settled . Well, we need new
[281
HE next evening O ld Mr . Sille rton Jackson came todine with the Archers .
Mrs . Archer was a shy woman and shrank froms ociety ; but she liked to be well- informed as to its doings .H e r Old friend Mrs Sille rton Jackson applied to theinvestigation of his friends ’ affairs the patience of acollector and the science o f a naturalist ; and his sister,Miss Sophy Jackson
,who lived with him
,and was enter
tained by all the people who could not secure her muchs ought-after brother, brought home bits of minor gossipthat filled out usefully the gaps in his picture .Therefore
,whenever anything happened that Mrs .
Archer wanted to know about,she asked ‘Mr. Jackson to
line ; and as she honoured few people with her invitations
,and as she and her daughter Janey were an excel
lent audience, Mr . Jackson usually came himself insteado f sending his s ister. I f he could have dictated all theconditions, he would have chosen the evenings when Newland was out ; not because the young man was uncongenial to him (the two got on capitally at their club) butbecause the Old anecdotist sometimes felt
,on Newland’s
p art, a tendency to weigh his evidence that the ladiesO f the family never showed .
Mr. Jackson,i f perfection had been attainable on earth,
would also have asked that Mrs . Archer’s food should b ea little b etter. But then New York, as far back as the
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;m ind of man could travel, had been divided into the twogreat fundamental groups o f the Mingotts and Mansonsand al l their clan
,who cared about eating and clothes
and money,and the Archer-Newland-van-der-Luyden
tribe,who were devoted to travel , horticulture and the best
fiction,and looked down onthe grosser forms o f pleasure .
You couldn’t have everything,after all . I f you dined
with the Lovell Mingotts you got canvas-back and terrapin and vintage wines ; at Adeline Archer
’s you couldtalk about Alpine scenery and “The Marble Faun” ; andluckily the Archer Madeira had gone round the Cape .Therefore when a friendly summons came from Mrs .Archer
,Mr. Jackson, who was a true eclectic, would
usually say to his sister : “I ’ve been a little gouty sincemy last dinner at the Lovell Mingotts
’—it will do me goodto diet at Adeline’s .”
Mrs . Archer, who had long been a widow,lived with
her son and daughter in West Twenty-eighth Street . An
upper floor was dedicated to Newland,and the two
women squeezed themselves into narrower quarters b elow . In an unclouded harmony o f tastes and intereststhey cultivated ferns in Wardian cases
,made macramé
lace and wool embroidery on linen,collected American
revolutionary glazed ware,subscrib ed to “Good Words,
”
and read Ouida’ s novels for the sake O f the Italian at
mosphe re . (They preferred those about peasant life,be cause o f the descriptions o f scenery and the pleasantersentiments, though in general they liked novels aboutpeople in society, whose motives and habits were morecomprehensible, spoke severely o f Dickens , who
“hadnever drawn a gentleman
,
” and considered Thackerayless at home in the great world than Bulwer—who,however, was beginning to be thought Old-fashioned. )Mrs . and Miss Archer were both great lovers of
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s cenery. It was what they principally sought and ad
m ired ou their ‘ occasional travels abroad ; consideringarchitecture and painting as subjects for men
,and chiefly
f or learned persons who read Ruskin . Mrs . Archerhad been born a Newland , and mother and daughter,who were as like as sisters
,were both
,as people said,
“ true Newlands” ; tall, pale, and slightly round- should~
c red, with long noses, sweet smiles and a kind o f drooping distinction like that in certain faded Reynolds port raits . Their physical resemblance would have beencomplete i f an elderly emb onpoint had not stretched Mrs .Archer’s black brocade
,while Miss Archer’ s brown and
purple poplins hung, as the years went on, more andmore slackly on her virgin frame .Mentally
,the likeness between them
,as Newland was
aware, was less complete than their identical mannerismsO ften made it appear. The long habit o f l iving togetherin mutually dependent intimacy had given them the samevocabulary
,and the same habit o f beginning their phrases
“Mother thinks” or“Janey thinks ,
” according as one or
the other wished to advance an Opinion o f her own ; butin reality
,while Mrs . Archer
’s serene unimaginativeness
rested easily in the accepted and familiar, Janey was sub‘
j e ct to starts and aberrations o f fancy welling up fromsprings o f suppressed romance .Mother and daughter adored each other and revered
their son and brother ; and Archer loved them with a tenderness made compunctious
’
and uncritical by the sense Oftheir exaggerated admiration
,and by his secret satis fac
tion in it. After all, he thought it a good thing for a manto have his authority respected in his own house, even i fhis sense o f humour sometimes made him question theforce O f his mandate .On
.this Oc casion the young man was very sure that Mr.
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Jacksonwould rather have had him dine out ; but he hadhis own reasons for not doing so .
Of course o ld Jackson wanted to talk about Ellen
O lenska, and o f course Mrs . Archer and Janey wantedto hear what he had to tell . All three would be slightlyembarrassed by Newland
’s presence, now that hi s pro
spe ctive relation to the Mingott clan had been madeknown ; and the young man waited with an amused curi
o sity to see how they would turn the difficulty.
They began, obliquely, by talking about Mrs . LemuelStruthers .
“It’s a pity the Be auforts asked her,
” Mrs . Archer said
gently .
“But then Regina always doe s what he tells her ;
Certain nuance s escape Beaufort, said Mr. Jackson,cautiously inspecting the broiled shad, and wondering forthe thousandth time why Mrs . Archer’s cook alwaysburnt the roe to a cinder. (Newland , who had longshared his wonder
,could always detect it in the older
man’s expression of melancholy disapproval .)“Oh
,necessarily ; Beaufort is a vulgar man, said Mrs .
Archer . “My grandfather Newland always used to sayto my mother : ‘Whatever you do, don
’t let that fellowBeaufort be introduced to the girls . ’ But at least he
’
s
had the advantage o f associating with gentlemen ; in England too, they say. It’s all very mysterious She
glanced at Janey and paused . She and Janey knew every,
fold o f the Beaufort mystery,but in public Mrs . Archer
continued to assume that the subj ect was not one for theunmarri ed .
“But this Mrs . Struthers , Mrs . Archer continued ;what did you say she was
, Sille rton“Out O f a mine : o r rather out o f the saloon at the
head Of the pit . Then with Living Wax-Works, touring
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New England . After the police broke that up,they say
she lived Mr. Jackson in his turn glanced at Janey,whose eyes began to bulge from under her prominentlids . There were still hiatuses for her in Mrs . Struthers’spast .
“Then , Mr. Jackson continued (and Archer saw hewas wondering why no one had told the butler never tos lice cucumbers with a steel knife),
“then Lemuel Struthers came along. They say his advertiser used the girl ’shead for the shoe-polish posters ; her hair
’s intenselyblack, you know—the Egyptian style . Anyhow,
he
eventually—married her.” There were volumes o f in
nuendo in the way the “eventually” was spaced, and eachsyllable given its due stress .If
“Oh, well—at the pass we’ve come to nowadays , itdoesn ’t matter,
” said Mrs . ‘ Archer indiff erently. Theladies were not really interested in Mrs . Struthers justthen ; the subject o f Ellen Olenska was too fresh and tooabsorbing to them . Indeed, Mrs . Struthers
’s name hadbeen introduced by Mrs . Archer only that she might
pre sently b e able to say : And Newland’s new
_
c ousin
Countess Olenska ? Was she at the bal l too ? ”
There was a faint touch o f sarcasm in the reference tohe r son, and Archer knew it and had expected it . EvenMrs . Archer, who was seldom unduly pleased with humanevents
,had been altogether glad o f her son’s engagement.
after that silly business with Mrs . Rushworth,
” as she had remarked to Janey, alluding to whathad once seemed to Newland a tragedy o f which his soulwould always bear the scar . ) There was no bettermatch in New York than May Welland
,look at the ques
tion from whatever point you chose . Of course such a
marriage was only what Newland was entitled to ; butyoung men are so foolish an
'
d incalculable—and some
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women so ensnaring and unscrupulous—that it was noth-s
ing short o f a miracle to see one’s only son safe past the
S iren Isle and in the haven o f a blameless domesticity .
All this Mrs . Archer felt, and her son knew she felt
b ut he knew also that she had been perturbed by the
p remature announcement o f his engagement, or rather
b y its cause ; and it was for that reason—because on thewhole he was a tender and indulgent master—that he hadstayed at home that evening.
“It’s not that I don ’t ap
p rove o f the Mingotts’
esprit de corps ; but why New
land’s engagement should be mixed up with that Olenska
w oman’s comings and goings I don’t see , Mrs . Archer
grumbled to Janey, the only witness of her slight lapsesfrom perfect sweetnes s .She had be haved beauti fully—and in beauti ful b e
h aviour she was unsurpassed—during the call on Mrs .W elland ; but Newland knew (and his betrothed doubtless guessed) that all through the vi sit she and Janeywere nervously on the watch for Madame Olenska’s possible intrusion ; and when they left the house togethers he had permitted herself to say to her son : “I ’m thankful that Augusta Welland received us alone .These indications o f inward disturb ance moved Archer
the more that he too felt that the Mingotts had gone alittle too far . But, as it was against all the rules of theircode that the mother and son should ever allude to whatwas uppermost in their thoughts
,he simply replied : “Oh
,
well, there’s always a phase o f family parties to be gone
through when one gets engaged,and the sooner it ’s over
the better.” At which his mother merely pursed her lipsunder the lace veil that hung down from her grey velvetb onnet trimmed with frosted grapes .Her revenge, he felt—her lawful revenge—would b e
to“draw ” Mr . Jackson that evening on the Countess
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Olenska and, having publicly done his duty as a futuremember o f the Mingott clan, the young man had no Oh
j e ction to hearing the lady discussed in private—exceptthat the subj ect was already beginning to bore him .
Mr. Jackson had helped himsel f to a slice o f the tepid
file t which the mournful butler had handed him with alook as sceptical as his own
,and had rej ected the mush
room sauce after a scarcely perceptible sniff . He lookedbaffled and hungry
,and Archer reflected that he would
probably finish his meal onEllen Olenska.
‘Mr. Jackson leaned back in hi s chair, and glanced upat the candlelit Archers, Newlands and van der Luydenshanging in dark frames on the dark walls .
“Ah, how your grandfather Archer loved a good dinne r, my dear Newland he said
,his eyes on the portrait
o f a plump full-chested youiig man in a stock and a bluecoat
,with a view of a white-co lumned country-house b e
hind him .
“Well—well—well I wonder what hewould have said to al l these foreign marriages !”
Mrs . Archer ignored the allusion to the ancestral cuisine and Mr. Jackson continued with deliberation : “
NO,
she i was not at the ball .”“Ah “Mrs . Archer murmured, in a tone that implied : She had that decency .
”
“Perhaps the Beauforts don’t know he r,Janey sug
gested, with her artless malice.Mr . Jackson gave a faint sip, as i f he had been tasting
invisible Madeira . “Mrs . Beaufort may not—but Beaufort certainly does
,for she was seen walking up Fi fth
Avenue this afternoon with him by the whole o f NewYork .
”
“Mercy moaned Mrs . Archer, evidently p e rc e iving the uselessness of trying to ascribe the actions o f fore igners to a sense Of delicacy.
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who had disgraced herself ? She’s ‘poor Ellen’ certainly,because she had the bad luck to make a wretched marriage but I don
’t see that that’s a reason for hiding herhead as i f she were the culprit .”
“That, I suppose,"said Mr . Jackson, speculatively, is
the line the Mingotts mean to take .”
The young man reddened .
“I didn’t have to wait fortheir cue, i f that
’ s what you mean,sir . Madame O lenska
has had an unhappy li fe : that doesn’t make her an outcast .
“There are rumours,began Mr . Jackson, glancing at
‘Janey.
“Oh, I know : the secretary, the young man took himup . Nonsense, mother ; Janey
’s grown-up . They say,don’ t they
,
” he went on,
“that the secretary helped herto get away from her b rute
.
o f a husband,who kept her
practically a prisoner ? Well,what i f he did ? I hope
there isn’t a man among us who wouldn’t have done thesame in such a case .”
Mr . Jackson glanced over his shoulder to say to the
sad butler : “Perhaps that sauce just a little,after all then, having helped himsel f, he remarked“I ’m told she’s looking for a house . She means to livehere.
“I hear she means to get a divorce, said Janey boldly .
I hope she will Archer exclaimed .
The word had fallen like a bombshell in the pure andtranquil atmosphere o f the Archer dining-room . Mrs .Archer raised her delicate eye-brows in the particularcurve that signified : “The butler and the youngman , himsel f mindful o f the bad taste O f discussing suchintimate matters in public
,hastily branched o ff into an
account o f his visit to old Mrs . Mingott.
After dinner,according to immemorial custom,
Mrs.
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Archer and Janey trailed their long silk draperies up tothe drawing-room
,where
,while the gentlemen smoked
below stairs,they sat beside a Carcel lamp with an en
graved globe,facing each other across a rosewood work
table with a green silk bag under it, and stitched at thetwo ends o f a tapestry band Of fie ld-flowe rs destined toadorn an “occasional” chair in the drawing-room of youngMrs . Newland Archer.While this rite was in progress in the drawing-room ,
Archer settled Mr. Jackson in an armchair near the firein the Gothic library and handed him a cigar . Mr . Jackson sank into the armchair with satisfaction, l it his cigarwith perfect confidence ( it was Newland who boughtthem), and stretching his thin old ankles to the coals,said : “
You say the secretary merely helped her t ) getaway
,my dear fellow ? Well
,he was stil l helping her a
year later, then ; for somebody met’em living at Lausanne
together .”
Newland reddened . Living together ? Well,why
not ? Who had the right to make her li fe over i f shehadn’t ? I ’m sick o f the hypocri sy that would bury alive awoman o f her age i f her husband prefers to l ive withh arlots .”
He stopped and turned away angrily to light his cigar.Women ought to be free—as free as we are
,
” he dec lared, making a discovery o f which he was too i rritatedto measure the terrific consequences .Mr. Sille rton Jackson stretched his ankles nearer thecoals and emitted a sardonic whistle .
“Well,” he said after a pause
,
“apparently Count Olenski takes your view ; for I never heard Of his havingli fted a finger to gethis wife back .
”
HAT evening, after Mr. Jackson had taken himselfaway
,and the ladies had retired to their Chintz-cur
tained bedroom,Newland Archer mounted thoughtfully
to his own study. A vigilant hand had , as usual, kept thefire alive and the lamp trimmed ; and the room, with itsrows and rows o f books, its bronze and steel statuettesOf “The Fencers” on the mantelpiece and its many photographs o f famous pictures, looked singularly home-likeand welcoming.
As he dropped into his armchair near the fire his eyesrested on a large photograph of May Welland, which the
young girl had given him in the first days o f theirromance, and which had now displaced all the other portraits On the table . With a new sense O f awe he lookedat the frank forehead, serious eyes and gay innocentmouth o f the young creature whose soul’s custodian hewas to be. That terri fying product Of the social systemhe belonged to and believed in, the young girl who knewnothing and expected everything, looked back at himlike a stranger through May Welland’s familiar features ;and once more it was bo rne in onhim that marriage wasnot the safe anchorage he had been taught to think,but a voyage on uncharted seas .The case o f the Countess Olenska had stirred up Old
settled convictions and set them drifting dangerouslythrough his mind . His own exclamation : “Womenshould be free —as free as we are,” struck to the root of
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a problem that it was agreed in his world to regard as
non-existent . Nice” women , however wronged , wouldnever claim the kind o f freedom he meant, and generousminded men like himself were therefore—in the heat o fargument—the more chivalrously ready to concede it tothem. Such verbal generosities were in fact only a humbugging disguise o f the inexorable conventions that tiedthings together and bound people down to the o ld pattern . But here he was pledged to defend, on the part o f
his betrothed’s cousin, conduct that, on his own wife’spart
,would justify him in calling down on her al l the
thunders o f Church and State . Of course the dilemmawas purely hypothetical ; since he wasn
’t a blackguardPolish nobleman
,it was absurd to speculate what his
wife’s rights would be if he were . But Newland Archerwas too imaginative not to feel that, in his case and May
’s ,the tie might gall for reasons far less gross and palpable .What could he and she really know o f each other, sinceit was his duty, as a decent fellow , to conceal his pastfrom her
,and hers, as a marriageable girl, to have no past
to conceal ? What i f, for some one o f the subtler reasonsthat would tell with both o f them, they should tire o f
e ach other, misunderstand or irritate each other ? Hereviewed his friends’ marriages—the supposedly happyones—and saw none that answered
,even remotely
,to the
passionate and tender comradeship which he pictured as
his permanent relation withMay Welland . He perceivedthat such a picture presupposed
, on her part, the ex pe rience, the versatility, the freedom Of judgment, which shehad been carefully trained not to possess ; and with ashive r o f foreboding he saw his marriage becoming whatmost o f the other marriages about him were : a dull assoc iation o f material and social interests held together byignorance on the one side and hypocri sy on the other .
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Lawrence Lefferts occurred to him as the husband whohad most completely realised this enviable ideal . As b ecame the high-priest o f form, he had formed a wife socompletely to his own convenience that, in the most con
sp icuous moments o f his frequent love-affairs with othermen’s wives
,she went about in smiling unconsciousness,
saying that “Lawrence was so frightfully strict” ; andhad been known to blush indignantly
,and avert her gaze,
when some one alluded in her presence to the fact that
Julius Beaufort (as became a“ foreigner” o f doubtful
origin) had what was known in New York as“another
e stablishment .”
Archer tried to console himsel f with the thought that
he was not quite such an ass as Larry Lefferts,nor May
‘ such a simpleton as poor Gertrude ; but the diff erence was
after al l one o f intelligence and not o f standards . Inr eality they all l ived in a kind Of hieroglyphic world,w here the real thing was never said or done or even
t hought, but only represented by a set o f arbitrary signs ;as when Mrs . Welland, who knew exactly why Archer
h ad pressed her to announce her daughter’s engagement
at the B eaufort ball (and had indeed expected him to do
no less), yet felt obliged to simulate reluctance, and the
air o f having had her hand forced, quite as, in the books
on Primitive Man that people of advanced culture were
beginning to read,the savage bride is dragged with
shrieks from her parents ’ tent .The result
,of course
,was that the young girl who was
the centre o f this elaborate system Of mystification re
mained the more inscrutable for her very frankness anda ssurance. She was frank, poor darling, because she hadnothing to conceal, assured because she knew of nothing
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than this, she was to be plunged overnight into what
people evasively called“the facts o f l i fe .”
The young man was sincerely but placidly in love . He
delighted in the radiant good looks o f his betrothed, inher health
,her horsemanship
,her grace and quickness at
games,and the shy interest in books and ideas that she
was beginning to develop under his guidance . (She had
advanced far enough to join him in ridiculing the Idylso f the King, but not to feel the beauty o f Ulysses andthe Lotus Eaters . ) She was straightforward, loyal andbrave ; she had a sense of humour (chiefly proved byher laughing at his jokes) ; and he suspected, in thedepths o f her innocently-gazing soul , a glow of feelingthat it would be a joy to waken . But when he had gonethe brief round o f her he returned discouraged by thethought that al l this frankness and innocence were onlyan artificial product . Untrained human nature was notfrank and innoc ent ; i t was full of the twists and defences o f an instinctive guile . And he felt himself oppressed by this creation o f factitious purity, so cunninglymanufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts andgrandmothers and long-dead ancestresses
,because it was
supposed to be what he wanted, what he had a right to,in order that he might exercise his lordly pleasure insmashing it like an image made o f snow .
There was a certain triteness in these reflections : theywere those habitual to young men on the approach o f
their wedding day . But they were generally accompaniedby a sense o f compunction and sel f-abasement o f whichNewland Archer felt no trace . He could not deplore
f(as Thackeray’s heroes so often exasperated him by
doing) that he had not a blank page to Offer his bride inexchange for the unblemished one she was to give to him .
He could not get away from the fact that if he had be en
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b rought up as she had they would have been no more fitto find their way about than the Babes in the Wood ; nor
could he,for all his anxious cogitations , see any honest
reason (any, that is, unconnected with his ownmomentary pleasure
,and the passion of masculine vanity) why
his bride should not have been allowed the same freedom o f experience as himself .Such questions , at such an hour, were bound to dri ft
through his mind ; but he was conscious that their uncomfortable persistence and precision were due to theinopportune arrival o f the Countess Olenska. Here hewas
,at the very moment o f his betrothal—a moment for
pure thoughts and cloudless hopes—pitchforked into acoi l of scandal which raised al l the special problems hewould have preferred to let lie .
“Hang Ellen Olenskahe grumbled, as he covered his fire and began to un
dress . He could not really see why her fate should havethe least bearing on his ; yet he dimly felt that he hadonly just begun to measure the risks o f the championshipwhich his engagement had forced upon him.
A few days later the bolt fell .The Lovell Mingotts had sent out cards for what was
known as “a formal dinner” (that is, ~ thre e extra footmen, two dishes for each course, and a Roman punch inthe middle), and had headed their invitations with thewords “To meet the Countess Olenska,
” in accordancewith the hospitable American fashion, which treatsstrangers as i f they were royalties
, or at least as theirambassadors .The guests had been selected with a bo ldness and discrimination in which the initiated recognised the firmhand Of Catherine the Great . Associated with such immemorial standbys as the Selfridge Merrys, who were
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sionate ly and authoritatively to his mother ; who , after a‘
painful period O f inward resistance and outward tempori sing
,succumbed to his instances (as she always did), and
immediately embracing his cause with an energy re
doubled by her previous hesitations,put on her grey
velvet bonnet and said : “I’ ll go and see Loui sa van der,Luyden.
”
The New York o f Newland Archer’s day was a smalland slippery pyramid
,in which
,as yet
,hardly a fissure
had been made or a foo thold gained . At its base was afirm foundation o f what Mrs . Archer called “plain people” ; an honourable but obscure majority of respectable families who (as in the case o f the Spicers or theLe ff e rtse s or the Jacksons) had been raised above theirlevel by marriage with one o f the ruling clans . People,Mrs . Archer always said
,
-were not as particular as theyused to b e ; and with old Catherine Spicer ruling one endo f Fifth Avenue
,and Julius Beaufort the other, you
couldn’t expect the old traditions to last much longer .Firmly narrowing upward from this wealthy but inconspicuous substratum was the compact and dominantgroup which the Mingotts, Newlands, Chive rse s and Mansons so actively represented . Most people imagined themto be the very apex of the pyramid ; but they themselves
( at least those Of Mrs . Archer’s generation) were awarethat, in the eyes of the professional genealogist, only astill smaller number o f families could lay claim to thateminence .
“Don’t tell me, Mrs . Archer would say to her children,
all this modern newspaper rubbish about a New Yorkaristocracy. I f there is one , neither the Mingotts nor theMansons belong to it ; no , nor the Newlands or the Chive rses either . Our grandfathers and great-grandfatherswer
.
e just respectable English or Dutch merchants, who
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c ame to the colonies to make their fortune , and stayed
here because they did so well . One of your great-grandfathers signed the Declaration , and another was a general
onWashington’s staff
,and received Ge neral Burgoyne ’s
sword after the battle o f Saratoga . These are things tobe proud o f, but they have nothing to do with rank or
class . New York has always been a commercial community
,and there are not more than three families in it
who can claim an aristocratic origin in the real sense o f
the word .
”
Mrs . Archer and her son and daughter, like every oneelse in New York
,knew who these privileged beings
were : the Dagonets Of Washington Square, who cameo f an Old English county family allied with the Pitts andFoxes ; the Lannings , who had intermarried with the
descendants o f Count de Grasse, and the van der Luydens
,direct descendants o f the first Dutch governor o f
Manhattan,and related by pre-revolutionary marriage s
to several members o f the French and British aristocracy .
The Lannings survived only in the person o f two veryold but lively Miss Lannings, who lived cheerfully and
reminiscently among family portraits and Chippendale ;the Dagone ts were a considerable clan, allied to the bestnames in Baltimore and Philadelphia ; but the van de rLuydens, who stood above all o f them,
had faded into akind o f super-terrestrial twilight
,from which only two
figures impressively emerged ; those O f Mr. and Mrs .Henry van der Luyden.
Mrs . Henry van der Luyden had been Louisa Bagonet ,and her mother had been the granddaughter of Coloneldu Lac , of an old Channel Island family, who had foughtunder Cornwalli s and had settled in Maryland
,after the
war, with his bride, Lady Angelica Trevenna,fifth daugh
ter of the Earl o f St . Austrey . The tie between the
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Dagonets , the du Lacs of Maryland, and their aristocratic Cornish kinsfolk
,the Trevennas
,had always re
mained close and cordial . Mr. and Mrs . van der Luydenhad more than once paid long visits to the present heado f the house of Trevenna, the Duke o f St . Austrey, athis country-seat in Cornwall and at St . Austrey in Glouc e ste rshire ; and his Grace had frequently announced hisintention o f some day returning their visit (without theDuchess
,who feared the Atlantic).
Mr. and Mrs . van der Luyden divided their time b etween Trevenna, their place in Maryland, and Skuytercliff
,the great estate on the Hudson which had been one
o f the colonial grants of the Dutch government to thefamous first Governor
,and Of which Mr . van der Luy
den was still “Patroon .
” Their large solemn house inMadison A venue was s eldom o pened, and when theycame to town they received in it only their mos t intimatefriends .
“I wish you would go with me,Newland, his mother
said, suddenly pausing at the door o f the Brown coupe’
.
“Louisa is fond of you ; and o f course it’s on account of
dear May that I ’m taking this step—and also because, ifwe don’t all stand there ’ll be no such thing asSociety left.
”
RS . HENRY VAN DER LUYDEN listened in si.lence to her cousin Mrs . A rcher ’s narrative .
It was all very well to tell yoursel f in advance that Mrs .vander Luydenwas always silent, and that, though nonc ommittal by nature and training
,she was very kind to
the people she really liked . Even personal experi ence o fthese facts was not always a protection from the chill thatdescended on one in the high-ceilinged white-walled Madis on Avenue drawing-room
,with the pale brocaded arm
c hairs so Obviously uncovered for the occasion, and the
gauze still veiling the ormolu mantel ornaments and theb eautiful old carved frame of Gainsborough ’s “LadyA ngelica du Lac .”
Mrs . van der Luyden’
s portrait by Huntington ( inb lack velvet and Venetian point) faced that o f herlovely ancestress . It was generally considered “as fineas a Cabanel,
” and , though twenty years had elapsed sinceits execution , was still
“a perfect likeness . Indeed theMrs . van der Luyden who sat beneath it listening toMrs . Archer might have been the twin-sister of the fairand still youngi sh woman drooping against a gilt armc hair before a green rep curtain . Mrs . van der Luydenstill wore black velvet and Venetian point when she wentinto society—or rather ( since she never dined out) whenshe threw open her own doors to receive it . Her fairhair, which had faded without turning grey, was still
p arted in flat overlapping points on her forehead, and
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the straight nose that divided her pale blue eyes was onlya little more pinched about the nostrils than when the
portrait had been painted . She always, indeed, struckNewland Archer as having been rather gruesomely preserved in the airless atmosphere of a perfectly irre
proachab le existence, as bodies caught in glaciers keepfor years a rosy life-in-death .
Like all his family, he esteemed and admired Mrs . vander Luyden but he found her gentle b ending sweetnessless approachable than the grimness of some O f hi sm other’s old aunts, fierce spinsters who said “
NO”on
principle before they knew what they were going to b easked .
Mrs . van der Luyden’
s attitude said neither yes norno
,but always appeared to incline to clemency till he r
thin lips,wavering into the shadow of a smile, made the
a lmost invariable reply : “I shall first have to talk thisover with my husband .
She and Mr. van der Luyden were so exactly alikethat Archer Often wondere d how, after forty years o fthe closest conjugality, two such merged identities everseparated themselves enough for anything as c ontrove rsial as a talking-over. But as neither had ever reached adecision without prefacing it by
'
this mysterious conc lave, Mrs . Archer and her son, having set forth theirc ase
,waited resignedly for the familiar phrase.
Mrs . van der Luyden, however, who had seldom surprised -any one , now surprised them by reaching her longhand toward the bell-rope .
“I think,
” she said,
“I should like Henry to hear what
you have told me .”
A footman appeared, to whom she gravely added : I f:Mr. van der Luyden has finished reading the newspaper,
p lease ask him to be kind enough to come .
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She said reading the newspaper in the tone in which'
a Minister’ s wife might have said : Presiding at a Cabinet meeting” - not from any arrogance o f mind, but b e
cause the habit of a li fe-time , and the attitude of herfriends and relations
,had led her to consider Mr . van
der Luyden’
s least gesture as having an almost sacerdotal
importance .Her promptness o f action showed that she consideredthe case as pressing as Mrs . Archer ; but, lest she shouldbe thought to have committed hersel f in advance
,she
added,with the swee test look : “Henry always enjoys
s eeing you , dear Adeline ; and he will wish to congratu
late Newland .
”
The double doo rs had solemnly reopened and b etween them appeared Mr. Henry van der Luyden, tall ,spare and frock-coated, with faded fair hair, a straightnose l ike his wife’s and the same look of frozen gentleness in eyes that were merely pale grey instead of paleblue.Mr . van der Luydengreeted
‘Mrs . Archer with cousinlyafiab ility, proff ered to Newland low-voiced congratulations couched in the same language as his wife’s
,and
s eated himself in one o f the brocade arrnchairs with thes implicity o f a reigning sovereign .
“I had just finished reading the Times , he said, laying his long finge r-tips together .
“In town my morningsa re so much occupied that I find it more convenient toread the newspapers after luncheon .
”
“Ah , there
’s a great deal to be said for that plan—indee d I think my uncle Egmont used to say he found itless agitating not to read the morning papers til l afterd inner,
” said Mrs . Archer responsively.
“Yes : my good father abhorred hurry. But now we
l ive in a constant rush ,” said Mr. van der,
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measured tones, looking with pleasant deliberation about1
the large shrouded room which to Archer Was so completean image of its owners .
“But I hope you had finished your reading,Henry
his wife interposed .
“
Q uite—quite,” he reassured her .
Then I should like Adeline to tell you“Oh
,it’s really Newland’s story,
” said his mothersmiling ; and proceeded to rehearse once more the monstrous tale of the affront inflicted on Mrs . Lovell
Mingott.“Of course
,she ended,
“Augusta Welland and MaryMingott both felt that, especially in view of Newland
’se ngagement, you and Henry ought to know .
”
“Ah said Mr. van der Luyden, drawing a deepbreath .
There was a silence during which the tick of the monumental ormolu clock on the white marble mantelpiecegrew as loud as the boom of a minute-gun . Archer contemplated with awe the two slender faded figures
,seated
s ide by side in a kind of viceregal rigidity, mouth-pieces ?
o f some remote ancestral authority which fate compelledthem to wield
,when they would so much rather have
lived in simplicity and seclusion , digging invisible weedsout o f the perfect lawns of Skuyte rc liff, and playingPatience together in the evenings .Mr. van der Luyden was the first to speak .
“You really think this is due to some —some intentionalinterference o f Lawrence Le ff erts ’s he enquired
,tum
ing to Archer .“I ’m certain of it
,sir. Larry has been going it rather
'
harder than usual lately—a! if cousin Louisa won’t mindmy mentioning it —having rather a stiff aff air with the
postmaster’s wi fe in their village
,or some one o f that
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is backed up by that family it should be consideredfinal .”
“It seems so to me, said his wife, as i f she were produc ing a new thought.
“I had no idem,
” Mr. van der Luyden continued,“that
things had come to such a pass .” He paused,and looked
at his wife again .
“It occurs to me,my dear
,that the
Countess Olenska i s already a sort of relation—throughMedora Manson’s first husband . At any rate
,she will
be whenNewland marries .” He turned toward the youngman.
“Have you read this morning’s Time s , Newland“Why, yes, sir,
” said Archer,who usually tossed off
hal f a dozen papers with his morning coff ee .Husband and wife looked at each other again . Theirpale eyes clung together in prolonged and serious consul~
tation; then a faint smile fluttered over Mrs . van derLuyden
’
s face . She had evidently guessed and approved .
Mr . van der Luyden turned to‘Mrs . Archer. “I f
Louisa’s health allowed her to dine out—J wish youwould say to Mrs . Lovell Mingott—she and I would havebeen happy to—e r—fill the places of the Lawrence Leff e rtse s at her dinner. He paused to let the irony of thissink in .
“As you know,this is impossib le . Mrs . Archer
sounded a sympathetic assent.“But Newland tells me
he has read this morning’s Times ; therefore he has probably seen that Louisa’s relative
,the Duke of St . Austrey,
arrives next wee k on the Russia . He is coming to enterhis new sloop
,the Guinevere, in next summer
’s International Cup Race ; and also to have a little canvasback
shooting at Trevenna.
” Mr . van der Luydenpaused again,and continued with
_increasing benevolence : “Before tak
ing him down to Maryland we are inviting a few friendsto meet him here —only a l ittle dinner—with a reception.
afterward . I am sure Louisa will be as glad as I am if
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Countess Olenska will let us include her among our
guests .” He got Up, bent his long body with a stiff friend
line ss toward his cousin, and added :“I think I have
Louisa’s authority for saying that she will hersel f leave
the invitation to dine when she drives out presently :with
our cards—o f course with our cards .”
Mrs . Archer, who knew this to be a hint that the seven
teen-hand chestnuts which were never kept waiting wereat the door, rose with a hurried murmur of thanks . Mrs .van der Luyden beamed on her with the sm i le o f Estherinterceding with Ahasuerus ; but her husband raised a
protesting hand .
“The re is nothing to thank me for, dear Adeline ; nothing whatever. This kind of thing must not happen inN ew York ; i t shal l not, as long as I can help it,
” he pronounc ed with sovereign gentleness as he steered hisc ousins to the door.Two hours later
,every one knew that the great C
spring barouche in which ‘Mrs . van der Luyden took thea ir at all seasons had been seen at old Mrs . Mingott
’
s'
door, where a large square envelope was handed in ; andthat evening at the Opera Mr. Sille rton Jackson was ableto state that the envelope contained a card inviting theCountess Olenska to the dinner which the van de r Luydens were giving the following week for their cous in,
the Duke of St . Austrey.
Some o f the younger men in the c lub box exchangeda smile at this announcement
,and glanced sideways at
Lawrence Lefferts,who sat carelessly in the front of the
b ox , pull ing his long fair moustache, and who remarkedwith authority, as the soprano paused :
“N0 one but
Patti ought to attempt the Sonnambula.
”
T was ge nerally agree d in New York that the CountessOlenska had “ lost her looks .”
She had appeared there first,in Newland Archer’s
boyhood,as a brill iantly pretty little girl of nine or ten,
o f whom people said that she “ought to be painted .
” Her
parents had been continental wanderers, and after a
roaming babyhood she had lost them both , and been taken
in charge by her aunt, Medora Manson, also a wanderer,
who Was herself returning to New York to“settle down .
”
Poor Medora, repeatedly widowed, was always cominghome to settle down (each time in a less expensive house),and bringing with her a new husband or an adopted childbut after a few months she invariably parted from herhusband or quarrelled with her ward , and, having got rido f her house at a loss, set out again on her wanderings .'
As her mother had been a Rushworth, and her last unhappy marriage had linked her to one o f the crazyChive rse s, New York looked indulgently on her e c centric itie s but when she returned with her little orphanedniece
,whose parents had been popular in spite o f their
regrettable taste for travel, people thought it a pity thatthe pretty child should be in such hands .Every one was disposed to be kind to little Ellen
Mingott, though her dusky red cheeks and tight curl sgave her an air o f gaiety that seemed unsuitable in a chi ldwho should still have been in black for her parents . It
was one o f the misguided Medora’s many peculiarities to,
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flout the unalterable ru les that regulated Americanmourning
,and when she stepped from the steamer her
fam ily were scandalised to see that the crape veil shewore for her own brother was seven inches shorter thanthose of her sisters-in-law ,
while little Ellen was in crimson merino and amber beads, like a gipsy foundling.
But New York had so long resigned itself to “Medorathat only a few old ladies shook their heads over Ellen’ sgaudy clothes, while her other relations fell under thecharm o f her high colour and high spirits . She was afearless and familiar l ittle thing
,who asked disconcerting
questions,made precocious comments, and possessed out
landish arts, such as dancing a Spanish shawl dance andsinging Neapolitan love-songs to a guitar. Under thedirection o f her aunt (whose real name was Mrs . ThorleyChivers
,but who, having received a Papal title, had re
sumed her first husband’s patronyrnic , and called herselfthe Marchioness Manson, because in Italy she could turnit into Manzoni) the little girl received an expensive butincoherent education, which included drawing from the
model,” a thing never dreamed o f before
,and playing the
piano in quintets with professional musicians .Of course no good could come o f this ; and when , a fewyears later
,poor Chivers finally died in a madhouse , his
widow (draped in strange weeds) again pulled up stakesand departed with Ellen
,who had grown into a tall bony
girl with conspicuous eyes . For some time no more washeard o f them ; then news came o f Ellen
’s marriage to animmense ly rich Polish nobleman o f legendary fame,whom she had met at a ball at the Tuileries
,and ivho was
said to have princely establishments in Paris,Nice and
Florence, a yacht at Cowes , and many square miles o fshooting inTransylvania. She disappeared in a kind o f
sulphurous apotheosis, and when a few years later Me
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dora again came back to New York, subdued , impove rished, mourning a third husband , and in quest of a stillsmaller house
,people wondered that her rich niece had
not been able to do something for her . Then came thenews that Ellen’s own marriage had ended in disaster ,and that she was herself returning home to seek rest andoblivion among her kinsfolk .
These things passed through Newland Archer ’s mind aweek later as he watched the Countess Olenska enter thevan der Luyden drawing-room on the evening of the momentous dinner . The occasion was a solemn one, and hewondered a little nervously how she would carry it o ff .
She came rather late,one hand still ungloved, and fasten
ing a bracelet about her wrist ; yet she entered withoutany appearance of haste
.or embarrassment the drawing
room in which New York’s most chosen company wassomewhat awfully assembled .
In the middle of the room she paused,looking about
her with a grave mouth and smiling eyes ; and in that instant Newland Archer rej ected the general verdict onher looks . It was true that her early radiance was gone .
The red cheeks had paled she was thin,worn
,a little
older-looking than her age,which must have been nearly
thirty. But there was about her the mysterious authorityo f beauty, a sureness in the carriage of the head, themovement of the eyes
,which
,without being in the least
theatrical , struck him as highly trained and full of a conscious power . At the same time she was simpler in manne r than most of the ladies present, and many people (ashe heard afterward from Janey) were disappointed thathe r appearance was not more stylish”—for stylishnesswas what New York most valued . It was, perhaps , Archerreflected , because her early vivacity had disappearedbecause she was so quiet—quiet in her movements, her,
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voice, and the tones o f her low-pitched voice . New Yorkhad expected something a good deal more resonant in ayoung woman with such a history .
The dinner was a somewhat formidable business . Dining with the van der Luydens was at best no light matter,and dining there with a Duke who was their cousin wasalmost a religious solemnity. It pleased Archer to thinkthat only an old New Yorker could perceive the shade o f
diff erence ( to New York) between being merely a Dukeand being the van der Luydens
’ Duke . New York tookstray noblemen calmly, and even (except in the Struthersset) with a certain distrustful hauteur ; but when theypresented such credentials as these they were receivedwith an old-fashioned cordiality that they would havebeen greatly mistaken in ascribing solely to their standingin Debrett . It was for just such distinctions that theyoung man cherished his o ld New York even while hesmiled at it .The van der Luydens had done their best to emphasisethe importance o f the occasion . The du Lac Sevres andthe Trevenna George II plate were out ; so was the vander Luyden
“Lowestoft” (East India Company) and theDagone t Crown Derby . Mrs . van der Luyden lookedmore than ever like a Cabanel, and Mrs . Archer , in hergrandmother’s seed-pearls and emeralds , reminded herson of an Isabey miniature . All the ladies had on theirhandsomest j ewels , but it was characteristic of the houseand the occasion that these were mostly in rather heavyold- fashioned settings ; and old Miss Lanning, who hadbeen persuaded to come
,actually wore her mother ’s
cameos and a Spanish blonde shawl .The Countess Olenska was the only young woman at
the dinner ; yet, as“Archer scanned the smooth plump
elderly faces between their diamond necklac es and tow
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e ring ostrich feathers , they struck him as curiously ime
mature compared with hers . It frightened him to thinkwhat must have gone to the making of her eyes .The Duke o f St . Austrey, who sat at his hostess
’s right,was naturally the chief figure of the evening . But if theCountess Olenska was less conspicuous than had bee nhope d, the Duke was almost invisible . Being a well-bredmanhe had not ( l ike another recent ducal visitor) come tothe dinner in a shooting-j acket ; but his evening clotheswere so shabby and baggy, and he wore them with such anair of their being homespun
,that (with his stooping way
o f s itting, and the vast beard spreading over his shirtfront) he hardly gave the appearance o f being indinnerattire . He was short , round-shouldered, sunburnt, with
a thick nose, small eyes and a sociable smile ; but he seldom spoke, and when he did it was in such low tones that,despite the frequent si lences o f expectation about thetable, his remarks were lost to all but his neighbours .When the men j oined the ladies after dinner the Dukewent straight up to the Countess Olenska, and they satdown in a corner and plunged into animated talk.
Neither seemed aware that the Duke should first have
paid his respects to‘Mrs . Lovell Mingott and Mrs . Headly
Chivers, and the Countess have conversed with that amiable hypochondriac, Mr. Urban Bagonet of WashingtonSquare, who, in order to have the pleasure o f meetingher, had broken through his fixed rule o f not dining outbetween January and April . The two chatted togetherfor nearly twenty minutes ; then the Countess rose and,walking alone across the wide drawing-room, sat downat Newland Archer’s side.It was not the custom in New York drawing-rooms fora lady to get up and walk away from one gentleman inorder to seek the company o f another. Etiquette requi red
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She glowed with sympathy.
“Ah—it’s really and trulya romance ?
”
“The most romantic of romances !”
How delightful ! And you found it all out for your
selves—it was not in the least arranged for youArcher looked at her incredulously.
“Have you forgotten
,
” he asked with a smile,“that in our country we
don’t allow our marriages to be arranged for usA dusky blush rose to her cheek, and he instantly re
gretted his words .“Yes
,she answered
,
“I ’d forgotten . You must forgive me i f I sometimes make these mistakes . I don’t always remember that everything here is good that wasthat was bad where I ’ve come from .
”She looked down
at her Viennese fan o f eagle feathers, and he saw thather lips trembled .
“I ’m so sorry, he said impulsively ; but you are:
among friends here, you know .
”
“Yes—I know . Wherever I go I have that feeling.
That’s why I came home . I want to forget everythingelse, to become a complete American again , l ike theMingotts and Wellands, and you and your delightfulmother, and all the other good people here tonight . Ah,here’s May arriving, and you will want to hurry awayto her, she added , but without moving ; and her eyesturned back from the doo r to rest on the young man’sface .The drawing-rooms were beginning to fill up withafter-dinner guests, and following Madame Olenska
’
s
g lance Archer saw May Welland entering with he rmother. In her dress o f white and silver, with a wreatho f silver blossoms in her hair, the tall girl looked like aD iana just alight from the chase .“
9 h,”said Archer,
“I have so many rivals; you see
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she’s already surrounded . There’s the Duke being in
troduc ed.
”
“Then stay with me a little longer, Madame O lenska
said in a low tone, j ust touching his knee with her plumedfan . It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a
caress .“Yes
,let me stay, he answered in the same tone ,
hardly knowing what he said ; but just then Mr. van der
Luyden came up, followed by o ld Mr . Urban Dagone t.The Countess greeted them with her grave smile, andArcher
,feeling his host’s admonitory glance onhim, rose
and surrendered his seat .Madame Olenska held out her hand as if to bid him
good-bye .Tomorrow
,then, after five—I shall expect you, she
said ; and then turned b ack to make room for Mr .Dagonet.
“Tomorrow Archer heard himsel f repeating.though there had been no engagement
,and during their
talk she had given him no hint that she wished to seehim again .
As he moved away he saw Lawrence Leff erts , tall andresplendent
,leading his wife up to be introduced ; and
heard Gertrude Lefl'
e rts say, as she beamed on the Countess with her large unperceiving smile : “But I think weused to go to dancing-school together when we werechildren Behind her
,waiting their turn to name
themselves to the Countess,Archer noticed a number o f
the recalcitrant couples who had declined to meet herat Mrs . Lovell Mingott
’
s . As Mrs . Archer remarkedwhen the van der Luydens chose, they knew how to givea lesson . The wonder was that they chose so seldom .
The young man felt a touch on his arm and saw Mrs .van der Luyden looking down on him from the pure
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eminence o f black velvet and the family diamonds . It
was good of you, dear Newland, to devote yourself so
unse lfishly to Madame Olenska. I told your cousinHenry he must really come to the rescue .”
He was aware o f smiling at her vaguely, and she
added, as i f condescending to his natural shyness :“I’ve
never seen May looking lovelier . The Duke thinks hit!K
the handsomest girl in the room.
”
HE Countess Olenska had said after five” ; and athalf after the hour Newland Ar cher rang the bell
o f the peeling stucco house with a giant W isteria throttling its feeble cast- iron balcony, which she had hired,far down West Twenty-third Street, from the vagabondMedora .
It was certainly a strange quarter to have settled in .
Small dress-makers, bird-stuffers and“people who
wrote were her nearest neighbours ; and further downthe dishevelled street Archer recognised a dilapidated
wooden house, at the end o f a paved path , in which awriter and journalist called Winsett
,whom he used to
come across now and then, had mentioned that he lived .
Winsett did not invite people to his house ; but he hadonce pointed it out to Archer in the course of a nocturnalstroll, and the latte r had asked himself, with a littleshiver, if the humanities were so meanly housed in othercapitals .Madame Olenska’s own dwelling was redeemed fromthe same appearance only by a littl e more paint aboutthe window-frames ; and as Archer mustered its modestfront he said to himsel f that the Polish Count must haverobbed her o f her fortune as well as o f her illusions .The young man had spent an unsatisfactory day. Hehad lunched with the Wellands, hoping afterward to
carry ofi May for a walk in the Park. He wanted to
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have her to himself , to tell her how enchanting she had1
looked the night before, and how proud he was o f her ;and to press her to hasten their marriage. But Mrs .Welland had firmly reminded him that the round o f
family visits was not hal f over, and, when he hinted at
advancing the date o f the wedding, had raised reproachful eye-brows and sighed out : “Twelve dozen o f every- i
thing—b and-embroideredPacked in the family landau they rolled from one
tribal doorstep to another,and Archer
,when the after
noon’s round was over, parted from his betrothed withthe feeling that he had been shown o ff like a wild animalc unningly trapped . He supposed that his readings inanthropology caused him to take such a coarse view o f .
what was after all a simple and natural demonstrationo f family feeling ; but when he remembered that the
Wellands did not expect the wedding to take place tillthe following autumn, and pictured what his life wouldbe till then, a dampness fell upon his spirit. 5“Tomorrow
,Mrs . Welland called after him,
we’lldo the Chive rse s and the Dallase s” ; and he perceived thatshe was going through their two families alphabetically,and that they were only in the first quarter o f the alpha-
l
bet .He had meant to tell May of the Countess Olenska’srequest—her command
,rather—that he should call on
her that afternoon ; but in the brief moments when theywere alone he had had more pressing things to say . Be
sides, it struck him as a little absurd to allude to thematter . He knew that May most particularly wanted himto be kind to her cousin ; was it not that wish which hadhastened the announcement o f their engagement ? It gavehim an odd sensation to reflect that
,but for the Coun
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at least a man less irrevocably pledged . But May had
willed it so, and he felt himself somehow relieved o f
further responsibil ity—and therefore at libe rty, if hechose
,to call on her cousin without telling her .
As he stood on Madame Olenska’s threshold curiositywas his uppermost feeling. He was puzzled by the tone
in which she had summoned him ; he concluded that she
was less simple than she seemed .
The door was opened by a swarthy foreign-lookingmaid
,with a prominent bosom under a gay neckerchief,
whom he vaguely fancied to be Sici lian . She welcomed
him with all her white teeth,and answering his enquiries
by a head-shake o f incomprehension led him through the
narrow hall into a low fire lit drawing-room . The room
was empty,and she left him
,for an appreciable time, to
wonder whether she had gone to find her mistress, or
whether she had not understood what he was there for,and thought it might be to wind the clocks—o f which he
perceived that the only visible specimen had stopped .He knew that the southern races communicated with each
other in the language o f pantomime,and was mortified to
find her shrugs and smiles so unintelligible . At length
she returned with a lamp ; and Archer, having meanwhileput together a phrase out o f Dante and Petrarch, evoked
the answer : “La s ignara é fuori; ma verrd subito”
; whichhe took to mean : “She’s out—but you’l l soon see .”
What he saw, meanwhile, with the help o f the lamp,was the faded shadowy charm of a room unlike any
room he had known . He knew that the Countess Olenskahad brought some of her possessions with her—bits o fwreckage, she called them—and these, he supposed , wererepresented by some smal l slender tables o f dark wood ,a de licate little Gre ek bronze on the chimney-piece, and a
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stretch of red damask nailed on the discoloured wall‘
paper behind a couple of Italian- looking pictures in oldframes .Newland Archer prided himself on his knowledge o f
Italian art. His boyhood had been saturated with Ruskin, and he had read all the latest books : John AddingtonSymonds, Vernon Lee
’s “Euphorion,” the essays o f P.
’G. Hamerton, and a wonderful new volume called“The
Renaissance” by Walter Pater. He talked easily o f Bottice lli, and spoke of Fra Angelico with a faint c onde scension . But these pictures b ewildered him, for they werelike nothing that he was accustomed to look at (andtherefore able to see) when he travelled in Italy ; andperhaps , also, his powers o f observation were impairedby the oddness o f finding himself in this strange emptyhouse, where apparently fro one expected him . He wassorry that he had not told ‘May Welland o f CountessO lenska
’
s request, and a little disturbed by the thoughtthat his betrothed might come in to see her cousin .
What would she think i f she found him sitting there withthe air of intimacy implied by waiting alone in the duskat a lady’s fireside ?
But since he had come he meant to wait ; and he sankinto a chair and stretched his feet to the logs .It was odd to have summoned him in that way
,and then
forgotten him ; but Archer felt more curious than mortified. The atmosphere of the room was so different fromany he had ever breathed that sel f-consciousness vanishedin the sense of adventure . He had been before in drawing-rooms hung with red damask
,with pictures “of the
Italian school” ; what struck him was the way in whichMedora Manson’s shabby hired house
,with its blighted
background of pampas grass and Rogers statuettes,had,
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Saxe‘
. He saw no reason to suppose that she would wantanything different in her own house ; and his only comfort was to reflect that she would probably let him ar
range his library as he pleased—which would be, ofcourse
,with “sincere Eastlake furniture
,and the plain
new book-cases -without glass doors .The round-bosomed maid came in
,drew the curtains,
pushed back a log, and said consolingly :“V(fwd—war m.
”
When she had gone Archer stood up and began to wanderabout . Should he wait any longer ? His position wasbecoming rather foolish . Perhaps he had misunderstoodMadame Olenska—perhaps she had not invited him afterall .Down the cobblestones of the quiet street came the ring
o f a stepper’s hoofs they stopped before the house, andhe caught the opening o f a carriage door . Parting the curtains he looked out into the e arly dusk . A street-lampfaced him, and in its light he saw Julius Beaufort
’s compact English brougham, drawn by a big roan , and thebanker descending from it, and helping out MadameOlenska.
Beaufort stood, hat in hand, saying something whichhis companion seemed to negative ; then they shook hands,and he jumped into his carriage while she mounted thesteps .When she entered the room she showed no surprise atseeing Archer there ; surprise seemed the emotion thatshe was least addicted to .
“How do you like my funny house ?” she asked . To
me it’s like heaven .
”
As she spoke she untied her little velvet bonnet andtossing it away with her long cloak stood loo king at himwith meditative eyes.
“You’ve arranged it delightfully,
” he re joined, al ive to
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the flatness o f the words, but impri soned in the conventional by his consuming desire to be simple and striking.“Oh
,it’s a poor little place . My relations despise
it. But at any rate it’s less gloomy than the van de r
The words gave him an electric shock,for few were
the rebellious spirits who would have dared to call thestately home o f th e van der Luydens gloomy. Thoseprivileged to enter it shivered there
,and spoke o f it as
“handsome .” But suddenly he was glad that she had
given voice to the general shiver .“It’s delicious—what you’ve done here he repeated .
I l ike the littl e house,” she admitted ; but I suppose
what I like is the blessedness o f its being here, in myowncountry and my own town ; and then, o f being alonein it .” She spoke so low that he hardly heard the lastphrase ; but in his awkwardness he took it
'
up .
“You like so much to be alone ? ”
“Yes ; as long as my friends keep me from feelinglonely.
” She sat down near the fire,said : Nastasia will
bring the tea presently,” and signed to him to return to
his armchair, adding :“I see you’ve already chosen your
corner.”
Leaning back , she folded her arms behind her head, andlooked at the fire under drooping l ids .
“This is the hour I like best—don ’t youA proper sense o f his dignity caused him to answer
“I was afraid you’d forgotten the hour. Beaufort musthave been very engrossing .
”
She looked amused. “Why—have you waited long ?‘Mr. Beaufort took me to see a number o f houses—sinceit seems I
’
m not to be allowed to stay in this one .
”She
appeared to dismiss both Be aufort and himsel f from hermind, and went on: “I ’ve never been in a city where
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there seems to be such a feeling against living in des
quartiers ex cm lriques . What does it matter where onel ives ? I ’m told this street is respectable .
“It’s not fashionable.”
Fashionable ! Do you al l think so much o f that ?
Why not make one’s own fashions ? But I suppose I’
ve
l ived too independently ; at any rate, I want to do whatyou all do—I want to feel cared for and safe .”
He was touched, as he had been the evening beforewhen she spoke o f her need o f guidance .
“That’s what your friends want you to feel . N ew
York’s an awfully safe place,” he added with a flash of
sarcasm .
“Yes, i sn’t it ? One feels that, she cried, m issmg the
mockery.
“Being here is l ike— like—being taken on aho liday when one has been a good little girl and done all
one’s lessons .”
The analogy was well meant, but did not altogetherplease him . He did not mind being flippant about NewYork
,but disliked to hear any one else take the same
tone. He wondered i f she did not begin to see what apowerful engine it was
,and how nearly it had crushed
he r. The Lovell Mingotts’ dinner, patched up ex tr ema
out o f all sorts of social odds and ends, ought to havetaught her the narrowness of her escape ; but either shehad been all along unaware o f having skirted disaster,or else she had lost sight o f it in the triumph o f the
van der Luyden evening. Archer inclined to the formertheory ; he fancied that her New York was still com
ple te ly undiff erenti ated, and the conjecture nettled him .
“Last night,
” he said,
“N ew York laid itsel f out for
you. The van der Luydens do nothing by halves .”
“N0 : how kind they are ! It was such a nice party.Every one seems to have such an esteem for them.
”
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The terms were hardly adequate ; she might have
sp oken in that way of a tea-party at the dear old Miss
Lannings’
.
“The van der Luydens , said Archer, feeling himselfpompous as he spoke,
“are the most powerful influencein New York society . Unfortunately— owing to herhealth— they receive very seldom .
”
She unclasped her hands fro-m behind her head,and
looked at him meditatively.
“Isn ’t that perhaps the reason ? ”
The reasonFor their great influence ; that they make themselves
so rare .He coloured a little
,stared at her—and suddenly felt
the penetration of the remark . At a stroke she hadpricked the van der Luydens and they collapsed . He
laughed,and sacrificed them .
Nasta sia brought the tea,with handleless Japanese
cups and little covered dishes,placing the tray on a low
table .“But you’l l explain these things to me—you’ ll tell me
all I ought to know ,
” Madame Olenska continued,leaning
forward to hand him his cup .
“It’s you who are telling me ; Opening my eyes tothings I ’d looked at so long that I ’d ceased to see them.
”
She detached a small gold cigarette-case from one ofher bracelets, held it out to him, and took a cigarettehersel f . On the chimney were long spills for lightingthem .
“Ah, then we can both help each other . But I wanthelp so much more . You must tell me just what to do .
”
It was on the tip of his tongue to reply : “Don’t beseen driving about the streets with Beaufort but hewas being too deeply drawn into the atmosphere of the
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room, which was her atmosphere, and to give advice o fthat sort would have been like telling some one who wasbargaining for attar-o f-roses in Samarkand that one
should always be provided with arctics for a New Yorkwinter . New York seemed much farther off than Samarkand
, and i f they were indeed to help each other she wasrendering what might prove the first of their mutualservices by making him look at his native city objectively.
Viewed thus,as through the wrong end o f a telescope,
it looked disconcertingly small and distant ; but then fromSamarkand it would .
A flame darted from the logs and she bent over thefire
,stretching her thin hands so close to it that a faint
halo shone about the oval nails . The light touched torusset the rings o f dark hair escaping from her braids,and made her pale face paler.
“There are plenty o f people to tell you what to do ,”
Archer rejoined, obscurely envious o f them .
“Oh—all my aunts ? And my dear old Granny ?” She
considered the idea impartially.
“They’re al l a littlevexed with me for setting up for myself—poor Grannyespecially. She wanted to keep me with her ; but I hadto be free He was impressed by this light way ofspeaking o f the formidable Catherine, and moved by thethought of what must have given Madame Olenska thisthirst for even the lo
'
neliest kind o f freedom . But theidea of Beaufort gnawed him .
“I think I unde rstand how you feel, he said . Still,your family can advise you ; explain diff erences ; showyou the way.
”
She lifted her thin black eyebrows . Is New Yorksuch a labyrinth ? I thought it so straight up and downlike Fifth Avenue . And with al l the cross streets numbe red !” She se emed to guess his faint disapproval of
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this, and added, with the rare smile that enchanted her
whole face : “I f you knew how I like it for just thatthe straight-up-and-downness, and the big honest labelson everything !”
He saw his chance .
“Everything may be labelled—bute verybody is not.”
“Perhaps . I may simplify too much—but you’ ll warnth e if I do . She turned from the fire to look at him .
“There are only two people here who make me feel asif they understood what I mean and could explain things
to me : you and Mr . Beaufort .”
Archer winced at the j oining o f the names, and then,with a quick readjustment
,understood
,sympathised and
pitied . So close to the powers of evi l she must havelived that she still breathed more freely in their air. Butsince she felt that he understood her also, hi s busines s
would be to make her see Beaufort as he really was ,with all he represented—and abhor it.He answered gently : “I understand . But just at firstdon’t let go o f your old friends ’ hands : I mean the olderwomen, your Granny Mingott, Mrs . Welland, Mrs . vander Luyden. They like and admire you—they want tohelp you .
”
She shook her head and sighed . Oh,I know—I
know ! But on condition that they don ’t hear anythingunpleasant. Aunt Welland put it in those very wordswhen I tried . Does no one want to know the tru thhere, Mr . Archer ? The real loneliness i s l iv ing amongall these kind people who only ask one to pretend !” Sheli fted her hands to her face
,and he saw her thin shoulders
shaken by a sob .
“Madame Olenska l—Oh
, don’t,Ellen, he cried, start
ing up and bending over her. He drew down one o f he r
hands, clasping and chafing it like a chi ld’s while he
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murmured reassuring words ; but in a moment she freedh ersel f, and looke d up at him with wet lashes .
“Does no one cry here, either ? I suppose there’s no
need to, in heaven,
” she said,straightening her loosened
b raids with a laugh, and bending over the tea-kettle . Itwas burnt into his consciousness that he had called her“Ellen”—called her so twice ; and that she had notnoticed it . Far down the inverted telescope
,
he saw the
faint white figure o f May Welland—in New York .
Suddenly Nastasia put her head in to say somethingin her rich Italian .
Madame Olenska, again with a hand at her hair,u ttered an exclamation of assent—a flashing Gid—g‘id
”
—and the Duke o f St . Austrey entered, piloting a trem endons black-wigged and red-plumed lady in ove rflow
ing furs .My dear Countess, I
’ve brought an old friend o f mineto see you—Mrs . Struthers . She wasn’t asked to the
p arty last night , and she wants to know you .
”
The Duke beamed on the group , and Madame Olenska
advanced with a murmur of welcome toward the queerc ouple. She seemed to have no idea how oddly matchedthey were, nor what a liberty the Duke had taken inb ringing his companion—and to do him justice, as Archer
perceived, the Duke seemed as unaware o f it himself .
“Of course I want to know you,my dear,
” cried Mrs .
S truthers in a round rolling voice that matched her boldf eathers and her brazen wig.
“I want to know everybody who’s young and interesting and charming. Andthe Duke tells me you like music—didn’t you, Duke ?
You’re a pianist yourself,I b elieve ? Well, do you want
to hear Sarasate ‘ play tomorrow evening at my house ?
You know I’ve some thing going on every Sunday evening-it
’
s the day when New York doesn’t know what to do
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and almost without knowing what he did, he signed tothe florist to lay the roses in another long b ox ,
and
slipped his card into a second envelope,on which ‘
he wrotethe name o f the Countess Olenska ; then, just as he wasturning away, he drew the card out again, and left theempty envelope on the box .
“They’ ll go at once ? ” he enquired, pointing to the roseS.The florist assured him that they would.
HE next day he persuaded May to escape for a
walk in the Park after luncheon. As was the custom in old-fashioned Episcopalian New York, she usuallyaccompanied her parents to church on Sunday afternoons ; but Mrs . Welland condoned her truancy, havingthat very morning won her over to the necessity o f along engagement
,with time to prepare a hand-emb roid
ered trousseau containing the proper number o f dozens .The day was delectable . The bare vaulting o f trees
along the Mall was ceiled with lapis lazuli , and archedabove snow that shone like Splintered crystals . It wasthe weather to call out May’s radiance, and she burnedlike a young maple in the frost . Archer was proud o f
the glances turned on her,and the simple joy o f posses
sorship cleared away his underlying perplexities .“It’s so delicious—waking every morning to smell
lilies-o f—the-valley in one’s room !” she said .
“Yesterday they came late . I hadn’t time in themorning
“But your remembering each day to send them makesme love them so much more t han i f you’d given a standing order, and they came every morning on the minute,l ike one’s music-teacher—as I know Gertrude Le ffe rts ’sdid , for instance, when she and Lawrence were engaged .
”
“Ah—they would !” laughed Archer, amused at herkeenness . He looked sideways at her fruit-like cheekand felt rich and secure enough to add:
“When I sent
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your lilies yesterday afternoon I saw some rather gorgeons yellow roses and packed them o ff to Madame Olenska . Was that r ight ?”
“How dear o f you ! Anything o f that kind delights
her . It’s odd she didn’t mention it : she lunched with ustoday, and spoke o f Mr. Beaufort’s having sent he rwonderful orchids, and cousin Henry van der Luyden a
'
whole hamper o f camations from Skuyterc liff . She
seems so surprised to receive flowers . Don’t people sendthem in Europe ? She thinks it such a pretty custom .
”
“Oh,well , no wonder mine were overshadowed by
Beaufort ’s,said Archer irritably. Then he remembered
that he had not put a card with the roses,and was vexed
at having spoken o f them . He wanted to say : “I calledon your cousin yesterday, but hesitated . I f Madame
Olenska had not spokem o f his visit it might seem awkward that he should . Yet not to do so gave the affair,an air of mystery that he disliked . To shake o ff the
question he began to talk o f their ownplans, their future,and Mrs . Welland’s insistence on a long engagement .
“If you call it long ! Isabel Chivers and Reggie weree ngaged for two years : Grace and Thorley for nearly a
year and a hal f. Why aren’t we very well o ff as weare ? ”
It was the traditional maidenly interrogation, and hefelt ashamed o f himself for finding it singularly childish .
No doubt she simply echoed what was said for her ; butshe was nearing her twenty-second birthday, and hewondered at what age “nice” women began to speak for
themselves .“Never, if we won
’t let them, I suppose, he mused ,and recalled his mad outburst to Mr. S illerton Jackson“Women ought to be as free as we areIt would presently be his task to take the bandage from
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thi s young woman’s eyes, and bid her look forth on the
world . But how many generations o f the women who
had gone to her making had descended bandaged to thefamily vault ? He shivered a little
,remembering some
o f the new ideas in his scientific books , and the much
cited instance of the Kentucky cave-fish, which had ceasedto develop eyes because they had no use for them . What
i f,when he had bidden May Welland to open hers, they
could only look out blankly at blankness ?“We might be much better o ff . We might be alto
gether together—we might travel .Her face lit up.
“That would be lovely, she ownedshe would love to travel . But her mother would notunderstand their wanting to do things so diff erently.
“As i f the mere ‘diff erently’ didn’t account for it !
the wooe r insisted .
“Newland ! You’re so original !” she exulted .
His heart sank, for he saw that he was saying all thethings that young men in the same situation were e x
pec ted to say, and that she was making the answers that
instinct and tradition taught her to make—even to the
po int o f calling him original .“Original ! We’re al l as like each other as those dollscut out o f the same folded paper. We’re like patternsstenci lled on a wall . Can’t you and I strike out for ourselves
,May ? ”
He had stopped and faced her in the excitement o ftheir discussion, and her eyes rested on him with a brightunclouded admiration .
“Mercy—shall we elope she laughed .
I f you would“You do love me
,Newland ! I ’m so happy.
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We can’t behave like people in novels,though
,
we ?”“Why not—why not—why not ?
”
She looked a little bored by his insistence. She knewvery well that they couldn’t
,but it was troublesome to
have to produce a reason .
“I ’m not clever enough toargue with you . But that kind o f thing is rather—vulgar,i sn’t it ? ” she suggested, relieved to have hit on a wordthat would assuredly extinguish the whole subj ect .
“Are you so much afraid, then, o f being vulgar ?”
She was evidently staggered by this . Of course Ishould hate it—so would you, she rejoined, a triflei rritably.
He stood silent, beating his stick nervously against hisboot-top ; and feeling that she had indeed found the rightway o f closing the discussion, she went on light-heartedly“Oh, did I tell you that I showed Ellen my ring ? Shethinks it the most beautiful setting she eve r saw . There ’snothing like it in the rue de la Paix
,she said . I do love
you, Newland, for being so artistic !”
The next afternoon,as Archer
,before dinner
,sat
smoking sullenly in his study,Janey wandered in on him .
He had failed to stop at his club on the way up fromthe office where he exercised the profession o f the lawin the leisurely manner common to well—to-do New Yorkers o f his class . He was out o f spirits and slightly out
o f temper,and a haunting horror o f doing the same
thing every day at the same hour besieged his brain .
“Sameness— sameness !” he muttered, the word running through his head like a persecuting tune as he sawthe familiar tall-hatted figures lounging behind the plateglass ; and because he usually dropped in at the club atthat hour he had gone home instead . He knew not only
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what they were likely to be talking about, but the parteach one would take in the discussion . The Duke o f
course would be their principal theme ; though the ap
pearanc e in Fifth Avenue o f a golden-haired lady in asmall canary-coloured brougham with a pair o f blackcobs ( for which Beaufort was generally thought re sponsible) would also doubtless be thoroughly gone into .
Such women” (as they were called) were few in N ew
York,those driving their own carriages stil l fewer, and
the appearance of Miss Fanny Ring in Fifth Avenue at,the fashionable hour had profoundly agitated society.
Only the day before,her carriage had passed Mrs . Lovel l
Mingott’
s , and the latter had instantly rung the little bellat her elbow and ordered the coachman to drive her home .“What i f it had happened to Mrs . van der Luydenpeople asked each other with a shudder. Archer couldhear Lawrence Lefferts, at that very hour, holding forthon the disintegration o f society.
He raised his head irritably when his sister Janeyentered
,and then quickly bent over his bo ok (Swinburne
’
s
“Chaste lard
”—just out) as i f he had not seen her. She
glanced at the writing-table heaped with books , openeda volume o f the “Contes Drolatiques
,
” made a wry faceover the archaic French , and sighed :
“What learnedthings you read
“Well he asked, as she hovered Cassandra-likebefore him .
“Mother’ s very angry.
Angry ? With whom ? About whatMiss Sophy Jackson has just be en here. She brought
word that her brother would come in after dinner : shecouldn ’t say very much
,because he forbade her to : he
wishes to give all the details himself. He’
s with cousinLouisa van der Luyden now .
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For heaven’s sake, my dear girl, try a fresh start.It would take an omniscient Deity to know what you’retalk ing about .”
“It’s not a time to be profane,Newland . Mother
feels badly enough about your not going to churchWith a groan he plunged back into his book .
“N a'mland Do listen . Your friend Madame Olenska
was at Mrs . Lemuel Struthers’s party last night : she
went there with the Duke and Mr . Beaufort.”
At the last clause o f thi s announcement a senselessanger swelled the young man’ s breast . To smother ithe laughed . Well
,what o f it ? I knew she meant to .
”
Janey pale d and her eyes began to proj ect . “You knew
she meant to—and you didn’t try to stop her ? To warnher ?”
“St0p her ? Warn her ? ” He laughed again .
“I’
m
not engaged to be married to the Countess Olenska !”
The words had a fantastic sound in his own ears .“You’re marrying into her family .
Oh,family—fam i ly !” he j eered .
Newland—don’t you care about Family ?”
Not a brass farthing.
”
Nor about what cousin Louisa van der Luyden will
think ? ”“Not the half o f one—if she thinks such old maid’s
rubbish .
“Mother is not an old maid,” said his virgin sister
w ith pinched lips .He felt l ike shouting back : Yes, she is , and so are
the van der Luydens, and so we all are, when it comes
to be ing so much as brushed by the wing-tip of Reality.
”
But he saw her long gentle face puckering into tears, and
felt ashamed o f the useless pain he was inflicting.
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“Well—that kind o f thing happens in other places,and the world still goes on .
”
“I don’t suppose,dear
,you’re really defending the
French Sunday ? ”
“I ’ve heard you often enough, mother, grumble at the
English Sunday when we’ve been in London .
“New York is neither Paris nor London .
”
Oh,no
,it’s not !” her
’
son groaned .
You mean,I suppose
,that soc iety here is not as
brilliant ? You’re right,I daresay ; but we b elong here,
and people should respect our ways when they comeamong us . Ellen Olenska especially : she came back to
get away from the kind o f l i fe people lead in brill iant
societies .Newland made no answer, and after a mome nt his
mother ventured : “I was going to put on my bonnet
and ask you to take me to see cousin Louisa for a moment
before dinner . He frowned, and she continued :“I
thought you might explain to her what you’ve just said
that society abroad is diff erent that people are notas particular
,and that Madame Olenska may not have
realised how we feel about such things . It would be,you know, dear,
” she added with an innocent adroitness,“ in Madame Olenska’
s interest i f you did .
”
“Dearest mother,I really don ’t see how we’re con
cerned in the matter . The Duke took Madame Olenskato Mrs . Struthers’s—in fact he , brought Mrs . Struthers
to call on her. I was there when they came . If the van
der Luydens want to quarrel with anybody, the realculprit i s under their own roof .”
“
Quarrel ? Newland, did you ever know of cousinHenry’s quarrelling ? Besides, the Duke
’s his guest ; anda stranger too . Strangers don’t discriminate : how should
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they ? Countess Olenska i s a New Yorker, and shouldhave respected the feelings o f New York .
”
“Well,then
,i f they must have a vict im , you have my
leave to throw Madame O lenska to them,
” cried her son,exasperated .
“I don ’t see myself— or you either—off ering ourselves up to expiate her crimes .”
Oh,o f course you see only the Mingott side, his
mother answered,in the sensitive tone that was he r
nearest approach to anger.The sad butler drew back the drawing- room portieresand announced : “Mr . Henry van der Luyden.
Mrs . Archer dropped her nee dle and pushed her chairback with an agitated hand .
“Another lamp,
” she cried to the retreating servant,while Janey bent over to straighten her mother’s cap .
Mr. van der Luyden’
s figure loomed on the threshold,and Newland Archer went forward to greet his cousin .
We were just talking about you,sir,
” he said .
Mr. van de r Luyden seemed overwhelmed by the
announcement. He drew o ff his glove to shake handswith the ladies
,and smoothed his tall hat shyly, while
Janey pushed an arm-chair forward, and Archer con
tinued :“And the Countess Olenska.
”
Mrs . Archer paled .
“Ah—a charming woman . I have just bee n to se e
her, said Mr. van der Luyden, complacency restored tohis brow . He sank into the chair
,laid his hat and gloves
on the floor beside him in the old-fashioned way, andwent on: “She has a real gi ft for arranging flowers .I had sent her a few cam ations from Skuyte rcliff , andI was astonished . Instead o f massing them in bigbunches as our head-gardener does
,she had scattered
them about loosely, here and there I can’t say how .
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she’s arranged her drawing-room .
’ And she has . I
should really like to take Louisa to see her, i f the neighb ourhood were not so—unpleasant .”
A dead silence greeted this unusual flow of words fromMr . van der Luyden. Mrs . Archer drew her embroidery “
out of the basket into which she had nervously tumbledit,and Newland
,leaning against the chimney-place and
twisting a humming bird- feather screen in his hand,saw Janey’s gaping countenance lit up by the coming o f
”
the second lamp .
“The fact is,” Mr . van der Luyden continued, stroking
“
his long grey leg with a bloodless hand weighed down bythe Patroon’ s great Signet-ring,
“the fact is,I dropped in;
to thank her for the very pretty note she wrote me aboutmy flowers ; and also —,but this i s be tween ourselves, o fcourse—to give her a friendly warning about allowingthe Duke to carry h e r off to parties with him . I don’tknow i f y ou
’ve heard‘Mrs . Archer produced an indulgent smile . Has theDuke been carrying her o ff to parties ? ”
“You know what these English grandees are . They’re :
all alike . Louisa and I are very fond o f our cousinbut it’s hopeless to expect people who are accustomed to ?
the European courts to trouble themselves about our littlerepublican distinctions . The Duke goes where he’s .
amused .
” Mr . van der Luydenpaused , but no one spoke.“Yes—it seems he took her with him last night to Mrs .Lemuel Struthers ’s . Sille rton Jackson has just been tous with the foolish story, and Louisa was rather troubled .
So I thought the shortest way was to go straight to «
Countess Olenska and explain—by the merest hint, youknow—how we feel in New York about certain things .I felt I might
,without indelicacy
,becaus e the evening;
she dined with us she rather suggested rather let.
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me see that she would be grateful for guidance . And
she was .
Mr. van der Luyden looked about the room with whatwould have been sel f-satis faction on features less purged
o f the vulgar passions . On his face it became a mildbenevolence which Mrs . Archer ’s countenance duti fully
reflected .
“How kind you both are , dear Henry—always ! Newland will particularly appreciate what you have donebecause o f dear May and his new relations .She shot an admonitory glance at her son, who saidImmensely
,sir. But I was sure you’d like Madame
Olenska.
”
Mr. van der Luyden looked at him with extreme gentlene ss .
“I never ask to my house,my dear Newland
,
”
he said,any one whom I do not like . And so I have
just told Sillerton Jackson . With a glance at the clockhe rose and added : But Lo uisa will be waiting. Weare dining early
,to take the Duke to the Opera .
”
After the portieres had solemnly closed behind theirvisitor a silence fell upon the Archer family.
“Gracious —how romantic !” at last broke explosivelyfrom Janey. No one knew exactly what inspired herelliptic comments , and her relations had long since givenup trying to interpret them .
Mrs . Archer shook her head with a sigh . Providedit all turns out for the best,
” she said,in the tone o f one
who knows how surely it will not. Newland, you must
stay and see Sille rton Jackson when he comes this evening : I really shan
’t know .what to say to him.
”
Poor mother ! But he won’t come her son laughed,stooping to kis s away her frown.
OME two weeks later, Newland Archer, sitting inabstracted idleness inhis private compartment o f the
office o f Lette rb lair, Lamson and Low,attorneys at
law, was summoned by the head o f the firm .
Old ‘Mr . Lette rb lair, the accredited l egal adviser o f
three generations of New York gentil ity,throned behind
his mahogany desk in evident perplexity. As he strokedhis close-clipped white whiskers and ran his hand throughthe rumpled grey locks above his jutting brows, his disrespect ful junior partner thought how much he lookedlike the Family Physician annoyed with a patient whosesymptoms refuse to be clas sified .
“My dear sir he always addressed Archer as srr
I have sent for you to go into a l ittle matter ; a matterwhich
,for the moment, I prefer not to mention either to
Mr. Skipworth or Mr. Redwood .
” The gentlemen hespoke of were the other senior partners o f the firm ; for,as was always the case with legal associations o f o ld
standing in New York, all the partners named on theoffice letter-head were long since dead ; and Mr. Letterblair
,for example
,was, professional ly speaking, his own
grandson .
He leaned back in his chair with a furrowed brow .
For family reasons he continued .
Archer looked up .
“The Mingott family, said Mr. Lette rb lair with anexplanatory smile and b ow .
“Mrs . Manson Mingott
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sent for me yesterday. Her grand-daughter the Countess
Olenska wishes to sue her husband for divorce . Certain
papers have been placed in my hands .” He paused and
drummed on his desk.
“In view o f your prospective
alliance with the family I should like to consult you
to consider the case with you—before taking any farther
steps .”
Archer felt the blood in his temples . He had seen theCountess Olenska only once since his visit to her, andthen at the Opera
,in the Mingott box . During this
interval she had become a less vivid and importunate
image , receding from his foreground as May Welland
resumed her rightful place in it . He had not heard her
divorce spoken of since Janey’s first random allusion to
it, and had dismissed the tale as unfounded gossip .
(Theoretically, the idea o f divorce was almost as distaste
ful to him as to his mother ; and he was annoyed thatMr. Le tte rb lair (no doubt prompted by o ld CatherineMingott) should be so evidently planning to draw himinto the affair. After all, there were plenty o f Mingott
men for such jobs,and as yet he was not even a
Mingott by marriage .He waited for the senior partner to continue . Mr.
Le tte rb lair unlocked a drawer and drew out a packet .“I f you will run your eye over these papers
Archer frowned .
“I beg your pardon,sir ; but just
because of the prospective relationship,I should prefer
your consulting Mr . Skipworth or Mr . Redwood .
Mr. Le tte rb lair looked surprised and slightly offended .
It was unusual for a junior to reject such an opening.
He bowed .
“I respect your scruple,sir ; but in this
case I believe true delicacy requires you to do as I ask .
Inde ed, the suggestion i s not mine but Mrs . Manson
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Mingott’
s and her son’s . I have seen Lovell Mingott“
;
and also Mr . Welland . They all named you .
Archer felt his temper rising . He had been somewhatlanguidly drifting with events for the last fortnight
,and
letting May’s fair looks and radiant nature obliterate therather importunate pressure o f the Mingott claims . Butthis behest of old ‘Mrs . Mingott
’
s roused him to a senseo f what the clan thought they had the right to exactfrom a prospective son-in-law ; and he chafed at ther61e .
“Her uncles ought to deal with this,he said .
They have . The matter has been gone into by thef amily. They are opposed to the Countess’s idea ; butshe i s firm, and insists on a legal opinion .
”
The young man was silent : he had not opened thepacket in his hand .
“Doe s she want to marry again ?”
I believe it i s suggested ; but she denies it.ThenWill you oblige me
,Mr. Archer, by first looking
through these papers ? Afterward, when we have talkedthe case over
,I will give you my opinion .
”
Archer withdrew reluctantly with the unwelcomedocuments . Since their last meeting b e had halfunconsciously collaborated with events in ridding himsel fo f the burden o f Madame Olenska. His hour alone withhe r by the fire light had drawn them into a momentaryintimacy on which the Duke o f St. Austrey
’
s intrusionwith Mrs . Lemuel Struthers, and the Countess
’s joyousgreeting o f them
,had rather providentially broken . Two
days later Archer had assisted at the comedy o f her
reinstatement in the van der Luydens’ favour, and had
said to himsel f, with a touch o f tartness, that a lady whoknew how to thank all-power ful elderly gentlemen to
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Here are the letters, sir . I f you wish I’ll see Madame
Olenska,” he said in a constrained voice .
“Thank you—thank you , Mr . Archer . Come and dinewith me tonight i f you ’re free, and we
’l l go into thematter afterward : in case you wish to cal l on our clienttomorrow .
”
Newland Archer walked straight home again thatafternoon . It was a winter evening o f transparentclearness
,with an innocent young moon above the house
tops ; and he wanted to fi ll his soul ’s lungs with thepure radiance, and not exchange a word with any one
till he and Mr . Le tte rb lair were closeted together afterdinner . It was impossible to decide otherwise than hehad done : he must see Madame Olenska himsel f rath erthan let her secrets be bared to other eyes . A greatwave
’
of compassion had swept away his indiff erence andimpatience : she stood before him as an exposed and
piti ful figure,to be saved at all costs from farther wound~
ing hersel f in her mad plunges against fate .He remembered what she had told him of Mrs . Wel~
land’ s request to be spared whatever was “unpleasant”
in her history, and winced at the thought that it wasperhaps this attitude o f mind which kept the New Yorkair so pure . “Are we only Pharisees after all ? ” hewondered, puzzled by the eff ort to reconcile his instinctive disgust at human vileness with his equally instinctivepity for human frailty.
For the first time he perceived how elementary hisownprinciples had always been . He passed for a youngman who had not been afraid o f risks, and he knew thathis secret love-affair with poor s illy Mrs . Thorley Rushworth had not bee n too secret to invest him with a b e coming air of adventure. But Mrs . Rushworth was “thatkind o f woman” ; foolish, vain, clandestine by nature, and
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far more attracted by the secrecy and peril of the affairthan by such charms and qualities as he posse ssed .
When the fact dawned on him it nearly broke his heart ,but now it seemed the redeeming feature o f the case .The aff air, in short , had been o f the kind that most o fthe young men of his age had been through, and emergedfrom with calm consciences and an undisturbed belief inthe abysmal distinction between the women one lovedand respected and those one enj oyed—and pitied . Inthis view they were sedulously abetted by their mothers,aunts and other elderly female relatives , who all sharedMrs . Archer’s belief that when “such things happened”
it was undoubtedly foolish o f the man, but somehowalways criminal o f the woman . All the elderly ladieswhom Archer knew regarded any woman who lovedimprudently as necessarily unscrupulous and designing ,and mere simple-minded man as powerless in her clutches .The only thing to do was to persuade him
,as early as
possible, to marry a nice girl , and then trust to her tolook after him .
In the complicated old European communities,Archer
began to guess,love-problems might be less simple and
less easily classified . Rich and idle and ornamentalsocieties must produce many more such situations ; andthere might even be one in which a woman naturallysensitive and aloof would yet
,from the force of circum
stances , from sheer defencelessness and loneliness , bedrawn into a tie inexcusable by conventional standards .On reaching home he wrote a line to the Countess
O lenska, asking at what hour o f the next day she couldreceive him , and despatched it by a messenger-boy, whoreturned presently with a word to the effect that she wasgoing to Skuyte rcliff the next morning to stay over Sunday with the van der Luydens , but that he would find her
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alone that evening after dinner. The note was writtenon a rather untidy half-sheet, without date or address,but her hand was firm and free. He was amused at theidea o f her week-ending in the stately solitude o f Skuytercliff , but immediately afterward felt that there , o f al lplaces, she would most feel the chill of minds rigorouslyaverted from the “unpleasant .”
l He was at Mr. Le tterb la1r s punctually at seven, glado f the pretext for excusing himself soon after dinner .He had formed his own opinion from the papers eu
trusted to him,and did not especially want to go into
the matter with his senior partner. Mr. Lette rb lair wasa widower
,and they dined alone
,copiously and slowly,
in a dark shabby room hung with yellowing prints o f“The Death o f Chathami’ and “The Coronation o f Napoleon .
” On the sideboard,between fluted Sheraton knife
cases,stood a decanter o f Haut Brion, and another o f
the old Lanning port (the gi ft o f a client), which thewastrel Tom Lanning had sold off a year or two beforehis mysterious and discreditable death in San Franciscoan incident less publicly humiliating to the family thanthe sale o f the cellar.After a velvety oyster soup came shad and cucumbers,
then a young broiled turkey with corn fritters , followedby a canvas-back with currant jelly and a celery mayonnaise . Mr . Le tte rb lair, w
'
ho lunched on a sandwich andtea
,dined deliberately and deeply
,and insisted on his
guest’s doing the same . Final ly,when the closing riteshad been accomplished, the cloth was removed, cigarswere lit
,and Mr . Le tte rb lair, leaning back in his chair
and pushing the port westward,said
,spreading his back
agreeably to the coal fire behind him :“The whole family,
areagainst a divorce. And I think rightly.
”
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“You agree with me ? ” Mr. Letterb lair resumed, aftera waiting silence .
“Naturally,” said Archer .
Well, then, I may count on you ; the Mingotts maycount onyou ; to use your influence against the idea ?
”
Archer hesitated .
“I can’t pledge myself till I ’ve seenthe Countess Olenska, he said at length .
“Mr. Archer, I don’t understand you . Do you want
to marry into a family with a scandalous divorce-suithanging over it ? ”
“I don’t think that has anything to do with the case .Mr. Le tte rb lair put down his glass o f port and fixed
on his young partner a cautious and apprehensive gaze.Archer understood that he ran the risk o f having his
mandate withdrawn, and for some obscure reason hedisliked the prospect . Now that the job had been thrustonhim he did not propose to relinquish it ; and, to guardagainst the possibility, he saw that he must reassure theunimaginative old man who was the legal conscience o fthe ‘Mingotts .
“You may be sure, sir, that I shan
’t commit mysel f til lI ’ve reported to you ; what I meant was that I
’d rathernot give an opinion till I ’ve heard what Madame Olenskahas to say.
”
Mr. Lette rb lair nodded approvingly at an excess o fcaution worthy o f the best New York tradition, and theyoung man , glancing at his watch, pleaded an engagementand took leave .
LD-FASHIONED New York dined at seve n , andthe habit o f after-dinner calls, though derided in
Archer' s set, still generally prevailed . As the youngman strolled up Fifth Avenue from Waverley Place
, the
long thoroughfare was deserted but for a group o f
carriages standing before the Reggie Chive rse s ’ (wherethere was a dinner for the Duke), and the occasionalfigure o f an elderly gentleman in heavy overcoat andmuffler ascending a brownstone doorstep and disappearing into a gas-lit hall . Thus, as Archer crossed WashingtonSquare, he remarked that old Mr. du Lac was cal lingonhis cousins the Dagone ts , and turning down the cornero f West Tenth Street he saw Mr . Skipworth, o f his ownfirm, obviously bound ona visit to the Miss Lannings . A
l ittle farther Up Fifth Avenue, Beaufort appeared on hisdoorstep , darkly projected against a blaze o f , light, descended to his private brougham, and rolled away to a
mysterious and probably unmentionable destination. Itwas not an Opera night
,and no one was giving a party,
so that Beaufort ’s outing was undoubtedly o f a claudestine nature . Archer connected it in his mind with a littlehouse beyond Lexington Avenue in which beribbonedwindow curtains and flowe r-boxes had recently appeared,and before whose newly painted door the canary-colouredbrougham o f Miss Fanny Ring was frequently seen towait.
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posed Mrs . Archer’s world lay the almost unmappedquarter inhabited by artists
,musicians and “people who
wrote. ” These scattered fragments of humanity hadnever shown any desire to be amalgamated with the
social structure . In spite o f odd ways they were said tobe
,for the most part, quite respectable ; but they pre
ferred to keep to themselves . Medora Manson, in herprosperous days, had inaugurated a
“ l iterary salon” ;but it had soon died out owing to the reluctance of theliterary to frequent it .Others had made the same attempt, and there was ahousehold of Blenkers—an intense and voluble mother,and three blowsy daughters who imitated her—where onemet Edwin Booth and Patti and William Winter
,and
the new Shakespearian actor George Rignold, and someo f the magazine editors and musical and literary critics .Mrs . Archer and her group felt a certain timidity concerning these persons . They were odd, they were nucertain, they had things one didn
’t know about in thebackground of their lives and minds . Literature and artwere deeply respected in the Archer set, and Mrs . Archerwas always at pains to tel l her children how much moreagreeable and cultivated society had been when it included such figures as Washington Irving, Fitz-GreeneHalleck and the poet of “The Culprit Fay. The mostcelebrated authors o f that generation had been gentlemen” ; perhaps the unknown persons who succeeded themhad gentlemanly sentiments, but their origin, their ap
p earanc e , their hair, their intimacy with the stage andthe Opera
,made any old New York criterion inapplicable
to them .
“When I was a girl,Mrs . Archer used to say, we
knew every body between the Battery and Canal Street ;and only the people one knew had carriages . It was
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after his most exciting talks with Ned Winsett he alwayscame away wi th the feeling that i f his world was small
,
so was theirs, and that the only way to enlarge either wasto reach a stage o f manners where they would naturallymerge .He was reminded o f this by trying to picture the societyin which the Countess Olenska had lived and suffered,and also—pe rhaps—tasted mysterious joys . He remem~
bered with what amusement she had told him that hergrandmother Mingott and the Wellands obj ected to herl iving in a “Bohem ian” quarter given over to peoplewho wrote . It was not the peril but the poverty thather family disl iked ; but that shade escaped her, and shesupposed they considered literature compromisingShe hersel f had no . fears o f it
,and the boo ks scat
te red about her drawing-room (a part of the house inwhich books were usually supposed to be “out o fthough chiefly works o f fiction
,had whetted Archer’s
inte re st'
with such new names as those o f Paul Bourget,Huysmans
,and the Goncourt brothers . Ruminating on
these things as he approached her door, he was once moreconscious of the curious way in which she reversed hisvalues
,and of the need o f thinking himself into condi
tions incredibly diff erent from any that he knew i f hewere to be o f use in her present difficulty.
Nastasia opened the door, smiling mysteriously. Onthe bench in the hall lay a sable- lined overcoat
,a folded :
op era hat of dull silk with a gold J . B . on the lining,and a white silk muffler : there was no mistaking the factthat these costly articles were the property of Julius
Beaufort .Archer was angry : so angry that he came near scrib
b ling a word on his card and going away ; then he
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remembered that in writing to Madame Olenska he hadbeen kept by excess of di scretion from saying that he
wi shed to see her privately . He had therefore no onebut himself to blame i f she had Opened her doors toother visitors ; and he entered the drawing-room with thedogged determination to make Beaufort feel himself inthe way, and to outstay him .
The banker stood leaning against the mantelshel f,which was draped with an old embroidery held in placeby brass candelabra containing church candles of yellowish wax . He had thrust his chest out , supporting hisshoulders against the mantel and resting his weight onone large patent- leather foot . As Archer entered he wassmiling and looking down on his hostess, who sat on asofa placed at right angles to the chimney . A tablebanked with flowers formed a screen behind it, andagainst the orchids and azaleas which the young manrecogni sed as tributes from the Beaufort hot-houses ,Madame Olenska sat half-reclined , her head proppedon a hand and her wide sleeve leaving the arm bare tothe elbow.
It was usual for ladies who received in the eveningto wear what were called “simple dinner dresses” : aclose-fitting armour of whale-boned silk, slightly openin the neck, with lace ruffles filling in the crack
,and tight
s leeves with a flounce uncovering just enough wri st toshow an Etruscan gold bracelet or a velvet band . ButMadame Olenska, heedless of tradition , was attired ina long robe of red velvet bordered about the chin anddown the front with glossy black fur . Archer remembered , on his last visit to Pari s , seeing a portrait by thenew painter, Carolus Duran , whose pictures were thesensation of the Salon , in which the lady wore one ofthese bold sheath-like robe s with her chin nestling in
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fur. There was something perverse and provoc ativein the notion of fur worn in the evening in a heateddrawing-room, and in the combination of a muffledthroat and bare arms ; but the eff ect was undeniablypleasing .
“Lord love us —three whole days at Skuyte rcliff !”
Beaufort was saying in his loud sneering voice as Archerentered .
“You’d better take al l your furs,and a hot~
water-bottle .
”
“Why ? Is the house so cold she asked,holding
out her left hand to Archer in a way mysteriously sug
ge sting that she expected him to kiss it.“No but the missus is, said Beaufort, nodding care
lessly to the young man .
“But I thought her so kind . She came hersel f toinvite me . Granny says I must certainly go .
“Granny would, o f course . And I say it’s a shameyou’re going to miss the little oyster supper I ’d plannedfor you at Dehnonico ’s next Sunday, with Campaniniand Scalchi and a lot o f jolly people .”
She looked doubtfully from the banker to Archer.“Ah—that does tempt me ! Except the other eveningat Mrs . Struthers’s I ’ve not met a single artist since I’vebeen here .”
“What kind o f artists ? I know one or two painters ,very good fellows
,that I could bring to see you i f you ’d
allow me,
” said Archer boldly.
“Painters ? Are there painters in New York ?” askedBeaufort
,in a tone implying that there could be none
since he did not buy their pictures ; and Madame Olenskasaid to Archer
,with her grave smile : That would b e
charming. But I was really thinking o f dramatic artists,singers, actors , musicians . My husband
’s house wasalways full o f them .
”
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course you’re included in the supper,” left the room with
his heavy important step .
For a moment Archer fancied that Mr . Le tte rb lairmust have told her of his coming ; but the irrelevance o fher next remark made him change his mind .
“You know painters,then ? You live in their milieu ?”
she asked,her eyes ful l o f interest .
“Oh,not exactly. I don’t know that the arts have a
milieu here,any o f them ; they
’re more like a very thinlys ettled outskirt .”
But you care for such things ? ”
Immensely. When I ’m in Paris or London I neverm is s an exhibition . I try to keep up .
”
She looked down at the tip o f the little satin boot thatpeeped from her long draperies .
“I used to care immensely too : my li fe was full ofsuch things . But now I want to try no t to .
”
“You want to try not to ?”
Yes : I want to cast o ff al l my old li fe, to b ecome justlike everybody else here.
”
Archer reddened .
“You’l l never be like everybodye l se,
” he said .
She raised her straight eyebrows a little . “Ah,don ’t
say that . If you knew how I hate to be diff erent !”
Her face had grown as sombre as a tragic mask . Sheleaned forward, clasping her knee in her thin hands, andlooking away from him into remote dark distances .
“I want to get away from it all,
” she insisted .
He waited a moment and cleared his throat . “I know.
Mr . Lette rb lair has told me .”“Ah ? ”“That’s the reason I ’ve come . He aske d me to—you
s e e I ’m in the firm .
”
She looked slightly surprised, and then her eyes
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brightened .
“You mean you can manage it for me ?
I can talk to you instead o f Mr . Le tte rb lair ? Oh , thatwill be so much easier !”
Her tone touched him,and his confidence grew with
his self-satisfaction . He perceived that she had spoken
o f business to Beaufort simply to get rid of him ; and tohave routed Beaufort was something of a triumph .
“I am here to talk about it,” he repeated .
She sat silent,her head sti ll propped by the arm that
rested on the back o f the sofa . Her face looked paleand extinguished , as i f dimmed by the rich red o f herdress . She struck Archer, o f a sudden, as a p athetic andeven piti ful figure .
“Now we’re coming to hard facts , he thought, conscious in himself o f the same instinctive recoil that hehad so often criticised in his mother and her contem
porarie s . How little practice he had had in dealingwith unusual situations ! Their very vocabulary wasunfamiliar
’
to him , and seemed to belong to fiction andthe stage . In face of what was coming he felt as awkward and embarrassed as a boy.
A fter a pause Madame Olenska broke out with un
expected vehemence : “I want to be free ; I want towipe out all the past .
“I under stand that .rHe r fac e warmed . Then you’ll help me ? ”“First he hesitated—“perhaps I ought to know alittle more .She seemed surprised . You know about my husband—my li fe with him ?
”
He made a sign of assent .“
Well—then—what more is there ? In this countryare sii ch things tolerated ? I ’m a Protestant—our churchdoes not forbid divorce in such cases .”
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Certainly no t.”
They were both silent again, and Archer felt thespectre o f Count Olenski’s letter grimacing hideouslybe tween them . The letter fi lle d only hal f a page
,and
was just what he had described it to be in speaking o f
it to Mr. Le tte rb lair : the vague charge o f an angryblackguard . But how much truth was behind it ? OnlyCount Olenski’s wife could tell .
“I ’ve looked through the pape rs you gave to Mr. Lette rb lair,
” he said at length .
“Well—can there be anything more abominable ? ”
No .
”
She changed her position slightly, screening her eyesw ith her li fted hand .
“Of course you know, Archer continued,“that i f your
husband chooses to fight the case - as he threatens to“Yes“He can say things—things that might be unpl—might
b e disagreeable to you : say them publicly, so that theyw ould get about, and harm you even if
Cl
If_
“I mean : no matter how unfounded they were .She paused for a long interval ; so long that, not
w ishing to keep his eyes on her shaded face,he had time
to imprint on his mind the exact shape o f her otherhand, the one on her knee, and every detail o f the threerings on her fourth and fifth fingers ; among which, henoticed
,a wedding ring did not appear .
“What harm could such accusations, even i f he madethem publicly, do me hereIt was on his lips to exclaim : My poor child—far
more harm than anywhere else !” Instead, he answered,in a voice that sounded in his ears like Mr. Lette rb lair
’
s
“N ew York society is a very small world compared with
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He looked down into the fire . “Sincerely, then—whatshould you gain that would compensate for the po ssibilitythe certainty—o f a lo t of beastly talk ? ”“But my freedom— i s that nothing ? ”
It flashed across him at that instant that the chargein the letter was true
,and that she hoped to marry the
partner of her guilt . How was he to tell her that, i f shereal ly cherished such a plan
,the laws of the State were
inexorably opposed to it ? The mere suspicion that thethought was in her mind made him feel harshly andimpatiently toward her. But aren’t you as fre e as airas it i s ? ” he returned .
“Who can touch you ? Mr .Le tte rb lair tells me the financial question has beensettledOh , yes , she said indiff erently.
Well, then : i s it worth while to risk what may b einfinitely disagreeable and painful ? Think of the newspapers—their vileness ! It’s all stupid and narrow andunjust—but one can’t make over society.
”
“N0, she acquiesced ; and her tone was so faint anddesolate that he felt a sudden remorse for his own hardthoughts .
“The individual,in such cases
,i s nearly always sacri
ficed to what is supposed to b e the collective interestpeople cling to any convention that keeps the family together—protects the children, i f there are any, herambled on, pouring out all the stoc k phrases that roseto his lips in his intense desire to cover over the uglyreality which her silence seemed to have laid bare . Sinceshe would not or could not say the one word that wouldhave cleared the air
,his wish was not to let her feel
that he was trying to probe into he r sec re t. Better keepon the surface, in the prudent old New York way, thanrisk uncovering a wound he could not heal .
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"It’s my business,you know, he went on , to
'
help you
to see these things as the people who are fondest of yousee them . The Mingotts , the Wellands , the van der
Luydens , all your friends and relations : i f I didn’t show
you honestly how they judge such questions,it wouldn’t
be fair o f me,would it He spoke insistently, almost
pleading with her in his eagerness to cover up thatyawning silence .She said slowly : No ; it wouldn
’t be fair .The fire had crumbled down to greyness
,and one of
the lamps made a gurgling appeal for attention . MadameOlenska rose, wound it up and returned to the fire, butwithout resuming her seat .Her remaining onher feet seemed to signify that there
was nothing more for either o f them to say, and Archerstood up also .
“Very well ; I will do what you wish , she saidabruptly. The blood rushed to his forehead ; and, takenaback by the suddenness o f her surrender, he caught hertwo hands awkwardly in his .
“I—I do want to help you
,he said .
You do help me . Good night, my cousin .
He bent and laid his lips on her hands , which werecold and li feless . She drew them away, and he turnedto the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gaslight o f the hall, and plunged out into the winter nightbursting with the belated eloquence o f the inarticulate .
T WAS a crowded night at Wallack’ s theatre .The play was “The Shaughraun,
” with Dion Bouc icault in the title r61e and Harry Montague and AdaDyas as the lovers . The popularity of the admirableEnglish company was at its height, and the Shaughraun
a lways packed the house . In the galleries the enthu
siasm was unreserved ; in the stalls and boxes, peoplesmiled a little at the hackneyed sentiments and claptrap situations, and enj oyed the play as much as the
galleries did .
There was one episode, in particular, that held the
house from floor to ceiling. It was that in which HarryMontague, after a sad, almost monosyllabic scene of
p arting with Miss Dyas , bade her good-bye, and turnedto go . The actress , who was standing near the mantel
p iece and looking down into the fire , wore a gray cash
mere dress without fashionable loopings or trimmings,moulded to her tal l figure and flowing in long lines abouther feet . Around her neck was a narrow black velvetribbon with the ends falling down her back .
When her wooer turned from her she rested her armsagainst the mantel-shel f and bowed her face in her hands .On the threshold he paused to look at her ; then he stoleback, li fted one o f the ends of velvet ribbon, kissed it,and left the room without her hearing him or changinghe r attitude . And on this silent parting the curtain fell .It was always for the sake o f that particular scene
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had felt from the first in Madame Olenska. The quiet,almost passive young woman struck him as exactly thekind o f person to whom things were bound to happe n,no matter how much she shrank from them and wentout o f her way to avoid them . The exciting fact washer having lived in an atmosphere so thick with dramathat her own tendency to provoke it had apparently
passed unperceived . It was precisely the odd absenceo f surprise in her that gave him the sense o f her havingbeen plucked out o f a very maelstrom : the things shetook for granted gave the measure of
[those she had
rebelled against .Archer had left he r with the conviction that Count
Olenski’
s accusation was not unfounded . The myste rious person who figured in his wife’s past as “the secretary had probably not been unrewarded for his sharein her escape . The conditions from which she had fledwere intolerable, past speaking o f, past believing : she
was young, she was frightened, she was desperate—whatmore natural than that she should be grateful to herr escuer ? The pity was that her gratitude put her
,in the
law ’s eyes and the world’s,on a par with her abominable
husband . Archer had made her understand this,as he
was bound to do ; he had also made her understand thatsimple-hearted kindly New York
, onwhose larger charityshe had apparently counted, was precisely the p lace whereshe could least hope for indulgence .To have to make this fact plain to her—and to witnessher resigned acceptance of it—had been intolerably painful to him . He felt himsel f drawn to her by obscurefeelings of j ealousy and pity, as i f her dumbly-confessederror had put her at his mercy
,humbling yet endearing
her. He was glad it was to him she had revealed hersecret, rather than to the cold scrutiny o f Mr. Le tterb lair,
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or the embarrassed gaze o f her family. He immediatelytook it upon himsel f to assure them both that she hadgiven up her idea o f seeking a divorce, basing her decision on the fact that she had understood the uselessness
o f the proceeding ; and with infinite relief they had allturned their eyes from the “unpleasantness” she hadspared them .
“I was sure Newland would manage it,” Mrs . Welland
had said proudly of her future son-in- law and o ld Mrs .Mingott, who had summoned him for a confidentialinterview
,had congratulated him on his cleverness, and
added impatiently “Silly goose ! I told her mysel fwhat nonsense it was . Wanting to pass hersel f o ff asEllen Mingott and an old maid
,when she has the luck
to be a married woman and a Countess !”
These incidents had made the memory o f his last talkwith Madame Olenska so vivid to the young man thatas the curtain fell on the parting of the two actors hiseyes filled with tears
,and he stood up to leave the
theatre .In doing so
,he turned to the side o f the house be hind
h im , and saw the lady o f whom he was thinking seatedin a box with the Beauforts
,Lawrence Leff erts and one
or two other men . He had not spoken with her alonesince their evening together
,and had tried to avoid
being with her in company ; but now their eyes met, andas Mrs . Beaufort recognised him at the same time
,and
made her langu id l ittle gesture o f invitation, it wasimpossible not to go into the b ox .
Beaufort and Lefferts made way for him,and after a
few words with Mrs . Beaufort, who always preferredto look beauti ful and not have to talk, Archer seatedhimself behind Madame Olenska . There was no one
else in the box but Mr. Sillerton Jackson, who was te ll
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ing Mrs . Beaufort in a confidential undertone about Mrs .Lemuel Struthers’s last Sunday reception (where somepeople reported that there had been dancing). Undercover Of this circumstantial narrative
,to which Mrs
Beaufort listened with her perfect smile,and her head
at just the right angle to be seen in profile from the
stalls , Madame Olenska turned and spoke in a low voice . ‘
“Do you think,” she asked
,glancing toward the stage,
he will send her a bunch of yellow roses tomorrowmorning ? ”
Archer reddened, and his heart gave a leap of surprise . He had called only twice on Madame Olenska,and each time he had sent her a box o f yellow roses
,
and each time without a card . She had never beforemade any allusion to the flowers, and he supposed shehad never thought o f him as the sender . Now her sudden recognition o f the gi ft, and her associating it withthe tender leave-taking on the stage, filled him with an
agitated pleasure .“I was thinking o f that too—I was going to leave thetheatre in order to take the picture away with me
,
”he
said .
To his surprise her colour rose,reluctantly and duskily.
She looked down at the mother-o f-pearl opera-glass inher smoothly gloved hands
,and said
,after a pause :
“What do you do while May is away ? ”“I stick to my work,
” he answered,faintly annoyed
by the question .
In obedience to a long-established habit, the Wellandshad left the previous week for St . Augustine, where,out of regard for the supposed susceptibility of Mr .W elland’s bronchial tubes, they always spent the latterpart of the winter . Mr . Welland was a mild and silent
man, with no opinions but with many habits . With these
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at him under lowered lids . “I have done what you
wished—what you advised,” she said abruptly.
“Ah—I’m glad,” he returned
,embarrassed by her
broaching the subj ect at such a moment .“I understand—that you were right, she went on al ittle breathlessly ;
“but sometimes li fe i s difficultperplexing
“I know.
And I wanted to tell you that I do feel you wereright ; and that I
’m grateful to you,she ended
,l ifting
her opera-glass quickly to her eyes as the door of thebox opened and Beaufort’s resonant voice broke in on
them .
Archer stood up, and le ft the b ox and the theatreOnly the day before he had received a letter fromMay Welland in which
,w ith characteristic candour
,she
had asked him to “be kind to Ellen” in their absence .She likes you and admires you so much—and you know,
though she doesn’t show it, she’s stil l very lonely and
unhappy. I don ’t think Granny understands her, o r
uncle Lovell M ingott either ; they really think she’ s
much worldlier and fonder o f society than she is . AndI can quite see that New York must seem dull to her,though the family won’t a dmit it . I think she ’s beenused to lots o f things we haven’t got ; wonderful music,and picture shows, and celebrities—artists and authorsand all the clever people you admire . Granny can’tunderstand her wanting anything but lots of dinners andclothes—but I can see that you ’re almost the only personin N ew York who can talk to her about what she reallycares for.”
His wise May—how he had loved her for that letter !
(But he had not meant to act on it ; he was too busy,to
begin with,and he did not care, as an engaged man, to
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play too conspicuously the part o f Madame Olenska’
s
champion . He had an idea that she knew how to takecare o f hersel f a good deal better than the ingenuousMay imagined . She had Beaufort at her feet, Mr . vander Luyden hovering above her like a protecting deity.and any number o f candidates (Lawrence Le fi e rts
among them) waiting their opportunity in the middledistance . Yet he never saw her, or exchanged a wordwith her, without feeling that, after all, May
’s ingenuousness almost amounted to a gi ft of divination . EllenOlenska lonely and she was unhappy.
S HE came out into the lobby Archer ran acrosshis friend Ned Winsett
,the only one among what
Janey called his “clever people” with whom he cared toprobe into things a little deeper than the average levelo f club and chop
-house banter.He had caught sight, across the house, o f W insett’sshabby round-shouldered back
,and had once noticed his
eyes turned toward the Beaufort box . The two menshook hands
,and Winsett proposed a bock at a little
German restaurant around the corner . Archer,who
was not in the mood for the kind o f talk they were likelyto get there, de clined on the plea that he had work to doat home ; and Winsett said :
“Oh,well so have I for
that matter, and I’l l be the Industrious Apprentice too .
”
The y strolled along together, and presently Winsettsaid : Look here, what I
’m really after is the name o fthe dark lady in that swell box o f yours—with the Beauforts, wasn
’t she ? The one your friend Leff erts seemsso smitten by.
”
Archer, he could not have said why, was slightlyannoyed . What the devil did Ned Winsett want withEllen Olenska’s name ? And above all , why did hecouple it with Le ffe rts ’s ? It was unlike Winsett tomanifest such curiosity ; b ut after all, Archer remembered,he was a journalist .“It’s not for an interview,
I hope he laughed .
“Well—not for the press ; just for myself,” Winsett
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were the most interesting thing about him,and always
made Archer wonder why they had allowed him to
accept failure so stolidly at an age when most men arestill struggling.
Archer had known that Winsett had a wi fe and child,but he had never seen them . The two men always metat the Century
,or at some haunt o f j ournalists and
theatrical people,such as the restaurant where Winsett
had proposed to go for a bock . He had given Archerto understand that his wife was an invalid ; which mightbe true of the poor lady
, or might merely mean that shewas lacking in social gi fts or in evening clothes , or inboth . Winsett himsel f had a savage abhorrence o f socialObservances :Archer, who dressed in the evening becausehe thought it cleaner and more comfortable to do so,
and who had never stopped to consider that cleanlinessand comfort are two of the costliest items in a modestbudget, regarded Winsett
’
s attitude as part of the boringBohem ian” pose that always made fashionable people,who changed their clothes without talking about it
,and
were not forever harping on the number of servants onekept, seem so much simpler and less self-conscious thanthe others . Nevertheless, he was always stimulated byWinsett
,and whenever he caught sight o f the j ournalist
’ slean bearded face and melancholy eyes he would routhim out of his corner and carry him off for a long talk.Winsett was not a journalist by choice. He was apure man of letters
,untimely born in a world that had
no need of letters ; but after publishing one volume ofb rief and exquisite literary appreciations, o f w hich one
hundred and twenty copies were sold,thirty given away,
and the balance eventually destroyed by the publishers
(as per contract) to make room for more marketablematerial
,he had abandoned his real calling, and taken a
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sub-editorial job on a women’s weekly, where fashionplates and paper patterns alternated with New Englandlove-stories and advertisements o f temperance drinks .On the subj ect o f “Hearth-fire s (as the paper wascalled) he was inexhaustibly entertaining ; but beneath
his fun lurked the sterile bitterness o f the sti ll youngman who has tri ed and given up . His conversationalways made Archer take the measure o f his own li fe,and feel how little it contained ; but Winse tt
’
s, after all ,
contained stil l less,and though their common fund of
intellectual interests and curiosities made their talksexhilarating, their exchange o f views usually remainedwithin the limits o f a pensive dilettantism .
“The fact is, life isn’t much a fit for either o f us,
Winsett had once said .
“I ’m down and out ; nothing tobe done about it. I ’ve got only one ware to produce,and there’s no market for it here, and won
’t be in mytime . But you’re free and you’re well-o ff . Why don’t
you get into touch ? There’s only one way to do it : to
go into politics .”
Archer threw his head back and laughed . There onesaw at a flash the unbridgeable difi e rence between menlike Winsett and the others—Archer’s kind . Every one
in polite circles knew that,in America
,a gentleman
couldn’
t go into politics .” But,since he could hardly
put it in that way to Winsett, he answered evasively :“Look at the career o f the honest man in American politics ! They don ’t want us .
“Who
’
s ‘they’ ? Why don’t you all get together andbe ‘they’ yourselves ? ”
Archer’
s laugh lingered on his lips in a slightly con
descending smile . It was useless to prolong the discuss ion : everybody knew the melancholy fate o f the fewgentlemenwho had risked their clean linen in municipal
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or state pol itics in New York . The day was past when
that sort of thing was possible : the country was in pos~
session of the bosses and the emigrant, and decent pe oplehad to fall back on sport o r culture .
“Culture ! Yes— ii we had it ! But there are just afew little local patches
,dying out here and there for
lack o f—well , hoeing and cross- fertilising : the last remnants o f the o ld European tradition that your forebearsbrought with them . But you’re in a pitiful little minority : you’ve got no centre , no competition, no audience .You’re like the pictures on the walls o f a deserted
house :‘The Portrait of a Gentleman .
’ You’ ll neveramount to anything, any o f you, til l you roll up yoursleeves and get right down into the muck . That, or
emigrate God ! I f I could emigrateArcher mentally shrugged his shoulders and turnedthe conversation back to books, where Winsett, if un
certain,was always interesting. Emigrate l As i f a
gentleman could abandon his own country ! One couldno more do that than one could roll up one’s sleeves and
go down into the muck. A gentleman simply stayed athome and abstained . But you couldn’t make a man likeWinsett see that ; and that was why the New York o f
literary clubs and exotic restaurants,though a first shake
made it seem more of a kaleidoscope, turned out, in theend, to be a smaller box , with a more monotonous pattern , than the assembled atoms o f Fifth Avenue .
The next morning Archer scoured the town in vainfor more yellow roses . In consequence o f thi s searchhe arrived late at the office
, perceived that hi s doing so
made no difference whatever to - any one , and was filledwith sudden exasperation at the elaborate futility o f hisl ife. Why should he not be, at that moment, on the .
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letter the following day. This unexpected silence mortified him beyond reason, and though the next morning hesaw a glorious cluster o f yellow roses behind a fiorist’swindow-pane
,he left it there . It was only on the third
morning that he received a line by post from the CountessO lenska. To his surprise it was dated from Skuyte rc liff ,whither the van der Luydens had promptly retreatedafter putting the Duke on board his steamer.
“I ran away,” the writer began abruptly (without the
usual preliminaries),“th e day after I saw you at the
play, and these kind friends have taken me in . I wantedto be quiet
,and think things over . You were right in
telling me how kind they were ; I feel mysel f so safehere . I wish that you were with us . She ended with aconventional “Yours sincerely
,and without any allu
s ion to the date o f her return .
The tone of the note surprised the young man . Whatwas Madame Olenska running away from
,and why did
she feel the need to be safe ? His first thought was o fsome dark menace from abroad ; then he reflected thathe did not know her epistolary style
,and that it might
run to picturesque exaggeration . Women always e x aggerated ; and moreover she was not wholly at her ease inEnglish, which she o ften spoke as i f she were translatingfrom the French .
“
Je me suis évadée put in that way,the opening sentence immediately suggested that shemight merely have wanted to escape from a boring roundo f engagements ; which was very likely true, for hej udged her to be capricious, and easily wearied of thepleasure o f the moment .It amused him to think o f the van der Luydens
’ havingcarried her off to Skuyte rcliff on a second visit, and thistime for an indefinite period . The doors o f Skuyte rclitf
were rarely and grudgingly opened to visitors, and a
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‘
chilly week-end was the most ever offered to the fewthus privileged . But Archer had seen, on his last visitto Paris
,the delicious play of Labiche,
“Le Voyage deM . Berrichon ,
” and he remembered M . Pe rrichon’
s
dogged and undiscouraged attachment to the young manwhom he had pulled out of the glacier . The van derLuydens had rescued Madame O lenska from a doomalmost as icy ; and though there were many other reasonsfor being attracted to her, Archer knew that beneaththem all lay the gentle and obstinate determination togo on rescuing her .He felt a distinct disappointment on learning that shewas away ; and almost immediately remembered that,only .the day before, he had refused an invitation tospend the following Sunday with the Reggie Chive rse sat their house on the Hudson, a few miles below Skuyterc litf .
He had had his fill long ago o f the noisy friendlyparties at Highbank , with coasting, ice-boating, sleighing, long tramps in the snow,
and a general flavour o f
mild fli rting and milder practical j okes . He had justreceived a box o f new books from his London bookseller, and had preferred the prospe ct o f a quiet Sundayat home with his spoils . But he now went into the clubwriting-room, wrote a hurried telegram,
and told theservant to send it immediately . He knew that Mrs .Reggie didn
’t obj ect to her visitors’ suddenly changingtheir minds , and that there was always a room to sparein her elas tic house.
EWLAND ARCHER arrived at the Chiverse s’ on“
Friday evening, and on Saturday went conscientiously through all the rites appertaining to a week-endat Highbank .
In the morning he had a spin in the ice-boat with hishostess and a few o f the hardier guests ; in the afternoon he “went over the farm” with Reggie, and listened,in the elaborately appointed stables, to long and impress ive disquisitions on the horse ; after tea he talked in a
corner o f the fire lit hall with a young lady who had
p rofessed herself broken-hearted when h is engagementwas announced, but was now eager to tel l him o f herownmatrimonial hopes ; and finally
,about midnight
,he
assisted in putting a gold-fish inone visitor’s bed, dressedup a burglar in the bath-room o f a nervous aunt, and
saw in the small hours by jo ining in a pillow-fight that
ranged from the nurseries to the basement. But onSunday after luncheon he borrowed a cutter, and droveover to Skuyte rclitf .People had always been told that the house at Skuy
te rclitf was an Ital ian villa . Those who had never beento Italy believed it ; so did some who had . The househad been built by Mr . van der Luyden in his youth, onhis return from the grand tour, and in anticipationo f his approaching marriage with Miss Louisa Dagonet.It was a large square wooden structure, with tonguedapd grooved walls painted pale green and white, a Corin
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meet the ladies ; and the butler, obviously relieved, closedthe door on him majestically.
A groom took the cutter to the stables, and Archer
struck through the park to the high-road . The village
o f Skuyte rcliff was only a mile and a half away, but heknew that Mrs . van der Luyden never walked, and thathe must keep to the road to meet the carriage. Presently,however
,coming down a foot-path that crossed the high
way, he caught sight o f a slight figure in a red cloak ,with a big dog running ahead . He hurried forward, andMadame Olenska stopped short with a smile of welcome.
“Ah,you’ve come ! she said, and drew her hand from
her muff .The red cloak made her look gay and vivid, like theEllen Mingott o f old days ; and he laughed as he tookher hand, and answered :
“I came to see what you wererunning away from .
”
Her face clouded over, but she answered : Ah,well
you will see, presently.
”
The answer puzzled him . Why—do you me an thatyou’ve been overtaken ?”
She shrugged her shoulders,with a little movement like
Nastasia’
s, and rejoined in a lighter tone :“Shall we
walk on? I ’m so cold after the sermon . And whatdoes it matter, now you
’re here to protect me ? ”
The blood rose to his temples and he caught a fold of
her cloak .
“Ellen—what is it ? You must tell me .“Oh, presently—let’s run a race first : my feet are
freezing to the ground,” she cried ; and ga thering up
the cloak she fled away across the snow,the dog leaping
about her with challenging barks . For a moment Archer
stood watching, his gaze delighted by the flash o f thered meteor against the snow ; then he started after her,
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and they met, panting and laughing, at a wicket that led
into the park .
She looked up at him and smiled . I knew you’d
c ome !”“That shows you wanted me to, he returned, with a
di sproportionate joy in their nonsense . The white glittero f the trees filled the air with its ownmysterious brightness
,and as they walked on over the snow the ground
s eemed to sing under their feet .“Where did you come from ? ” ‘Madame Olenska asked .
He told her,and added : “It was because I got your
note .”
After a pause she said,with a just perceptible chill
in her voice : “May asked you to take care o f me .”
“I didn’t need any asking.
”
You mean—I’m so evidently helpless and defenceless ? What a poor thing you must all think me ! But
women here seem not—seem never to feel the need : anymore than the blessed in heaven .
”
He lowered his voice to ask : What sort o f a need“Ah, don
’t ask me ! I don’t speak your language,
she retorted petulantly.
The answer smote him like a blow,and he stood sti ll
in the path,looking down at her .
“What did I come for, i f I don’t speak yours ? ”
Oh, my friend She laid her hand lightly on hisarm
, and he pleaded earnestly :“Ellen—why won’t you
tell me what’s happened
She shrugged again . Does anything ever happen inheaven ? ”
He was silent, and they walked on a few yards without exchanging a word . Finally she said : “I will tel l
you—but where, where, where ? One can ’t be alone
for a minute in that great seminary o f a house,with all
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the doors wide open,and always a servant bringing tea,
or a log for the fire, or the newspape r ! Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be byone’ s self ? You’re so shy, and yet you
’re so public . Ialways feel as i f I were in the convent again—or on the
stage,before a dreadfully polite audience that never
applauds .”“Ah, you don
’t like us !” Archer exclaimed .
They were walking pas t the house of the old Patroon,with its squat walls and smal l square windows com
pactly grouped about a central chimney. The shuttersstood wide, and through one o f the newly—washed wimdows Archer caught the light o f a fire .
“Why—the house is open !” he said .
She stood still . “No ; only for today, at least . Iwanted to see it, andMr. van der Luyden had the firelit and ‘ the windows opened, so that we might stop thereon the way back from church this morning. She ranup the steps and tried the doo r . “It’s stil l unlockedWhat luck ! Come in and we can have a quiet talk. Mrs .van der Luyden has driven over to see her old aunts atRhinebeck and we shan’t be missed at the house foranother hour.”
He followed her into the narrow passage . Hrs sp irits,which had dropped at her last words
,rose with an
irrational leap . The homely little house stood there, itspanels and brasses shining in the fire light, as i f magicallycreated to receive them . A big bed o f embers stillgleamed in the kitchen chimney, under an iron pot hungfrom an ancient crane. Rush-bottomed arm-chairs facedeach other across the tiled hearth
,and rows o f Del ft
plates stood on shelves against the walls . Archerstooped over and threw a log upon the embers .Madame O lenska, dropping her cloak, sat down in one
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was advancing along the path to the house . The manwas Julius Beaufort .
“Ah Archer cried,bursting into a laugh .
Madame Olenska had sprung up and moved to hi ss ide, slipping her hand into his ; but after a glancethrough the window her face paled and she shrank back“So that was it ? ” Archer said derisively.
“I didn’t know he was here, Madame Olenska murmured . Her hand still clung to Archer’s ; but he drewaway from her, and walking out into the passage threwopen the door o f the house .
“Hallo , Beaufort—this way ! Madame Olenska wasexpecting you ,
” he said .
During his journey back to New York the next morning
,Archer relived with a fatiguing vividness hi s last
moments at Skuyte rc liff .
Beaufort, though clearly annoyed at finding him withMadame Olenska, had, as usual , carried off the situ ationhigh-handedly. His way o f ignoring pe ople whose presence inconvenienced him actually gave them
,i f they
were sensitive to it,a feeling of invisibil ity, o f non
existence . Archer, as the three strolled back through thepark, was aware of this odd sense o f disembodime nt ; andhumbling as it was to his vanity it gave him the ghostlyadvantage o f observing unobserved .
Beaufort had entered the little house with his usualeasy assurance ; but he could not smile away the verticalline between his eyes . It was fairly clear that Madame
Olenska had not known that he was coming, though her
words to Archer had hinted at the possibility ; at anyrate
,she had evidently not told him where she was going
when she left New York, and her unexplained departure
had exasperated him . The ostensible reason o f his ap~
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pearance was the discovery, the very night before, o f a“perfect little house
,
” not in the market, which was reallyjust the thing for her
,but would be snapped up instantly
i f she didn ’t take it ; and he was loud in mock-reproaches
f or the dance she had led him in running away just as
he had found it .“I f only this new dodge for talking along a wire had
been a little bit nearer perfection I might have told youall this from town
,and been toasting my toes before the
club fire at this minute,instead o f tramping after you
through the snow ,
” he grumbled, disguising a real irritation under the pretence of it ; and at this Opening MadameO lenska twisted the talk away to the fantastic possibilitythat they might one day actually converse with each otherfrom street to street
,or even— incredible dream — from
one town to another . This struck from all three al lusionsto Edgar Poe and Jules Verne, and such platitudes asnaturally rise to the lips o f the most intelligent when theyare talking against time, and dealing with a new invention in which it would seem ingenuous to believe toosoon ; and the question o f the telephone carried themsafely back to the big house .Mrs . van der Luydenhad not yet returned ; and Archer
took his leave and walked off to fetch the cutter,while
Beaufort followed the Countess Olenska indoors . Itwas probable that, l ittle as the van der Luydens encour
aged unannounced visits, he could count on being askedto dine, and sent back to the station to catch the nineo’
clock train ; but more than that he would certainly notget, for it would b e inconceivable to his hosts that agentleman travelling without luggage should wish to
spend the night, and distasteful to them to propo se itto a person with whom they were on terms of suchlimited cordiality as Beaufort .
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Beaufort knew all this, and must have foreseen it ;and his taking the long journey for so small a rewardgave the measure of his impatience . He was undeniablyin pursuit o f the Countess Olenska ; and Beaufort hadonly one obj ect in view in his pursuit o f pretty women .
His dull and childl ess home had long since palled onhim ;and in addition to more permanent consolations he wasalways in quest o f amorous adventures in his own set .This was the man from whom Madame Olenska was
avowedly flying : the question was whether she had fledbecause his importunities displeased her, or because shedid not wholly trust herself to resist them ; unless, indeed,all her talk of flight had been a blind, and her departureno more than a manoeuvre.Archer did not really believe this . Little as he had
actually seen o f Madame Olenska, he was beginning tothink that he could read her face, and i f not her face, hervoice ; and both had betrayed annoyance, and even dismay, at Beaufort
’s sudden appearance . But, after all,
i f thi s were the case,was it not worse than i f she had
left New York for the express purpose of meeting him ?
If she had done that, she ceased to be an obj ect o finterest
,she threw in her lot with the vulgarest o f dis
semb le rs : a woman engaged in a love affair with Beaufort “classed” herself i rretrievably.
No,it was worse a thousand times i f
,judging Beam
fort, and probably despising him ,she was yet drawn to
him by all that gave him an advantage over the othermen about her : his habit o f two continents and tw o
societies,his familiar association with artists and actors
and people general ly in the world’s eye,and his careless
contempt for local prejudices . Beaufort was vulgar, hewas uneducated
,he was purse-proud ; but the circum
s tances oi his l ife, and a certain native shrewdness, made
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denly, among them,he lit on a small volume of verse
which he had ordered because the name had attractedhim : The House o f Life .” He took it up , and foundh imsel f plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever
b reathed in books ; so warm, so rich, and yet so inefiab lytender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the moste lementary of human passions . All through the night hepursued through those enchanted pages the vision o f awoman who had the face o f Ellen Olenska but when hewoke the next morning, and looked out at the brownstone houses across the street, and thought o f his deskinMr . Lette rb lair’s office
,and the family pew in Grace
Church,his hour in the park o f Skuytercliff became as far.
outside the pale of probability as the visions o f the night .“Mercy, how pale you look, Newland !
” Janey comm ented over the coffee-cups at breakfast ; and his motheradded : “Newland, dear, I
’ve noticed lately that you’veb e en coughing ; I do hope you
’re not letting yoursel f b eo verworked ? ” For it was the conviction o f bo th ladiesthat, under the iron de spotism of his senior partners, the
young man’s li fe was spent in the most exhausting pro
fe ssional labours—and he had never though t it necessaryto undeceive them .
The next two or three days dragged by heavily . The
taste o f the usual was like cinders in his mouth , andthere were moments when he felt as i f he were beingburied alive under his future . He heard nothing o f the
Countess Olenska,or of the perfect l ittle house, and
though he met Beaufort at the club they merely noddedat each other across the whist-tables . It was not tillthe fourth evening that he found a note awaiting him onhis return home. “Come late tomorrow : I must explainto you . Ellen .
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The young man,who was dining out
,thrust the note
into his pocket,smiling a little at the Frenchness o f the
“to you . After dinner he went to a play ; and it wasnot until his return home
,after midnight
,that he drew
Madame O lenska’s missive out again and re -read itslowly a number o f times . There were several ways ofanswering it, and he gave considerable thought to eachone during the watches o f an agitated night . That onwhich, when morning came, he finally decided was topitch some clothes into a portmanteau and jump onboarda boat that was leaving that very afternoon for St .
Augustine.
HEN Archer walked down the sandy main streeto f St. Augustine to the house which had be en
p ointed out to him as Mr. Welland’s , and saw May Wel
land standing under a magnolia with the sun in her hair,he wondered why he had waited so long to come .Here was truth
,here was reality
,here was the life that
belonged to him ; and he, who fancied himself so scornful o f arbitrary res traints, had been afraid to breakaway from his desk because o f what people might thinko f his stealing a holiday !Her first exclamation was : Newland—has anything
h appened ? ” and it occurred to him that it would havebeen more “feminine” if she had instantly read in hise yes why he had come . But when he answered : YesI found I had to see you
,
” her happy blushes took thec hill from her surprise , and he saw how easily he wouldb e forgiven, and how soon even Mr . Lette rb lair
’
s milddisapproval would be smiled away by a tolerant family.
Early as it was,the main street was no place for any
b ut formal greetings, and Archer longed to be alone withMay, and to pour out all his tenderness and his impatienc e . It stil l lacked an hour to the late Welland breakfast-time
,and instead o f asking him to come in she pro
p osed that they should walk out to anold orange-gardenb eyond the town. She had just been for a row on the
r iver,and the sun that netted the little waves with gold
s e emed to have caught her in its meshes . Across the
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Al l this kept her very busy, and she had not had timeto do more than look at the little vellum book that Archerhad sent her the week b e fore
‘ (the“Sonnets from the
Portuguese”) but she was learning by heart“How they
brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix ,” because it
was one o f the first things he had ever read to her ; andit amused her to be able to tell him that Kate Merryhad never even heard o f a poet called Robert Browning.
Presently she started up,exclaiming that they would
be late fo r breakfast ; and they hurried back to the tumble-down house with its paintless porch and unprunedhedge of plumbago and pink geraniums where the Wellands were installed for the winter, Mr . Welland
’s sens itive domesticity shrank from the discomforts of theslovenly southern hotel , and at immense expense, and inface of almost insupe rhb le difficulties, Mrs . Welland wasobliged, year after year, to improvise an establishmentpartly made up o f discontented New York servants andpartly drawn from the local African supply.
“The doctors want my husband to feel that he is in hisown home ; otherwise he would be so wretched that thecl imate would not do him any good,
” she explained,winter a fter winter, to the sympathising Philadelphiansand Baltimoreans ; and Mr. Welland, be aming across abreakfast table miraculously supplied with the most varie ddelicacies
,was presently saying to Archer : “You see
,my
dear fellow,we camp—we l iterally camp . It e ll my wife
and May that I want to teach them how to rough it .”
Mr . and ‘Mrs . Welland had been as much surprised astheir daughter by the young man’s sudden arrival ; butit had occurred to him to explain that he had felt himself on the verge of a nasty cold
,and this seemed to Mr.
Welland an all-suffic ient reason for abandoning any duty.“You can’t be too careful , especial ly toward spring,
”
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he said,heaping his plate with straw-coloured griddle
cakes and drowning them in golden syrup .
“I f I ’d onlybeen as prudent at your age May would have been dancing at the Assemblies now
,instead o f spending her win
ters in a wilderness with an old invalid .
”
“Oh,but I love it here
,Papa ; you know I do . I f only
Newland could stay I should like it a thousand timesbe tter than New York .
“Newland must stay till he has quite thrown o ff his
cold,
” said Mrs . Welland indulgently ; and the youngman laughed
,and said he supposed there was such a
thing as one’s profession .
He managed,however
,after an exchange o f telegrams
with the firm,to make his cold last a week ; and it shed
an ironic light on the situation to know that Mr. Letterblair’s indulgence was partly due to the satisfactory wayin which his bri lliant young junior partner had settled thetroublesome matter o f the Olenski divorce . ‘Mr. Letterblair had let Mrs . Welland know that Mr . Archer had.rendered an invaluable service” to the whole family
,and
that old Mrs . Manson Mingott had been particularlypleased ; and one day when May had gone for a drivewith her father in the only vehicle the place producedMrs . Welland took occasion to touch on a topic whichshe always avoided in her daughter’s presence .
“I ’m afraid Ellen ’s ideas are not at all l ike ours . Shewas barely eighteen when Medora ‘Manson took her backto Europe - you remember the excitement when she appeared in black at her coming-out ball ? Another o f Medora ’s fads—really this time it was almost prOphe tic !That must have been at least twelve years ago ; and sincethen Ellen has never been to America . No wonder she iscompletely Europe anised .
“But European soc iety is not given to divorce : Coun
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tess Olenska thought she would be conforming to Ameri-ican ideas - in asking for her freedom.
” It was the firsttime that the young man had pronounced her name sincehe had le ft Skuyterc lifi , and he felt the colour rise tohis cheek.
Mrs . Welland smiled compassionately. That is just'
like the extraordinary things that foreigners invent aboutus . They think we dine at two o’clock and countenance '
divorce ! That i s why it seems to me so fool ish to enter-ktain them when they come to N ew York. They accept
’
our hospitality, and then they go home and repeat the'
same stupid stories .Archer made no comment on this, and Mrs . Wellandcontinued : “But we do most thoroughly appreciate yourpersuading Ellen to give up the idea . Hergrandmother :
and her uncle Lovell could do nothing with her ; both of
them have written that her changing her mind was eu
tire ly due to your influence—in fact she said so to hergrandmother. She has an unbounded admiration for
you. Poor Ellen—she was always a wayward child. Iwonder what her fate wil l be
“What we’ve all contrived to make it, he felt like
answering.
“If you’d all o f you rather she should b eBeaufort’s mistress than some decent fellow ’
s wife you’ve
c ertainly gone the right way about it .”
He wondered what Mrs . Welland would have said i fhe had uttered the words instead o f merely thinkingthem . He could picture the sudden decomposure o f he rfirm placid features, to which a lifelong mastery overtrifle s had given an air o f factitious authority. Tracessti ll l ingered on them o f a fresh beauty like he r daughter’s ; and he asked himself if May
’s face was doomed tothicken into the same middle-aged image o f invincib lginnocence .
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Easter in Seville ? And it will be Lent next week !”
she laughed .
“Why shouldn’t we be married in Lent ? ” he rej oined ;but she looked so shocked that he saw his mistake .
“Of course I didn’t mean that, dearest ; but soon afterEaster—so that we could sail at the end o f April . I knowI could arrange it at the office .She smiled dreami ly upon the possibility ; but he per
c e ived that to dream o f it sufficed her. It was like hearing him read aloud out o f his poetry books the beautifulthings that could not possibly happen in real li fe .“Oh
,do go on, Newland ; I do love your descriptions .
“But why should they be only descriptions ? Why
shouldn’t we make them real ?”“We shall
,dearest
, of course ; next year. Her voicel ingered over it .
“Don ’t you want them to be real sooner ? Can’t I persuade you to break away now ? ”
She bowed her head, vanishing from him under herc onniving hat-brim .
“Why should we dream away another year ? Lookat me
,dear ! Don’t you understand how I want you for
my wifeFor a moment she remained motionless ; then she raised
on him eyes o f such despairing clearness that he halfreleased her waist from his hold . But suddenly herlook changed and deepened inscrutably.
“I ’m not sureif I do understand , she said .
“Is it—i s it because you’renot certain of continuing to care for meArcher sprang up from his seat . “My God—perhaps—I don’t know , he broke out angrily.
May Welland rose also ; as they faced each other sheseemed to grow in womanly sta ture and dignity. Both
.were silent for a moment, as i f dismayed by the unfore
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seen trend o f their words : then she said in a low voice“I f that is it— is there some one else ? ”
Some one else—between you and me He echoed
her words slowly,as though they were only half-inte lligi
ble and he wanted time to repeat the question to himself . She seemed to catch the uncertainty o f his voice,for she went on in a deepening tone : “Let us talk frankly,Newland . Sometimes I ’ve felt a difference in you ; e s
pe c ially since our engagement has been announced .
”
“Dear— what madness !” he recovered himself to exclaim .
She met his protest with a faint smile . If it is, itwon’t hurt us to talk about it .” She paused, and added ,li fting her head with one o f her noble movements : Oreven if it ’s true : why sho uldn’t we speak of it ? You
might so easily have made a mistake .”
He lowered his head,staring at the black leaf-pattern
on the sunny path at their feet . “Mistakes are alwayseasy to make ; but i f I had made one o f the kind you suggest, is it l ikely that I should be imploring you to hastenour marriageShe looked downward too ,
disturbing the pattern withthe point of her sunshade while she struggled for expression .
“Yes, she said at length . You might want—oncefor all—to settle the question : it’s one way.
”
Her quiet lucidity startled him, but did not misleadhim into thinking her insensible . Under her hat-brimhe saw the pallor o f her profile
,and a slight tremor o f
the nostril above her resolutely steadied lips .“
Well he questioned, sitting down on the bench,
and looking up at her with a frown that he tried to makeplayful .
She dropped back into her seat and went on: Youmustn
’
t think that a girl knows as little as her parents
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imagine. One hears and one notices -one has one’s feelings and ideas . And of course, long before you told methat you cared for me
,I ’d known that there was some
one else you were interested in ; every one was talkingabout it two years ago at Newport . And once I saw yousitting together on the verandah at a dance—and whenshe came back into the house her face was sad
,and I felt
sorry for her ; I remembered it afterward, when we wereengaged .
”
Her voice had sunk almost to a whisper, and she satclasping and unclasping her hands about the handle o fher sunshade .
”
The young man laid his upon them witha gentle pressure ; his heart dilated with an inexpressiblerelief.
“My dear child—was that it ? If you only knew the
truth !”
She raised her head quickly. Then there is a truthI don’t know ?”
He kept his hand over hers . I meant, the truth aboutthe old story you spe ak o f .
”
“But that’s what I want to know, Newland—what Iought to know . I couldn’t have my happiness made outo f a wrong—an unfairness —to somebody else . And Iwant to be l ieve that it would be the same with you .
What sort o f a l ife could we build on such foundations ?”
Her face had taken on a look of such tragic couragethat he felt like bowing himself down at her feet . “I ’vewanted to say this for a long time,
” she went on .
“I ’vewanted to tell you that, when two people really love eachother
,I understand that there may be situations which
make it right that they should—should go against publicopinion . And if you feel yoursel f in any way pledged
pledged to the person we’ve spoken o f and ifthere is any way any way in which you can fulfi ll
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tive we re all for others, and that she had none for hersel f . It was evident that the eff ort o f speaking had beenmuch greater than her studied composure betrayed
,and
that at his first word o f reassurance she had droppedback into the usual
, as a too -adventurous child takesrefuge in its mother’s arms .Archer had no heart to go on pleading with her ; hewas too much disappointed at the vanishing o f the newbeing who had cast that one deep look at him from he rtransparent eyes . May seemed to be aware o f his disappointment, but without knowing how to alleviate it] ;
and they stood up and walked silently home.
XVII
OUR cousin the Countess cal led on’
mother whileyou were away,
” Janey Archer announced to herbrother on the evening o f his return .
The young man, who was dining alone with his mother
and sister, glanced up in surprise and saw‘Mrs . Archer’s
gaze demurely bent on her plate . Mrs . Archer did not
regard her seclusion from the world as a reason for beingforgottenby it ; and Newland guessed that she was slightlyannoyed that he should be supri sed by Madame Olenska’s visit.She had on a black velvet polonaise with jet buttons,
and a tiny green monkey muff ; I never saw her so sty
li shly dre ssed,” Janey continued .
“She came alone,early
on Sunday afternoon ; luckily the fire was lit in the
drawing-room . She had one o f those new card-cases .She said she wanted to know us because you’d been so
good to her.”
Newland laughed. Madame Olenska always takesthat tone about her friends . She’s very happy at beingamong her ownpeople again .
”
“Yes, so she told us,” said Mrs . Archer. I must say
she seems thankful to be here.”“I hope you liked her
,mother.
Mrs . Archer drew her lips together. She certainlylays hersel f out to please, even when she is calling on
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“Mother doesn’t think her simple,
” Janey interjected,her eyes screwed upon her brother’s face.
“It’s just my old- fashioned feeling ; dear May is my;ideal
,
” said ‘Mrs . Archer.“Ah
,
” said her son,“they’re not alike .
Archer had left St. Augustine charged with manymessages for old Mrs . Mingott ; and a day or two afterhis return to town he called onher.The o ld lady received him with unusual warmth ; she .
was grateful to him for persuading the Countess Olenska to give up the idea o f a divorce ; and when he toldher that he had deserted the office without leave
, and
rushed down to St. Augustine simply because he wantedto see May, she gave an adipose chuckle and patted hisknee with her puff -ball hand .
“Ah, ah—so you kicked over the traces, did you ? And:
I suppose Augusta and Welland pulled long faces, and‘
behaved as if the end o f the world had come ? But‘
l ittle May—she knew better, I’ ll be bound ?”
I hoped she did ; but after all she wouldn’t agree to
what I’d gone down to ask for.”
“Wouldn’t she indeed ? And what was that ?”“I wanted to get her to promise that we should b e
married in April . What’s the use o f our wasting anotheryear ?
”
Mrs . Manson Mingott screwed up her little mouth intoa grimace o f mimic prudery and twinkled at him throughmalicious lids . ‘Ask ‘Mam a,
’ I suppose—the usualstory. Ah, these Mingotts—all alike ! Born in a rut, and
you c an’ t root ’em out o f it. When I built this house :
you’d have thought I was moving to Cali fornia ! No
body ever had built above Fortieth Street- no, says I,nor above the Battery either, before Christopher Colum~
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“Yes,I know . She still looked at him . I went to
see your mother, to ask where you’d gone . I sent a note
that you never answered , and I was afraid you were ill .”
He muttered something about leaving unexpectedly,in a great hurry, and having intended to write to herfrom St . Augustine .
“And of course once you were there you never thoughtof me again !” She continued to beam on him with agaiety that might have been a studied assumption ofindiff erence .
“If she still needs me,she’s determined not to let me
see it,” he thought, stung by her manner . He wanted to
thank her for having been to see his mother,but under
the ancestress’s malicious eye he felt himself tongue-tiedand constrained .
Look at him—ln such hot haste to get married thathe took French leave and rushed down to implore thesilly girl on his knees ! That’s something like a loverthat’s the way handsome Bob Spicer carried o ff my poormother ; and then got tired of her before I was weaned—though they only had to wait eight months for me !But there—you’re not a Spicer
,young man ; luckily for
you and for May . It’s only my poor Ellen that has keptany of their wicked blood ; the rest of them are all modelMingotts ,
” cried the old lady scornfully .
Archer was aware that Madame Olenska, who hads eated herself at her grandmother ’ s side, was stillthoughtfully scrutinising him . The gaiety had fadedfrom her eyes
,and she said with great gentleness :
“ Surely, Granny, we can pe rsuade them between us to doas he wishes .”
Archer rose to go , and as his hand met Madame Olenska’s he felt that she was waiting for him to make someallusion to her unanswered le tter .
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“When can I see you ? ” he asked , as she walked with
him to the door of the room .
“Whenever you like ; but it must be soon i f you wantto see the little house again . I am moving next week .
”
A pang shot through him at the memory of hi s lamdithours in the low-studded drawing-room . Few as theyhad been , they were thick with memories .Tomorrow evening ? ”
She nodded .
“Tomorrow ; yes ; but early. I ’m goingout.
The next day was a Sunday, and i f she were goingout
”on a Sunday evening it could , of course, be only to
Mrs . Lemuel Struthers’s . He felt a slight movement o fannoyance, not so much at her going there ( for he ratherliked her going where she pleased in spite o f the van de rLuydens), but because it was the kind o f house at whichshe was sure to meet Beaufort , where she must haveknown beforehand that she would meet him—and whereshe was probably going for that purpo se .Very well ; tomorrow evening,
” he repeated , inwardlyresolved that he would not go early, and that by reachingher doo r late he would either prevent her from goingto Mrs . Struthers’s , or else arrive after she had startedwhich , all things considered , would no doubt be the sim
ple st solution .
It was only half-past eight, after all , when he rang thebell under the W isteria ; not as late as he had intended byhalf an hour—but a singular restlessness had driven himto her doo r . He reflected , however , that Mrs . Struthers
’
s
Sunday evenings were not like a ball,and that her guests
,
as i f to minimise their delinquency,usually went early .
The one thing he had not counted on, in enteringMadame Olenska’s hall , was to find hats and overcoats
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there . Why had she bidden him to come early i f she washaving people to dine ? On a closer inspection of the
garments besides which Nastasia was laying his own, his
resentment gave way to curiosity. The overcoats were
in fact the very strangest he had ever seenunder a polite
roof ; and it took b ut a glance to assure himself that
neither Of them belonged to Julius Beaufort . One was a
shaggy yellow ulster o f“reach-me—down” cut, the other
a very old and rusty cloak with a cape—something likewhat the French called a
“Macfarlane.” This garment,which appeared to b e made for a person o f prodigious
s ize, had evidently seen long and hard wear, and its green
ish-black folds gave out a moist sawdusty smell suggestive
O f prolonged sessions against bar-room walls . On it
lay a ragged grey scarf and an Odd felt hat Of semi
Archer raised his eyebrows enquiringly at Nastasia,who raised hers in return with a fatal istic “Gial” as shethrew Open the drawing-room door.The young man saw at once that his hostess was not
in the room ; then , with surprise, he discovered anotherlady standing by the fire . This lady, who was long, leanand loosely put together, was clad in raiment intricatelylooped and fringed, with plaids and stripes and bands o f.plain colour disposed in a design to which the clue seemedm i ssing. Her hair, which had tried to turn white andonly succeeded in fading, was surmounted by a Spanishc omb and black lace scarf, and silk mittens, visiblydarned, covered her rheumatic hands .Beside her, in a cloud O f cigar-smoke, stood the own
ers Of the two overcoats, both in morning clothes thatthey had evidently not taken OE s ince morning. In oneOf the two, Archer, to his surprise, recognisedNed Win-sett
, ; the o ther and Older, who was unknownto him, and
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List—Oh,list !” interj ected Dr. Carver in a stentorian
murmur.“But do sit down , Mr . Archer. We four have beenhaving a delightful l ittle dinner together
,and my child
has gone up to dress . She expects you ; she will be downin a moment . We were just admiring these marvellousflowers
,which will surprise her when she reappears. ”
Winsett remained on his feet . “I ’m afraid I must beOff . Please tel l Madame Olenska that we shal l all feellost when she abandons our street . This house has beenan oasis .”
“Ah , but she won’t abandon you. Poetry and art are
the breath O f life to her. It is poetry you write, Mr .Winsett
“Well , no ; but I sometimes read it,” said Winsett
,in
c luding the group in ageneral nod and slipping out ofthe room .
“A caustic spirit—1m pea sour/age . But so witty ; Dr.Carver
,you do think him witty
“I nev er think o f wit,” said Dr. Carver severely.
Ah—ah—you never think O f wit ! How merciless heis to us weak mortals, Mr . Archer ! But he lives only inthe li fe o f the spirit ; and tonight he is mentally preparingthe lecture he is to deliver presently at Mrs . Blenker’ s .Dr. Carver, would there b e time, before you start forthe Blenkers’ to explain to Mr . Archer your illuminating discovery of the Direct Contact ? But no ; I see it i snearly nine O ’clock
,and we have no right to detain you
while so many are waiting for your message .”
Dr. Carver looked slightly disappointed at this conc lusion, but, having compared his ponderous gold time
p iece with Madame Olenska’
s l ittle travelling-clock, hereluctantly gathered up his mighty limbs for departure.
“I shall see you later, dear friend he suggested to
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the Marchioness,who replied with a smile : “As soon as
Ellen’s carriage comes I will j oin you ; I do hope the
lecture won’ t have begun .
Dr. Carver looked thoughtfully at Archer. Perhaps ,i f this young gentleman is interested in my experiences ,Mrs . Blenker might allow you to bring him with you ?
”
“Oh,dear friend
,i f it were possible—I am sure she
would be too happy. But I fear my Ellen counts onMr .
Archer hersel f .”
“That,
” said Dr. Carver, is unfortunate—but here ismy card .
” He handed it to Archer, who read on it, in
Go thic characters :
Dr . Carver bowed himsel f out, and Mrs . Manson,with
a sigh that might have been e ither Of regret or relief,again waved Archer to a seat .
“Ellen will be down in a moment ; and before shec omes, I am so glad Of this quiet moment with you.
”
Archer murmured his pleasure at their meeting, and
the Marchioness continued,in her low sighing accents :
“I know everything, dear Mr. Archer—my child has toldme all you have done for her. Your wise advice : yourcourageous firmne ss—thank heaven it was not too late l”
The young man listened'
with considerable embarrassment. Was there any one , he wondered, to whom Ma
dame Olenska had not proclaimed his interventioninher
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Madame Olenska exaggerates ; I simply gave her a‘
legal opinion, as she asked me to .
”
“Ah,but in doing it—in doing i t you were the uncon
scious instrument Of—o f—what word have we modem sfor Providence,
“Mr. Archer ? ” cried the lady, ti lting he rhead on one s ide and drooping her lids mysteriously.“Little did you know that at that very moment I wasbeing appealed to : being approached, in fact—from the
other side Of the AtlanticShe glanced over her shoulder
,as though fearful Of
being overheard,and then
,drawing her chair nearer
,and
raising a tiny ivory fan to her lips , breathed behind it :“By the Count himself—my poor, mad, foo lish Olenski ;who asks only to take her back on her own terms .”
1“Good God !” Archer exclaimed, springing up .
You are horrified ? Yes,of course ; I understand . I
don’t defend poor Stanislas, though he has always calledme his best friend . He does not defend himself—he castsh imsel f at her feet : in my person .
” She tapped heremaciated bosom. I have his letter here .”“A letter ? Has Madame Olenska seen it ? ” Archer
stammered,his brain whirling with the shock o f the an
nounc ement.
The Marchioness Manson shook her head softly.Time —time ; I must have time . I know my Ellenhaughty, intractable ; shal l I say, j ust a shade unfor
giving“But
,good heavens, to forgive is one thing ; to go back
into that hell“Ah , yes,
” the Marchioness acquie sced .
“SO she de
scribes it—my sensitive child ! But on the material side,Mr . Archer
,i f one may stoop to consider such things ;
do you know what she i s giving up ? Those roses thereon the sofa—acres like them, under glass and, in the
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“Ah, the Marchioness murmured, w ithout visibleresentment . For a while she sat in her arm-chair, opening and shutting the absurd ivory fan between her mittened fingers ; but suddenly she lifted her head and listened .
“Here she comes, a rapid whispe r ; andthen, pointing to the bouquet on the sofa :
“Am I tounderstand that you Mr. Archer ? Afterall, marriage is marriage and my niece i s still awife .
XVIII
WHAT are you two plotting together, aunt Mes
dora Madame Olenska cried as she came intothe room .
She was dressed as i f for a bal l . Everything about hershimmered and glimmered softly, as if her dress hadb e en woven out Of candle-beams ; and she carried herhead high, like a pretty woman chal lenging a roomful Ofrivals .
“We were saying, my dear, that here was somethingbeauti ful to surprise you with,
” Mrs . Manson rejoined,ri s ing to her feet and pointing archly to the flowers .Madame Olenska stopped short and looked at thebouquet . Her colour did not change, but a sort Of whiteradiance Of anger ran over her like summer lightning.
“Ah ,” she exclaimed
,in a shrill voice that the young man
had never heard,“who is ridiculous enough to send me
a bouquet ? Why a bouquet ? And why tonight Of allnights ? I am not going to a ball ; I am not a girl engagedto be married . But some people are always ridiculous .”
She turned back to the door,opened it, and called out
NastasiaThe ubiquitous handmaiden promptly appeared, and
Archer heard Madame Olenska say, in an Italian thatshe seemed to pronounce with intentional deliberatenessin order that he might follow it : “Here—throw this intothe dust-bin and then, as Nastasia stared protestingly :“But no—it’s not the fault Of the poor flowers . Tell theboy to carry them to the house three doors away, the
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house Of Mr. Winsett, the dark gentleman who dinedhere. His wife is ilk- they may give her pleasureThe boy is out, you say ? Then, my dear one, run yoursel f ; here, put my cloak over you and fly. I want thething out Of the house immediately ! And , as you l ive,don ’t say they come from me !”
She flung her velvet opera cloak over the maid ’s shoulders and turned back into the drawing-room, shuttingthe door sharply. Her bosom was rising high under itslace
,and for a moment Archer thought she was about to
cry ; but she burst into a laugh instead, and looking fromthe Marchioness to Archer, asked abruptly :
“And youtwo—have you made friends !”
“It’s for Mr. Archer to say, darling ; he has waitedpatiently while you were dressing.
”
“Yes—I gave you time e'nough : my hair wouldn’t go,Madame Olenska said, raising her hand to the heaped-upcurl s O f her chignon.
“But that reminds me : I see Dr .Carver is gone
,and you ’l l be late at the Blenkers’. Mr.
Archer,will you put my aunt in the carriage ? ”
She followed the Marchioness into the hall , saw herfitted into a miscellaneous heap Of overshoes
,shawls and
tippets,and called from the doorstep : “Mind
,the car
riage i s to be back for me at ten !” Then she returned to
the drawing-room,where Archer
,on re-entering it,
found her standing by the mantelpiece,examining her
sel f in the mirror. It was not usual , in New York so~
c ie ty, for a lady to address her parlour-maid as my
dear one,
” and send her out on ana e rrand wrapped in herown Opera-cloak and Archer
,through all his deeper
feelings,tasted the pleasurable excitement Of being in a
world where action followed on emotion with such Olym
p ian speed .
Madame Olenska did not move when he came up be .
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remembered that he had before noticed her apparent incapacity for surprise .You knew, then ?
” he broke out.She was s ilent for so long that the ash dropped fromher cigarette . She brushed it to the floo r. She hashinted about a letter : poo r darling ! Medora’s hints
“Is it at your husband’s request that she has arrivedhere suddenly ?”
‘Madame Olenska seemed to consider this question also .There again : one can’t tell . She told me she had had a
‘spiritual summons,’ whatever that is, from Dr . Carver.
I ’m afraid she’s going to marry Dr. Carver poorMedora
, there’s always some one she wants to marry .
But perhaps the people in ‘ Cuba just got tired of her ! Ithink she was with ‘ them as a sort o f paid companion .Really, I don
’t know why she came .”“But you do believe she has a letter from your husband ?”
Again Madame Olenska broo ded silently ; then she
said : “After all , it was to be expected .
”
The young man rose and went to lean against thefireplace. A sudden restlessness possessed him, and hewas tongue-tied by the sense that their minutes werenumbered, and that at any moment he might hear thewheels o f the returning carriage .
“You know that your aunt believes you will go back ?
”
Madame Olenska raised her head quickly. A deepblush rose to her face and spread over her neck andshoulders . She blushed seldom and painfully, as if ithurt her like a burn .
“Many cruel things have been believed of me, she
'lI
1
Oh, Ellen—forgive me ; I’m a fool and a brute !”
She smiled a little. “You are horribly nervous ; you
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have your own troubles . I know you think the Well andsane unreasonable about your marriage, and o f course 1agree with you. In Europe people don ’t understand our
long American engagements; I suppose they are not ascalm as we are .” She pronounced the “we” with a faintemphasis that gave it an ironic sound .
Archer felt the irony but did not dare to take it up .
A fter all, she had perhaps purposely deflected the conversation from her own affairs
,and after the pain his
last words had evidently caused her he felt that all hec ould do was to follow her lead . But the sense o f thewaning hour made him desperate : he could not bear thethought that a barrier o f words should drop between
‘
them again .
“Yes,” he said abruptly ; I went south to ask May
to marry me after Easter. There’ s no reason why weshouldn ’t be married then .
“And May adores you—and yet you couldn’t c on
vince her ? I thought her too intelligent to be the slaveo f such absurd superstitions .”
“She is too intelligent—she’s not their slave .Madame Olenska looked at him .
“Well, then—I don’t
understand .
Archer reddened, and hurried on with a rush . We
had a frank talk—almost the first . She thinks my im
p atience a bad sign .
”
“Merci ful heavens—a bad sign ?”
She thinks it means that I can’t trust myself to go on
c aring for her. She thinks, in short, I want to marryher at once to get away from some one that I—care formore .Madame Olenska examined this curiously. But if
she thinks that—why isn ’t she in a hurry too ? ”“Because she’s not like that : she’s so much nobler.
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She insists al l the more on the long engagement,to give
me time“Time to give her up for the other woman ?”
I f I want to .
Madame Olenska leaned toward the fire and gazedinto it with fixed eyes . Down the quiet street Archerheard the approaching trot of her horses .“That is noble,
” she said,with a slight break in her
voice .“Yes . But it’s ridiculous .“Ridiculous ? Because you don’t care for any oneelse ? ”
“Because I don’t mean to marry any one else .“Ah .
” There was another long interval . At lengthshe looked up at him and asked : This other womandoes she love you ?”
“Oh; there’s no other woman ; I mean, the person that
May was thinking o f is—was never“Then
,why, after all, are you in such haste ?
There’ s your carriage,” said Archer.
She half-rose and looked about her with absent eyes .
Her fan. and gloves lay on the sofa beside her and she
picked them up mechanically.
“Yes ; I suppose I must be going.
“You’re going to Mrs . Struthers ’sYes .” She smiled and added : “I must go where I
am invited, o r I should be too lonely . Why not comewith me ?”
Archer felt that at any cost he must keep her besidehim, must make her give him the rest o f her evening.
Ignoring her question, he continued to lean against thechimney-piece
,his eye s fixed on the hand in which she
held her gloves and fan, as i f watching to see if he hadthe power to make her drop them .
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que rade r ; and the young man stood by the fireplace andc ontinued to gaze at her without moving .
“Go od God,
” he groaned .
“When I thoughtYou thought ? ”
Ah,don’t ask me what I thought !
Stil l looking at her,he saw the same burning flush
c reep up her neck to her face . She sat upright, facingh im with a rigid dignity.
“I do ask you .
”
Well,then : there were things in that letter you asked
m e to read“My husband’ s letterYes .
“I had nothing to fear from that letter :' absolutelynothing ! All I feared
,was to bring notoriety, scandal,
on the family—on you and May.
”
“Good God,” he groaned again, bowing his face in
h is hands .The silence that followed lay on them with the weight
o f things final and irrevocable . It seemed to Archer tobe crushing him down like his own grave -stone ; in allthe wide future he saw nothing that would ever li ftthat load from his heart . He did not move from hisplace
,or raise his head from his hands ; his hidden eye
b alls went on staring into utter darkness .“At least I loved you he brought out.On the other side of the hearth, from the sofa-corner
w here he suppo sed that she stil l crouched, he heard afaint stifled crying like a child’s . He started up andcame to her side .
“Ellen! What madness ! Why are you crying ? Noth
ing’s done that can ’t be undone . I ’m stil l free, and you’re
going to be .” He had her in his arms, her face like aw et flower at his lips
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up like ghosts at sunrise . The one thing that astonishedhim now was that he should have stood for five minutesarguing with her across the width o f the room,
whenjust touching her made everything so simple .She gave him back al l his kiss
,but after a moment
he felt her stiffening in his arms,and she put him aside
and stood up .
“Ah, my poor Ne wland—I suppose this had to be .But it doesn’t in the least alter things
,
” she said,looking’
down at him in her turn from the hearth .
“It alters the whole o f l i fe for me .”
No,no—it mustn ’t, it can
’t . You ’re engaged to May
Welland ; and I’m married .
”
He stood up too , flushed and resolute . “Nonsense !It’s too late for that sort o f thing . We’ve no right to lieto other people o r to ourselves . We won ’t talk o f yourmarriage ; but do you see me marrying May afte r this ?
”
She stood silent,resting her thin elbows on the mantel
piece, her profile reflected in the glass behind her . One
o f the locks of her chignon had become loo sened and
hung on her neck ; she looked haggard and almost old .
“I don’t see you,
” she said at length,“putting that ques
tion to May. Do you ? ”
He gave a reckless shrug.
“It’s too late to do any
thing else .”“You say that because it’s the easiest thing to say at
this moment—not because it’s true . In reality it’s toolate to do anything but what we’d both decided on.
”
“Ah,I don’t understand you !”
She / forc ed a piti ful smile that pinched her face instead-of smoothing it . “
You don ’t understand because
you 5haven’
t yet guessed how you’ve changed things forme : oh, from the first—long before I knew all you’
d
done '
”
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“All I ’d done ? ”“Yes . I was perfectly unconscious at first that pe ople
here were shy o f me—that they thought I was a dreadfuls ort of person . It seems they had even refused to meetm e
at dinner. I found that out afterward ; and how you’d
made your mother go with you to the van der Luydens’
;
and how you’d insisted on announcing your engagementat the Beaufort ball, so that I might have two familiesto stand by me instead o f oneAt that he broke into a laugh .
“Just imagine,
” she said,“how stupid and unobservant
I was ! I knew nothing o f all this till Granny blurte dit out one day . New York simply meant peace and freedom to me : it was coming home . And I was so happyat being among my own people that every one I met
s eemed kind and good , and glad to see me . But from thevery beginning,
” she continued,
“I felt there was noone as kind as you no one who gave me reasons that Iunderstood for do ing what at first seemed so hard and—unnec essary. The very good people didn’t convinceme ; I felt they
’d never been tempted . But you knew ;
you understood ; you had felt the world outside tuggingat one with all its golden hands—and yet you hated thethings it asks o f one ; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference . That was what I’dnever known before—and it’s better than anything I’veknown .
”
She spoke in a low even voice,without tears or visible
agitation ; and each word, as it dropped fromO
lder, fel linto his breast l ike burning lead . He sat bowed over,h is head between his hands, staring at the hearth-rug,and at the tip of the satin shoe that showed under herdress . Suddenly he knelt down and kissed the shoe . !She bent over him, laying her hands on his shouldhrs,
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He reddened under the retort,but kept his eyes on
her. “May i s ready to give me up .
“What ! Three days after you’ve entreated her onyour knees to hasten your marriage ? ”
“She’s refused ; that gives me the rightAh
,you’ve taught me what an ugly word that is,
she said .
He turned away with a sense of utter weariness . H e
felt as though he had been struggling for hours up theface o f a ste ep precipice, and now ,
j ust as he had foughthis way to the top
,his hold had given way and he was
pitching down headlong into darkness .I f he could have got her in his arms again he mighthave swept away her arguments ; but she stil l held himat a distance by something inscrutably aloof in her lookand attitude
,and by his own awed sense o f her sincerity.
”
At length he began to plead again .
“I f we do this now it will be worse afterward—worsefor every o ne
“No—no—no !” she almost screamed, as i f he frightened her.At that moment the bell sent a long tinkle through
the house . They had heard no carriage stopping at thedoor
,and they stood motionless, looking at each other
with startled eyes .Outside
,Nastasia
’
s step crossed the hall,the outer
door opened, and a moment later she came in carrying a telegram which she handed to the Countess Olenska.
The lady was very happy at the flowers Nastasiasaid, smoothing her apron .
“She thought it was hers igne r mam
'
to who had sent them,and she cried a little
and said it was a folly.
”
Her mistress smiled and took the yellow envelope .
She tore it open and carried it to the lamp ; then, when
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the doo r had closed again, she handed the telegram to
Archer.It was dated from St . Augustine , and addressed to theCountess Olenska. In it he read : “Granny’s telegramsuccessful . Papa and Mamma agree marriage afterEaster . Am telegraphing Newland . Am too happy forwords and love you dearly. Your grateful May .
”
Hal f an hour later,when Archer unlocked his own
front-door , he found a similar envelope on the halltable on top o f his pile o f notes and letters . The message inside the envelope was also from May Welland ,and ran as follows : “Parents consent wedding Tuesday
after Easte r at twelve Grace Church eight bridesmaidsplease see Rector so happy love May .
Archer crumpled up the yellow sheet as i f the
gesture could annihilate the news it contained . Then
he pulled out a small pocket-diary and turned over the
pages with trembling fingers ; but he did not find what
he wanted,and cramming the telegram into his pocket
he mounted the stairs.
A light was shining through the door o f the little hall
room which served Janey as a dressing-room and bou
doir, and her brother rapped impatiently on the panel .
The door opened,and his sister stood before him in her
immemorial purple flannel dressing-gown , with her hair“on pins .” Her face looked pale and apprehensive .
“Newland ! I hope there’s no bad news in that tele
gram ? I waited on purpose,in case (No item of his
correspondence was safe from Janey . )He took no notice of her question . Look here —what
day i s Easter thi s year ?”
She looked shocked at such unchristian ignorance .
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Easter ? Newland ! Why, o f course, the first week inApril . Why ? ”
“The first week ?” He turned again to the pages o fhis diary, calculating rapidly under his breath .
“Thefi rst week, did you say ?
” He threw back his head witha long laugh .
“For mercy’s sake what’s the matter ? ”
Nothing’
s the matter,except that I ’m going to be
m arried in a month .
”
Janey fell upon his neck and pressed him to her purpleflannel breast . “Oh Newland
,how wonderful ! I ’m so
But, dearest, why do you keep on Do
hush, or you’
ll wake Mamma.
BOOK
XIX
HE day was fresh , with a lively spring wind fullo f dust . All the old ladies in both families
had got out their faded sables and yellowing ermines ,and the smell of camphor from the front pews almostsmothered the faint spring scent of the lilies bankingthe altar .Newland Archer, at a signal from the sexton, hadcome out of the vestry and placed himself with his best !man on the chancel step o f Grace Church .
The signal meant that the brougham bearing the brideand her father was in sight ; but there was sure to be aconsiderable interval of adjustment and consultation inthe lobby, where the bridesmaids were already hoveringlike a cluster o f Easter blossoms . During this unavoidab le lapse of time the bridegroom
,in proof of his eager
ness was expected to expose himself alone to the gazeo f the assembled company ; and Archer had gone throughthis formality as resignedly as through all the otherswhich made of a nineteenth century New York weddinga rite that seemed to belong to the dawn of history .
Everything was equally easy—o r equally painful , as onechose to put it— in the p ath he was committed to tread ,and he had obeyed the flurried injunctions of his bestman as piously as other bridegrooms had obeyed hi s own ,in the days when he had guided them through the samelabyrinth .
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his obligations . The bridesmaids’ eight bouquets o f
white l ilac and lilies-o f-the-valley had been sent in duetime
,as well as the gold and sapphire sleeve- links of the
eight ushers and the best man’ s cat’s-eye scarf-pin ;Archer had sat up hal f the night trying to vary the wording o f his thanks for the last batch of presents from men
friends and ex-lady-loves ; the fees for the Bishop and
the Rector were safely in the pocket of his best man ;his own luggage was already at Mrs . Manson ‘Mingott
’
s ,
where the wedding-breakfast was to take place, and so
Were the travelling clothes into which he was to change ;and a private compartment had been engaged in the train
that was to carry the young couple to their unknown des
tination—concealment o f the spot in which the bridalnight was to be spent being one o f the most sacredtaboos of the prehistoric ritfial.
“Got the ring all right ?” whispered young van derLuyden Newland, who was inexperienced in the duties
o f a best man, and awed by the weight o f his re spon
sib ility .
Archer made the gesture which he had seen so manybridegrooms make : with his ungloved right hand he feltin the pocket o f his dark grey waistcoat, and assuredhimsel f that the l ittle gold circlet (engraved inside :
Newland to May, April 187 was in its place ;then , resuming his former attitude, his tal l hat and pearlgrey gloves with black stitchings grasped in his lefthand
,he stood looking at the door o f the church .
Overhead,Handel’s March swelled pompously through
the imitation stone vaulting,carrying on its waves the
faded drift of the many weddings at which, with cheerful indiff erence
,he
' had stoo d on the same chancel stepwatching other brides float up the nave toward other
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gant stare. Beside him sat his wi fe, all silvery chinchillaand violets ; and on the far side o f the ribbon, LawrenceLefi e rts
’
s sleekly brushed head seemed to mount guardover the invisible deity o f
“Good Form” who presidedat the ceremony.
Archer wondered how many flaws Le ffe rts ’s keen eyeswould discover in the ritual o f his divinity ; then he suddenly recalled that he too had once thought such questions important . The things that had filled his daysseemed now like a nursery parody o f li fe, or like th ewrangles o f mediaeval schoolrnenover metaphysical termsthat nobody had ever understood . A stormy discussion
as to whether the wedding presents should be “shown”
had darkened the last hours before the wedding ; and itseemed inconceivable to Archer that grown-up peopleshould work themselves ifito a state o f agitation oversuch trifle s , and that the matter should have been decided
( in the negative) by Mrs . Welland’s saying, with indig
nant tears : “I should as soon turn the reporters loo se inmy house . Yet there was a time when Archer hadhad definite and rather aggressive opinions on al l suchproblems
,and when everything concerning the manners
and customs o f his little tribe had seemed to him fraughtwith world-wide significance .
“And all the while,I suppose
,he thought, real pe o
ple were living somewhere,and real things happening
to them“There they come !
” breathed the best man excitedly ;but the bridegroom knew better.The cautious opening o f the door o f the church meant
only that Mr. Brown the livery-stable keeper (gowned inblack in his intermittent character o f sexton) was takinga preliminary survey of the scene before marshallinghis fo rces
,The door was softly shut again ; then after
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another interval it swung maj estically Open , and a murmur ran through the church : “The family !”
Mrs . Welland came first, on the arm of her elde st son .
Her large pink face was appropriately solemn,and her
plum-coloured satin with pale blue side-panels,and blue
o strich plumes in a small satin bonnet,met with general
approval ; but before she had settled herself with a statelyrustle in the pew Opposite Mrs . Archer’s the spectatorswere craning their necks to see who was coming afterher . Wild rumours had been abroad the day before tothe eff ect that Mrs . Manson Mingott, in spite o f herphysical disabilities
,had resolved on being present at the
c eremony ; and the idea was so much in keeping with hersporting character that bets ran high at the clubs as toh er b eing able to walk up the nave and squeeze into aseat . It was known that she had insisted on sendingh e r own carpenter to look into the possibility of takingdown the end panel of the front pew
,and to -measure
th e space between the seat and the front ; but the resulthad been discouraging, and for one anxious day herfamily had watched her dallying with the plan o f beingwheeled up the nave in her enormous Bath chair andsitting enthroned in it at the foo t of the chancel .The idea of this monstrous exposure of her person
was so painful to her relations that they could havecovered with gold the ingenious person who suddenlydi scovered that the chair was too wide to pass betweenthe iron uprights of the awning which extended fromthe church door to the curbstone . The idea of doingaway with this awning
,
°
and revealing the bride to themob of dressmakers and newspaper reporters who stoodoutside fighting to get near the joints of the canvas ,exceeded even old Catherine’s courage, though for amoment she had weighed the possibility “Why, they
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migh t take a photograph o f my child and put it in the
papers !” Mrs . Welland exclaimed when her mother ’s
last plan was hinted to her ; and from this unthinkable indecency the clan recoiled with a collective shudder.The ancestress had had to give in ; but her concessionwas bought only by the promise that the weddingbreakfast should take place under her roof, though (asthe Washington Square connect ion said) with the Wellands’ house in easy reach it was hard to have to makea special price with Brown to drive one to the other endo f nowhere.Though all these transactions had been widely re
ported by the Jacksons a sporting minority still clung tothe belief that o ld Catherine would appear in church ,and there was a distinct lower ing o f the temperaturewhen she was found to have been replaced by herdaughter-in-law. Mrs . Lovell Mingott had the highcolour and glassy stare induced in ladies o f her age andhabit by the effort of getting into a new dress ; but oncethe disappointment occasioned by her mother-ih -law’
s .
non-appearance had subsided, it was agreed that herblack Chantilly over lilac satin
,with a bonnet o f Parma
v iolets, formed the happiest contrast to Mrs . Welland’
s
blue and plum-colour . Far diff erent was the impressionproduced by the gaunt and mincing lady who followedonMr. Mingott
’
s arm, in a wild dishevelment o f stripesand fringes and floating scarves ; and as this last apparition glided into view Archer’s heart contracted and
stopped beating.
He had taken it for granted that the MarchionessManson was still in Washington, where she had gonesome four weeks previously with her niece, MadameOlenska. It was generally understood that their abrup tdeparture was due to Madame Olenska
’
s de sire to
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once more he went through the b r idegroom’ s convulsivegesture .Then
,in a moment, May was beside him ,
such radiance streaming from her that it sent a faint warmththrough his numbness , and he straightened himself andsmiled into her eyes .
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here,the
The ring was on ner hand , the Bishop’s benediction
had been given, the b ridesmaids were a-poise to resumetheir place in the procession, and the organ was showingpreliminary symptoms of breaking out into the Mendelssohn March , without which no newly-wedded couple hadever emerged upon New York .
“Year arm—I say, give her your arm!” young New
land nervously hissed ; and once more Archer became
aware of having been adrift far off in the unknown .
What was it that had sent him there, he wondered ?
Perhaps the glimpse, among the anonymous spectators in
the transept, of a dark coil of hair under a hat which ,a moment later
,revealed itsel f as belonging to an un
known"
lady with a long nose,so laughably unlike the
person whose image she had evoked that he asked him
self if he were becoming subj ect to hallucinations .And now he and his wife were pacing slowly down the
nave, carried forward on the light Mendelssohn ripples,the spring day beckoning to them through widely openeddoors , and Mrs . Welland
’s chestnuts,with big white
favours on their frontlets, curvetting and showing off
at the far end of the canvas tunnel .The footman
,who had a still bigger white favour on
his lapel , wrapped May’s white cloak about her
,and
‘
Aroher jumped into the brougham at h er side. She
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turned to him with a triumphant smile and their handsc lasped under her veil .
“Darling !” Archer said—and suddenly the same blackabyss yawned before him and he felt himself s inkinginto it, deeper and deeper, while his voice rambled on
smoothly and cheerfully “Yes , o f course I thought I’
d
lost the ring ; no wedding would be complete i f the poordevil o f a bridegroom didn’t go through that . But youdid keep me waiting, you know ! I had time to think o f
every horror that might possibly happen .
She surprised him by turning, in full Fifth Avenue,and fl inging her arms about his neck .
“But none ever canhappen now,
can it, Newland, as long as we two are
together ? ”
Every detail of the day had be en so carefully thoughtout that the young couple, after the wedding-breakfast,had ample time to put on their travell ing-clothes, descendthe wide Mingott stai rs between laughing bridesmaids
and weeping parents, and get into the brougham under
the traditional shower o f rice and satin sl ippers ; and
there was stil l half an hour left in which to drive to thestation , buy the last weeklies at the bookstall with the airo f seasoned travellers , and settle themselves in the t e
served compartment in which May’s maid had alreadyplaced her dove-coloured travelling cloak and glaringlynew dressing-bag from London .
The old du Lac aunts at Rhinebeck had put their houseat the disposal o f the bridal couple
,with a readiness
inspired by the prospect o f spending a week in New Yorkwith Mrs . Archer ; and Archer, glad to escape the usual“bridal suite” in a Philadelphia or Baltimore hotel, hadaccepted with an equal a lacrity .
May was enchanted at the idea of going to the country,
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and childishly amused at the vain efforts o f the eightbridesmaids to discover where their mysterious retreatwas situated . It was thought “very English” to have acountry-house lent to one
,and the fact gave a last touch
o f distinction to what was generally conceded to be themost brilliant wedding o f the year ; but where the housewas no one was permitted to know
,except the parents
o f bride and groom,who, when taxed with the knowl
edge, pursed their lips and said mysteriously :“Ah, they
didn’t tell us which was manifestly true, since therewas no need to .
Once they were settled in their compartment,and the
train,shaking off the endless wooden suburbs
,had pushed
out into the pale landscape o f spring, talk became easierthan Archer had expected . May was still, in look andtone, the simple girl o f yesterday, eager to compare no teswith him as to the incidents o f the wedding, and discussing them as impartially as a bridesmaid talking it allover with an usher. At first A rcher had fancied thatthis detachment was the disguise o f an inward tremor ;but her clear eyes revealed only the most tranquil unawareness . She was alone for the first time with herhusband ; but her husband was only the charming com
rade o f yesterday.
' There was no one whom she liked asmuch, no one whom she trusted as completely, and theculm inating “lark” o f the whole delightful adventure o fengagement and marriage was to be o ff with him aloneon a j ourney, like a grown-up person , l ike a
“marriedwoman ,
” in fact.It was wonderful that—as he had learned in the Mis~
sion garden at St . Augustine—such depths o f feelingcould co exist with such absence of imagination . Buthe remembe red how, even then, she had surprised himby dropping back to inexpressive girlishness as soonas
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tea and coffee service o f Baltimore silver which the
Beauforts had sent, and which“went” so perfectly with
uncle Lovell Mingott’
s trays and side-dishes .In the spring twilight the train stopped at the Rhinebeck station, and they walked along the platform to thewaiting carriage .
“Ah, how awfully kind of the van der Luydensthey’ve sent their man over from Skuyte rc lifi to meetus, Archer exclaimed, as a sedate person out o f l ivery
approached them and relieved the maid of her bags .“I ’m extremely sorry
,sir
,
” said this emissary,
“ that
a little accident has occurred at the Miss da Lacs’ : a
leak in the water-tank . It happened yesterday, and Mr .van der Luyden, who heard of it this morning, sent ahouse-maid up by the ear ly train to get the Patroon’s
house ready. It will be quite comfortable, I think you’ l l
find,sir ; and the Miss du Lacs have sent their cook over,
so that it will be exactly the same as if you’d been atRhinebeck .
”
Archer stared at the speaker so blankly that he t e
peated in still mo re apologetic accents : It ’ll be exactly
the same,sir
,I do assure you and May’s eager voice
broke out, covering the embarrassed silence :“The same
as Rh inebeck ? The Patroon’s house ? But it will be ahundred thousand times better—won’t it, Newland ? It
’ s
too dear and kind of Mr. van der Luydento have thought
o f it .”
And as they drove o ff , with the maid beside the coach
man,and their shining bridal bags on the seat before
them, she went on excitedly :“Only fancy
,I ’ve never
b ee n inside it—have you ? The van der Luydens showit to so few people . But they opened it for Ellen, it
seems, and she told me what a darling litt le place it was
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she says it’s the only house she’s seen in Americashe could imagine being perfectly happy in.
“Well—that’s what we’re going to be, i sn’t it ? ” criedher husband gaily ; and she answered with her boyishsmile : “Ah, it
’s just our luck beginning—the wonderfulluck we
’re always going to have together !
F COURSE we must dine with Mrs . Carfry,
dearest,” Archer said ; and his wife looked at him
with an anxious frown across the monumental Britan niaware of their lodging house breakfast-table .In all the rainy desert of autumnal London there wereonly two people whom the Newland Archers knew ; andthese two they had sedulously avoided
,in conformity
with the old N ew York tradition that it was not“digui
fled” to force one’s sel f on the notice of one’s acquain‘
tances in foreign countries .Mrs . Archer and Janey
,in the course of their visits
to Europe,had so unflinchingly l ived up to this principle,
and met the friendly advances of their fellow-travellerswith an air of such impenetrable reserve
,that they had
almost achieved the record of never having exchanged aword with a “foreigner” other than those employed inhotels and railway-stations . Their own compatriotssave those previously known or properly accreditedthey treated with an even more pronounced disdain ; sothat,
”unless they ran across a Chivers , a Dagonet or aMingott, their months abroad were spent in an unbrokenréte - cl—te
‘
te . But the utmost precautions are sometimesunavailing ; and one night at Botzen one of the twoEnglish ladies in the room across the passage (whosenames, dress and social situation were already intimatelyknown to Janey) had knocked on the door and asked i fMrs .
v’
A rche r had a bottle of liniment . The other lady
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invitation to the two English ladie s , who sent, in refur'
n'
,
a pretty bouquet of pressed Alpine flowers under glass .And on the dock, when Newland and his wife sailed forEngland
,Mrs . Archer’ s last word had bee n : “
You musttake May to see Mrs . Carfry .
”
Newland and his wife had had no idea of obeying thisinjunction ; but Mrs . Carfry, with her usual acuteness,had run them down and sent them an invitation to dine ;and it was over this invitation that May Archer waswrinkling her brows across the tea and muffins .
“It’s all very wel l for you,Newland you know them .
But I shall feel so shy among a lot o f people I’ve nevermet. And what shall I wear ?”
Newland leaned back in his chair and smiled at her.She looked handsomer and more Diana-like than ever.The moist English air seemed to have deepened the bloomo f her cheeks and softened the slight hardness o f he rvirginal features ; or else it was simply the inner glowo f happiness, shining through like a light under ice .
“Wear,dearest ? I thought a trunkful of things had
come from Pari s last week .
”
“Yes, o f course . I meant to say that I shan’t know
which to wear .” She pouted a little . “I’ve never dinedout in London ; and I don
’t want to be ridiculous .He tried to enter into her perplexity.
“But don’tEnglishwomen dress just l ike everybody else in the
evening ?”“Newland ! How can you ask such funny questions ?When they go to the theatre in old ball—dresses and bareheads .
“Well , perhaps they wear new ball-dresses at home ;but at any rate Mrs . Carfry and
“Mi ss Harle won ’t .They’l l wear caps like my mother’s—and shawls ; verysoft shawls .
”
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“Yes ; but how will the other women be dressed ?
”
“Not as wel l as you, dear,
” he rej oined,wondering
what had suddenly developed in her Janey’s morbidinterest in clothes .She pushed back her chair with a sigh . That’s dear
o f you,Newland ; but it doesn
’t help me much .
”
He had an inspiration .
“Why not wear your weddingdress ? That can’t be wrong
,can it ? ”
“Oh, dearest ! I f I only had it here ! But it’ s gone
to Paris to be made over for next winter,and Worth
hasn’t sent it back.
”
“Oh, well said Archer,getting up . Look here
the fog’s li fting. I f we made a dash for the National Gallery we might manage to catch a glimpse o f thepictures .”
The Newland Archers were on their way home, aftera three months ’ wedding-tour which May, in writing tohe r girl friends
,vaguely summarised as “bliss ful .”
They had not gone to the Italian Lakes : on reflection,Archer had not been able to picture his wife in that particular setting. Her own inclination (after a month withthe Paris dressmakers) was for mountaineering in Julyand swimming in August . This plan they punctuallyfulfilled, spending July at Interlaken and Grindelwald,and August at a little place called Etretat
, on the Normandy coast , which some one had recommended as quaintand quiet . Once or twice
,in the mountains
,Archer had
pointed southward and said : “There’s Italy” ; and May,he r feet in a gentian-bed
,had smiled cheerfully, and
replied : “It would be lovely to go there next winter,if
only you didn’t have to be in New York .
”
But in real ity travell ing interested her even les s thanhe had expected. She regarded it (once her clothes were
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o rdered) as merely an enlarged opportunity for walking,riding
,swimming, and trying her hand at the fascinating
new game o f lawn tennis ; and when they finally gotback to London (where they were to spend a fortnightW hile he ordered his clothes) she no longer concealed theeagerness with which she looked forward to sailing.
In London nothing interested her but the theatres andthe shops ; and she found the theatres less exciting than
the Paris cofe’
s chontcmts where, under the blossoming
horse-chestnuts o f the Champs Elysees, she had had the
novel experience o f looking down from the restaurant
terrace on an audienc e o f“cocottes
,
” and having her
husband interpret to her as much o f the songs as he
thought suitable for bridal ears .Archer had reverted to all his old inherited ideas about
marriage . It was less trouble to conform with the
tradition and treat May exactly as all his friends treated
their wwe s than to try to put into practice the theories
with which his untrammelled bachelorhood had dallied .
There was no use in trying to emancipate a wi fe who had
not the dimmest notion that she was not free ; and he had
long since discovered that May’ s only use of theliberty she supposed herself to possess would be to lay
it on the altar of her wifely adora tion! Her innate dignity would always keep her from making the gi ft
abj ectly ; and a day might even come (as it once had)when she would find strength to take it altogether backi f she thought she were doing it for his own good . But
with a conception of marriage so uncomplicated and in
curious as hers such a crisis could be brought about onlyby something visibly outrage ous in his own conduct ; and
the fineness o f her feeling for him made that unthinkable .
!Whatever happened, he knew,she would always
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retailing to every one they met, and the magnificent youngofficers and elderly dyed wits who were the subj ect s orthe recipients o f their c onfidénc e s
,were too ‘diffe rent
from the people Archer had grown up among,too much
like expensive and rather malodorous hot-house exotics ,to detain hi s imagination long . To introduce his wifeinto such a society was out of the ques tion ; and in thecourse o f his travels no other had shown any markedeagerness for his company .
Not long after their arrival in London he had runacross the Duke o f St . Austrey, and the Duke, instantlyand cordially recognising him
,had said : “Look me up,
won’t you —but no proper-spirited American wouldhave considered that a suggestion to be acted on
, and
the meeting was without a_sequel. They had even managed to avoid iMay
’
s English aunt,the banker’s wife, who
was stil l in Yorkshire ; in fact, they‘
had purposely postponed going to London till the autumn in order thattheir arrival during the season might not appear pushingand snobbish to these unknown relatives .
“Probably there’l l be nobody at Mrs . Carfry’
s—Lon
don’s a desert at this season, and you’ve made yourself
much too beauti ful,
” Archer said to May, who sat athis side in the hansom so spotlessly splendid in her skyblue cloak edged with swansdown that it seemed wickedto expo se her to the London grime.
“I don’t want them to think that we dress l ike savages,she replied , with a scorn that Pocahontas might haveresented ; and he was struck again by the religious reverence o f even the mos t unwo rldly American women for
the social advantages o f dress .“It ’s their armour
,
” he thought,their defence against
the unknown,and their defiance o f it .” And he under
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Who was incapable o f tying a ribbon in her hair to charmh im, had gone through the solemn rite o f selecting ando rdering her extensive wardrobe .He had been right in expecting the party at Mrs .
Carfry’
s to be a small one . Besides their hostess andh e r sister, they found, in the long chilly drawing-room,
only another shawled lady, a genial Vicar who was her
husband, a silent lad whom Mrs . Carfry named as hernephew , and a small dark gentleman with lively eyeswhom she introduced as his tutor, pronouncing a French
name as she did so .
Into this dimly-lit and dim-featured group May Archerfloated like a swan with the sunset on her : she seemedlarger, fairer, more voluminously rustling than he r husband had eve r seen her ; and he perceived that the rosiness and rustlingness were the tokens o f an extreme and
infantile shyness .“What on earth will they expect me to talk about
her he lpless eyes implored him,at the very moment that
her dazzling apparition was calling forth the sameanxi ety in their ownbosoms . But beauty, even whendistrustful o f itsel f, awakens confidence in the manly heartand the Vicar and the French-named tutor were soon
manifesting to May their desire to put her at her ease.
In spite o f their best eflorts, however, the dinner was
a languishing affair. Archer noticed that his wife’s wayo f showing herself at her case with foreigners was tobecome more uncompromisingly local in her references,so that
,though her lovel iness was an encouragement to
admiration, her conversation was a chil l to repartee .
The Vicar soon abandoned the struggle ; but the tutor,who spoke the most fluent and accompli shed English,
gallantly continued to pour it out to her until the ladies,
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to the manifest relief of all concerned, wenf up fo the
drawing-room.
The Vicar, after a glass o f port, was obliged to hurryaway to a meeting, and the shy nephew, who appearedto be an invalid, was packed off to bed . But Archer andthe tutor continued to sit over their wine
,and suddenly
Archer found himself talking as he had not done since’his last symposium with Ned Winsett . The Carfrynephew
,it turned out
,had been threatened with c onsump
tion,and had had to leave Harrow for Switzerland
,where
he had spent two years in the milder air of Lake Leman.
Being a bookish youth , he had been entrusted to‘M .
Riviere,who had brought him back to England , and was
to remain with him till he went up to Oxford the following spring ; andM. Riviere added with simplicity that heshould then have to look out for another job .
It seemed impossible, Archer thought, that he shouldbe long without one , so varied were his interests and so
many his gi fts. He was a man o f about thirty, with a
thin ugly face (May would certainly have called himcommon-looking) to which the play o f his ideas gave anintense expressiveness ; but there was nothing frivo louso r cheap in his animation .
His father, who had die d young, had filled a smaltdiplomatic post
,and it had been intended that the son
should follow the same career ; but an insatiable tastefor letters had thrown the young man ‘into journalism,
then into authorship (apparently unsuccessful), and at
length—after other experiments and vicissitudes whichhe spared his listener—into tutoring English youths inSwitzerland . Before that
,however
,he had lived much
in Paris,frequented the Goncourt gremer
,been advised
by Maupassant not to attempt to write (even that seemedto Archer a dazzl ing honour l), and had often talked with
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would be any opening for me in America—in New
York ?”
Archer looked at him with startled eyes . New York,for a young manwho had frequented the Goncourts andFlaubert, and who thought the li fe of ideas the only oneworth living ! He continued to stare at M. Riviére per
p lex edly, wondering how to tell him that his verysuperiorities and advantages would b e the sures t hins
dranc e to success .“New York—New York—but must it b e e speciallyNew York ?” he stammered, utterly unable to imaginewhat lucrative opening his native city could off er to a
young man to whom good conversation appeared to b ethe only necessity .
A sudden flush rose under ‘M. Riviere’s sallow skin.
“I—I thought it your metropoli s : i s not the intellectuallife more active there ?” he rejoined ; then, as i f fearingto give his hearer the impression of having asked a
favour, he went on hastily :“One throws out random
suggestions —more to one’s self than to others . In
reality, I see no immediate prospect and rising fromhis seat he added, without a trace o f constraint :
“But
Mrs . Carfry will think that I ought to be taking youupstairs .”
During the homeward drive Archer pondered deeplyon this episode. His hour with M . Riviere had put newair into his lungs, and his first impulse had been to
invite him to dine the next day ; but he was beginningto understand why married men did not always imm e~
diate ly yield to their first impulses .“That young tutor i s an interesting fellow : we had
s ome awfully good talk after dinne r °
about books andthings ,
” he threw out tentatively in the hansom .
May roused herself from one of the dreamy s ilence s
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into which he had read so many meanings before six
months of marriage had given him the key to them .
“The little Frenchman ? Wasn ’t he dreadfully com a
mon she questioned coldly ; and he guessed that shenursed a secret disappointment at having been invitedout in London to meet a clergyman and a French tutor .The disappointment was not occasioned by the sentiment ordinarily defined as snobbishness
,but by old New
York’s sense o f what was due to it when it risked itsdignity in foreign lands . If May’s parents had entertained the Carfrys in Fifth Avenue they would haveo ffered them something more substantial than a parsonand a schoolmaster .But Archer was on edge
,and took her up .
“Common—common where ?” he queried ; and she
returned with unusual readiness : “Why,I should say
anywhere but in his school-room . Those people arealways awkward in society . But then ,
” she added disarmingly,
“I suppose I shouldn ’t have known if he wasclever. ”
Archer disl iked her use o f the word clever almostas much as her use o f the word “common” ; but he wasbeginning to fear his tendency to dwell on the thingshe disliked in her. After all, her point of view hadalways been the same . It was that o f all the people he
had grown up among,and he had always regarded it
as necessary but negligible . Until a few months ago
he had never known a nice woman who looked at l ifediff erently ; and i f a man married it must necessarily beamong the nice .
“Ah—then I won’t ask him to dine ! he concludedwith a laugh ; and May echoed, bewildered :
“Goodnessask the Carfrys
’ tutor ? ”
Well,not on the same day wi th the Carfrys , i f you
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prefer I shouldn’t. But I did rather want another tall-é
with him . He’s looking for a job in New York .
”
Her surprise increased with her indifference : healmost fancied that she suspected him o f being tainted
with foreignness .”“A job in New York ? What sort o f a job ? People
don’
t have French tutors : what does he want to do ? ”“Chicfly to enjoy good conversation, I understand,
h e r husb and retorted p erversely ; and she broke into anappreciative laugh . Oh, Newland, how funny ! Isn
’tthat French?”
On the whole, he was glad to have the matter settledfor him by her refusing to take seriously‘ his W ISh to
invite M . Riviere . Another after-dinner talk would havemade it difficult to avoid the question o f New York ; and
the more Archer considered it the less he was able to
fit M . Riviere into any conceivable picture o f New York
as he knew it.He perceived with a flash o f chilling insight that in
future many problems would be thus negatively solvedfor him ; but as he paid the hansom and followed hiswife’s long train into the house he took refuge in thec omforting platitude that the first six months werealways the most difficult in marriage .
“After that Isuppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing o ff
each other’s angles ,” he reflected ; but the worst of it
was that ‘May’s pressure was already bearing onthe ve ryangles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep .
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drawing-rooms through which he had passed gaveglimpses, between swaying lace curtains, of glassy parquet floors islanded with chintz poufs, dwarf arm-chairs ,and velvet tables covered with trifle s in silver .The Newport Archery Club always held its Augustmeeting at the Beauforts’ . The sport, which had hitherto known no rival but croquet
,was beginning to be dis
c arded in favour o f lawn-tennis ; but the latter game wasstill considered too rough and inelegant for social occas ions , and as an oppo rtunity to show o ff pretty dressesand graceful attitudes the bow and arrow held theirown.
Archer looked down with wonder at the familiarspectacle . It surprised him that li fe should be goingon in the old way when his own reactions to it had so
c ompletely changed . It.
was Newport that had firstbrought home to him the extent o f the change. In
New York,during the previous winter
,after he and
May had settled down in the new greenish-yellow housewith the bow-window and the Pompeian vestibule, hehad dropped back with relief into the old routine o f theo ffice, and the renewal o f this daily activity had served
as a link with his former self. Then there had beenthe pleasurable excitement o f choosing a showy greystepper for May’s brougham ( the Wellands had given
the carriage), and the abiding occupation and interesto f arranging his new library, which, in spite o f familydoubts and disapprovals , had been carried out as he haddreamed
,with a dark embossed paper, Eastlake book
cases and “sincere” arm-chairs and tables . At the
Century he had found Winsett again, and at the Knicker6ocker the fashionable young men o f his own set ; and
what with the hours dedicated to the law and those givento dining out or entertaining friends at home , with an
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occasional evening at the Opera or the play, the life he
was living had still seemed a fairly real and inevitablesort o f business .But Newport represented the escape from duty into an
atmosphere of unmitigated holiday-making . Archer hadtried to persuade May to spend the summer on a remoteisland o ff the coast o f Maine ( called, appropriatelyenough, Mount Desert), where a few hardy Bostonians and Phi ladelphians were camping in “native”
cottages, and whence came reports o f enchanting sceneryand a wild, almost trapper-like existence amid woodsand waters .But the Wellands always went to Newport, where they
owned one of the square boxes on the cliff s,and their
son-in-law could adduce no good reason why he andMay should not join them there. As Mrs . Wellandrather tartly pointed out
,it was hardly worth while for
‘May to have worn herself out trying on summer clothesin Paris i f she was not to be allowed to wear them ; andthis argument was o f a kind to which Archer had as yetfound no answer .May hersel f could not understand his obscure reluetance to fall in with so reasonable and pleasant a way o fspending the summer . She reminded him that he hadalways liked Newport in his bachelor days , and as thiswas indisputable he could only profess that he was surehe was going to like it better than ever now that theywere to be there together . But as he stood on the Beaufort verandah and looked out on the brightly peopledlawn it came home to h im with a shiver that he wasnot going to like it at all .It was not May’s fault
,poor dear . If , now and then,
during their travels , they had fallen slightly out o f step,harmony had been restored by their return to the condi
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tions she was used to . He had always fore se en thatshe would not disappoint him ; and he had been right.He had married ( as most young men did) because hehad met a perfectly charming girl at the moment whena series o f rather aimle ss sentimental adventures weree nding in premature disgust ; and she had represented
p eace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense .
o f an unescapable duty.He could not say that he had be en mistaken in his
c hoice, for she had fulfil led all that he had expe cfi .
It was undoubtedly gratifying to b e the husband o f one
o f the handsomest and most popular young married
women in New York, e specially when she was also one
o f the sweetest-tempered and most reasonab le o f wives ;and Archer had never be en insensible to such advan
tages . As for the momentary madness which had fallenupon him on the eve o f his marriage, he had trained
hims elf to regard it as the last o f his discarded e x pe rim ents . The idea that he could ever, in his senses, havedreamed o f marrying the Countess Olenska had become
almost unthinkable, and she remained in his memory
s imply as the most plaintive and poignant o f a l ine of
But all these abstractions and eliminations made o f his
mind a rather empty and echoing place, and he supposedthat was one o f the reasons why the busy animated peo
ple on the Beaufort lawn shocked him as if they hadbeen children playing in a grave-yard. 4
He heard a murmur of skirts beside him, and the
Marchioness Manson fluttered out o f the drawing-room
w indow . As usual, she was extraordinarily festoonedand bedizened, with a limp Leghorn hat anchored to her.head by many windings o f faded gauze, and a li ttle
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with her grandmother Mingott ? I could hardly per‘
suade her to come with me to the Blenkers’,i f you will
believe it! The life she leads is morbid,unnatural . Ah ,
if she”
had only listened to me when it was still possibleWhen the doo r was still open But shall we
go down and watch this absorbing match ? I hear yourMay i s one o f the competitors .”
Strolling toward them from the tent Beaufort ad
vanc ed over the lawn, tall, heavy, too tightly buttonedinto a London frock-coat
,with one of his own orchids
in its buttonhole . Archer, who had not seen him for two‘
or three months,was struck by the change in his
appearance. In the hot summer light his floridne ssseemed heavy and bloated , and but for his erect squareshouldered walk he would
,have looked l ike an over-fed
and over-dressed old man .
There were all sorts o f rumours afloat about Beaufort .In the spring he had gone off on a long cruise to the
West Indies in his new steam-yacht, and it was reportedthat, at various points where he had touched, a ladyresembling Miss Fanny Ring had been seen in his company. The steam-yacht, built in the Clyde, and fittedwith tiled bath-rooms and other unheard-o f luxuries, wassaid to have cost him half a milli on ; and the pearl necklace which he had presented to his wife on his returnwas as magnificent as such expiatory offerings are aptto be . Beaufort ’s fortune was substantial enough to
stand the strain ; and yet the disquieting rumours pers isted, not only in Fifth Avenue but in Wall Street .Some people said he had speculated unfortunately inrailways
,others that he was being bled by one o f the
mos t insatiable members o f her profession ; and to everyreport o f threatened insolvency Beaufort replied by a
fresh extravaganc e : the building o f a new row of orchid
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houses , the purchase of a new string of race-horses , orthe addition of a new Me issonnie r o r Cabane l to his
p icture-gallery .
He advanced toward the Marchioness and Newlandw ith his usual half-sneering smile . “Hullo
,Medora !
D id the trotters do their business ? Forty minutes , eh ?
Well,that’s not so bad , considering your nerves
had to be spared .
” He shook hands with Archer, andthen, turning back with them,
placed himself on Mrs .‘Manson ’s other side
,and said, in a low voice, a few
words which their companion did not catch .
The Marchioness replied by one o f her queer foreignj erks, and a
“
Que voulez-oous ?” which deepened Beau
fort’ s frown ; but he produced a good semblance o f ac ongratulatory smile as he glanced at Archer to say :“You know May’s going to carry o ff the first prize .”“Ah
,then it remains in the family, Medora rippled ;
and at that moment they reached the tent and Mrs .Beaufort met them in a girlish cloud o f mauve muslinand floating veils .May Welland was just coming out o f the tent . Inher white dress, with a pale green ribbon about the waistand a wreath of ivy on her hat
,she had the same Diana
like aloofness as when she had entered the Beaufortball-room on the night of her engagement . In the interval not a thought seemed to have passed behind her eyesor a feeling through her heart ; and though her husbandknew that she had the capacity for both he marvelledafresh at the way in which experience dropped awayfrom her .She had her bow and arrow in her hand , and placing
hersel f on the chalk—mark traced on the turf she li ftedthe bow to her shoulder and took aim . The attitude wasso full of a classic grace that a murmur of appreciation
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followed her appearance, and Archer felt the glow o f
proprietorship that so often cheated him into momentarywell-being. Her rivals- Mrs . Reggie Chivers, the Merrygirls
,and divers rosy Thorleys
,Dagonets and Mingotts,
stood behind her in a lovely anxious group,brown heads
and golden bent above the scores, and pale muslins andflower-wreathed hats mingled in a tender rainbow . A ll
were young and pretty, and bathed in summer bloom ;but not one had the nymph- l ike ease o f his wife, when,with tense muscles and happy frown
,she bent her soul
upon some feat o f strength .
“Gad,
” Archer heard Lawrence Leflerts say, not oneo f the lot holds the bow as she does and Beaufortretorted : Yes ; but that
’s the only kind o f target she'
h
e ver hit .Archer felt irrationally angry. His host’s c ontemptu
ous tribute to May’s “niceness” was just what a husbandshould have wished to hear said o f his wife . The factthat a coarse-minded man found her lacking in attraetion was simply another proof o f her qual ity ; yet thewords sent a faint shiver through his heart . What if“niceness” carr ied to that supreme degree were only a
negation,the curtain dropped before an emptiness ? A s
he looked at May, returning flushed and calm from he r
final bull’s-eye,he had the feeling that he had never ye t
li fted that curtain .
She took the congratulations o f her rival s and of therest of the company with the simplicity that was he rcrowning grace . No one could ever be jealous o f hertriumphs b ecause she managed to give the feeling thatshe would have been just as serene i f she had missedthem . But wheri her eye s met her husband’s her faceglowed with the pleasure she saw in his .Mrs . Welland’s basket-work poney-carriage was wait
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b osom kept so far from the rest o f her person that theair it set in motion stirred only the fringe of the antimacassars on the chair-arms .Since she had been the means o f hastening his mar
riage old Catherine had shown to Archer the cordialitywhich a service rendered excites toward the personserved . She was persuaded that irrepressible passionwas the cause o f his impatience ; and being an ardentadmirer o f impulsiveness (when it did not lead to the .
spending o f money) she always received him with a
genial twinkle o f complicity and a play o f allusion towhich ‘May se emed fortunately impervious .She exam ined and appraised with much interest thediamond-tipped arrow which had been pinned on May’sbosom at the conclusion o f the match, remarking that inher day a filigree brooch would have been thought
enough , but that there was no denying that Beaufort didthings handsomely.
“
Q uite an heirloom, in fact, my clear, the old ladychuckled .
“You must leave it in fee to your eldest girl .
She pinched May’ s white arm and watched the co lourflood he r face . “Well
,well
,what have I said to make
you shake out the red flag ? Ain’t there going to be anydaughters—only boys, eh ? Good gracious
,look at her
blushing again all over her blushes ! What—can’t I saythat either ? Mercy me—when my children beg me tohave all those gods and goddesses painted out overheadI always say I ’m too thankful to have somebody aboutme that nothing can shock !
”
Archer burst into a laugh,and May echoed it, crimson
Well , now tel l me all about the party, please, mydears, for I shall never get a straight word about itout of that s i lly Medora,
” the ance stress continued ; and,
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as May exclaimed “Aunt Medora ? But I thoughtshe was going back to Portsmouth ?
” she answeredplacidly : “So she is—but she’s got to come here firstto pick up Ellen . Ah—you didn’t know Ellen had cometo spend the day with me ? Such fol-de-rol
,her not
c oming for the summer ; but I gave up arguing withyoung people ab out fifty years ago . Ellen—Ellen she
c ried in her shril l old voice, trying to bend forward fare nough to catch a glimpse of the lawn beyond the
v erandah .
There was no answer, and‘Mrs . Mingott rapped im
patiently with her stick on the shiny floor. A mulattomaid-servant in a bright turban
,replying to the summons,
informed her mistress that she had seen “Miss Ellen”
going down the path to the shore ; and Mrs . Mingottturned to Archer.
“Run down and fetch her,like a good grandson; this
pretty lady will describe the party to me ,” she said ; and
Archer stood up as i f in a dream.
He had heard the Countess Olenska’s name pronouncedo ften enough during the year and a half since they hadlast met, and was even familiar with the main incidentso f her life in the interval . He knew that she had spentthe previous summer at Newport, where she appearedto have gone a great deal into society, but that in theautumn she had suddenly sub-let the “perfect house”
which Beaufort had been at such pains to find for her,and decided to establish herself in Washington . There ,during the winter
,he had heard o f her (as one always
heard o f pretty women inWashington) as shining in the“brill iant diplomatic soc iety” that was supposed to
make up for the social short-comings o f the Administration. He had listened to these accounts , and to vari ous
contradictory report s on her appearance , he r conversa
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tion, her point of view and her choice of friends, with?the detachment with which one l istens to reminiscencesof some one long since dead ; not till Medora suddenlyf
spoke her name at the archery match had Ellen Olenskabecome a living presence to him again . The Mar
chione ss’
s foolish lisp had called up a vision o f the littlefire - lit drawing—room and the sound o f the carriagewheels returning down the deserted street. He thoughto f a story he had read
, o f some peasant children in Tuscany lighting a bunch o f straw in a wayside cavern, andrevealing old silent images in their painted tombThe way to the shore descended from the bank on.
which the house was pe rched to a walk above the watenplanted with weeping willows . Through their ve ih
Archer caught the glint of.the Lime Rock, with its white
washed turret and the tiny house in which the heroicl ight-house keeper
,Ida Lewis
,was living her last vener
able years . Beyond it lay the flat reaches and ugly.
government chimneys o f Goat Island, the bay spreading;northward in a shimmer o f gold to Prudence Island withits low growth o f oaks, and the shores of Conanicut faintin the sunset haze .From the willow walk proj ected a slight wooden pierending in a sort o f pagoda-like summer-house ; and inthe pagoda a lady stood, leaning against the rail, her back.
to the shore . Archer stopped at the sight as i f he had“
waked from sleep . That vision of the past was a dream,
and the reality was what awaited him in the house onthe bank overhead : was Mrs . Welland’s pony-carriagecircling around and around the oval at the door, wasMay sitting under the shameless Olympians and glowingwith secret hopes
,was the Welland villa at the far end:
o f Bellevue Avenue,and
l
‘Mr. Welland, already dressed;
for‘dinner, and pacing the drawing-room floor, watch in:
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Changed ?” echoed her husband in a colourless voice,
his eyes fixed on the ponies ’ twitching ears .“So indiff erent to her friends , I mean ; giving up N ew
Y ork and her house,and spending her time with such
queer people . Fancy how hideously uncomfortable shemust be at the Blenkers’ ! She says she does it to keepAunt Medora out of mischief : to prevent her marryingdreadful people . But I sometimes think we’ve alwaysbored her .Archer made no answer, and she continued , with a
t inge o f hardness that he had never before noticed inher frank fresh voice : “After all
,I wonder if she
w ouldn’t be happier with her husband .
He burst into a laugh .
“Sonata simplicitas !
” he exc laimed ; and as she turned a puzzled frown on him headded : I don’t think I ever heard you say a cruelthing before .”
“Cruel ? ”
Well—watching the contortions o f the damned issupposed to be a favourite sport of the angels ; but Ib elieve even they don’t think people happier in hell .”
“It’s a pity she ever married abroad then,” said May, in
the placid tone with which he r .mother met Mr . Welland’
sv agaries ; and Archer felt himself gently re legated to the
c ategory of unreasonable husbands .They drove down Bellevue Avenue and turned in b e
tween the chamfered wooden gate-posts surmounted by
c ast- iron lamps which marked the approach to the Welland villa . Lights were already shining through its windows
,and Archer
,as the carriage stopped , caught a
glimpse of his father-in-law,exactly as he had pictured
him,pacing the drawing-room, watch in hand and wear
ing the pained expression that he had long since found
to be much more efficacious than anger.
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The young man, as he followed his wife into the hall ,was conscious o f a curious reversal of mood . There wassomething about the luxury of the Welland house and
r the density o f the Welland atmosphere,so charged with
minute Observances and exactions,that always stole into
hi s system like a narcotic . The heavy carpets , the watchful servants , the perpetually reminding tick of disciplinedclocks , the perpetually renewed stack of cards and invitations on the hall table, the whole chain o f tyrannicaltrifle s binding one hour to the next, and each membero f the household to all the others , made any less systematised and affluent existence seem unreal and precarious .But now it was the Welland house
,and the li fe he was
expected to lead in it, that had become unreal and irrelevant
,and the brief scene on the shore
,when he had
stood irresolute,half-way down the bank, was as close
to him as the blood in his veins .All night he lay awake in the big chintz bedroom atMay’s side
,watching the moonlight slant along the car
pet, and thinking o f Ellen Olenska driving home acrossI ngleaming beaches behind Beaufort
’s trotters .
XXII
PARTY for the Blenkers—the BlenkersMr. Welland laid down his knife and fork and
looked anxiously and incredulously across the luncheontable at hi s wife, who , adjusting her gold eye-glasses ,read aloud , in the tone of high comedy :
“Professor andMrs . Emerson Sillerton request the pleasure of Mr . andMrs . Welland ’s company at the meeting of the Wedne s
day Afternoon Club ou August 2 5th at 3 o’clock pune
tually . To meet Mrs . and the Misses Blenker .“Red Gables , Catherine Street . R . S . V . P .
“Good gracious Mr . Welland gasped, as i f a secondreading had been necessary to bring the monstrous ab
s urdity of the thing home to him .
“Poor Amy Sille rton—you never can tell what herhusband will do next ,
” Mrs . Welland sighed . I supposeh e
’
s j ust discovered the Blenkers .”
Professor Emerson Sillerton was a thorn in the side-o f Newport society ; and a thorn that could not beplucked out, for it grew on a venerable and veneratedfamily tree . He was , as people said , a man who had had“every advantage .” His father was Sillerton Jackson’ suncle, his mother a Pennilow of Boston ; on each sidethere was wealth and po sition, and mutual suitability.
Nothing—as Mrs . Welland had often remarked—nothingon earth obliged Emerson Sillerton to be an archaeologist,o r indeed a Professor o f any sort, or to live in Newportin winter. or do any o f the other revolutionary things
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three and stay long enough to make poor Amy feel thatshe hasn’ t b een slighted . She glanced hesitatingly at
her daughter . “And i f Newland’s afternoon is providedfor perhaps May can drive you out with the ponies , andtry their new russet harness .
”
It was a principle in the Welland family that people’sdays and hours should be what Mrs . Welland called
“
pro
vided for .” The melancholy possibility o f having to “killltime” (especially for those who did not care for whisto r solitaire) was a vision that haunted her as the spectreof the unemployed haunts the philanthropist . Anothero f her principles was that parents should never (at leastvisibly) interfere with the plans o f their married children ; and the difficulty o f adjusting this respect forMay’s independence with the exigency o f ‘Mr . Welland’s«claims could be overcome
°
only by the exercise o f an in
genuity which left not a second of Mrs . Welland’
s own
t ime unprovided for.“Of course I ’l l drive with Papa—I’m sure Newland
w ill find something to do,” May said, in a tone that gently
r eminded her husband o f his lack o f response . It was ac ause o f constant distress to Mrs . Welland that her sonin-law showed so little foresight in planning his days .O ften already, during the fortnight that he had passedunder her roof, when she enquired how he meant to spendhis afternoon, he had answered paradoxically :
“Oh, Ithink for a change I ’ l l just save it instead o f spending
e ft and once,when she and May had had to go on a
dong-postponed round of afternoon calls , he had con
fessed to having lain all the afternoon under a rock on
the beach below the house.“Newland never seems to look ahead, Mrs . Welland
o nce ventured to complain to her daughter ; and May
answered serenely : “No ; but you see it doesn’t matter.
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because when there’s nothing particular to do he reads abook .
”
“Ah, yes —like his father ‘Mrs . Welland agreed,as if
al lowing for an inherited oddity ; and after that the question o f Newland ’s unemployment was tacitly dropped .
Nevertheless , as the day for the Sille rton receptionapproached, May began to show a natural solicitude forhis wel fare, and to suggest a tennis match at the Chiv
erses ’, or a sail on Julius Beaufort’s cutter
,as a means
o f atoning for her temporary desertion .
“I shall be
back by six, you know, dear : Papa never drives laterthan that and she was not reassured till Archer said
that he thought of hiring a run-about and driving up the
island to a stud-farm to look at a second horse for herbrougham . They had been looking for this horse for
some time, and the suggestion was so acceptable that
May glanced at her mother as i f to say : “You see he
knows how to plan out his time as well as any o f us .”
The idea o f the stud-farm and the brougham horse hadgerminated in Archer’s mind on the very day when the
Emerson Sille rton invitation had first been mentioned ;but he had kept it to himself as i f there were somethingclandestine in the plan, and discovery might prevent its
execution . He had,however
,taken the precaution to
engage in advance a run-about with a pair o f old livery
stable trotters that could still do their eighteen miles on
level roads ; and at two o’clock, hastily deserting the
luncheon-table, he sprang into the light carriage anddrove ofi .
The day was perfect. A breeze from the north drovelittl e puff s o f white cloud across an ultramarine sky, witha bright sea running under it . Bellevue Avenue wasempty at that hour, and after dropping the stable-lad at
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the corner of Mill Street Archer turned down the OldBeach Road and drove across Eastman ’s Beach .
He had the feeling o f unexplained excitement withwhich , on half-holidays at school , he used to start ofl intothe unknown . Taking his pair at an easy gait, he countedon reaching the stud-farm, which was not far beyondParadise Rocks, before three o
’clock ; so that, after looking over the horse (and trying him i f he seemed promising) he would still have four golden hours to dispose o f .As soon as he heard
'
o f the Sille rton’s party he hadsaid to himsel f that the Marchioness Manson would certainly come to Newport with the Blenkers, and thatMadame Olenska might again take the Opportunity o f
spending the day with her grandmother . At any rate,the Blenker habitation would probably be deserted, andhe would be able, without ifidiscre tion, to satisfy a vaguecuriosity concerning it . He was not sure that he wantedto see the Countess Olenska again ; but ever since he hadlooked at her from the path above the bay he had wanted,irrationally and inde scribab ly, . to see the place she wasliving in
,and to follow the movements o f her imagined
figure as he had watched the real one in the summerhouse . The longing was with him day and night , an incessant undefinab le craving, like the sudden whim o f asick man for food o r drink once tasted and long since forgotten . He could not see beyond the craving, or picturewhat it might lead to
,for he was not conscious o f any
wish to speak to Madame Olenska or to hear her voice.He simply felt that i f he could carry away the vision ofthe spot o f earth she walked on, and the way the sky andsea enclosed it, the rest o f the world
‘ might seem lessempty.
When he reached the stud-farm a glance showed himthat the horse was not what he wanted ; nevertheless he
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For a long time he stood there, content to take in thescene, and gradually falling under its drowsy spell ; butat length he roused himself to the sense o f the passingtime . Should he look his fill and then drive away ? Hestood irresolute, wishing suddenly to see the inside o f
the house,so that he might picture the room that Madame
Olenska sat in . There was nothing to prevent his walking up to the doo r and ringing the bell ; i f, as he supposed
,she was away with the rest o f the party, he could
easily give his name,and ask permission to go into the
s itting-room to write a message .But instead
,he crossed the lawn and turned toward the
b ox -garden. As he entered it he caught sight o f something bright-coloured in the summer-house
,and presently
made it out to be a pink parasol . The parasol drew himl ike a magnet : he was sure it was hers . He went intothe summer-house, and sitting down on the rickety seatpicked up the silken thing and looked at its carved handle,which was made o f some rare wood that gave out anaromatic scent . Archer lifted the handle to his lips .He heard a rustle o f ski rts against the box, and satmotionless
,leaning on the parasol handle with clasped
hands,and letting the rustle come nearer without l i fting
his eyes . He had always known that this must happen
“Oh,Mr. Archer exclaimed a loud young voice ; and
looking up he saw before him the youngest and large sto f the
‘Blenker girls, blonde and blowsy, in bedraggled .
muslin . A red blotch on one o f her cheeks seemed to ‘
show that it had recently been pressed against a pillow,
and her hal f-awakened eyes stared at him hospitably butconfusedly.
“Gracious—where did you drop from ? I must havebeensound asleep in the hammock. Everybody else has
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gone to Newport . Did you ring she incoherently en
quired .
Archer’s confusion was greater than hers . I—nothat is, I was just going to . I had to come up the islandto see about a horse, and I drove over on a chance offinding Mrs . Blenker and your visitors . But the houses eemed empty— so I sat down to wait .”
Miss Blenker, shaking OE the fumes of sleep , looked ath im with increasing interest . “The house is empty.
Mother’s not here, or the Marchioness—or anybody butm e . Her glance became faintly reproachful . “Didn ’tyou know that Professor and Mrs . Sille rton are g1v1ng a
garden-party for mother and all of us this afternoon ? Itwas too unlucky that I couldn’t go ; but I
’ve had a sorethroat, and mother was afraid o f the drive home thisevening . D id you ever know anything so disappointing ?Of course
,
” she added gaily,
“I shouldn’t have mindedhalf as much i f I ’d known you were coming.
Symptoms of a lumbering coquetry became visible inher, and Archer found the strength to break in :
“ButMadame Olenska—has she gone to Newport too ? ”
‘Miss Blenker looked at him with surprise . “MadameOlenska—didn ’t you know she’d been called away ? ”
“Called awayOh
,my best parasol ! I lent it to that goose of a
Katie, because it matched her ribbons, and the careles sthing must have dropped it here . We Blenkers are alll ike that real Bohemians l” Recovering the sunshade with a powerful hand she unfurled it and suspended its rosy dome above her head .
“Yes, Ellen wascalled away yesterday : she lets us cal l her Ellen, you
know. A telegram came from Boston : she said she
might be gone for two days . I do love the way she doesher hair, don
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Archer continued to stare through her as though she
had been transparent. All he saw was the trumpery parasol that arched its pinkness above her giggling head .
After a moment he ventured : “You don’t happen toknow why Madame Olenska went to Boston ? I hopei t was not onaccount o f bad news ? ”
Miss Blenker took this with a cheerful incredulity .
Oh, I don’t believe so . She didn’t tell us what was in
the telegram . I think she didn’t want the Marchionessto know. She’ s so romantic-looking, i sn
’t she ? Doesn ’tshe remind you o f Mrs . Scott-S iddons when she reads‘Lady Geraldine’s Courtship ’ ? D id you never hear her ?”
Archer was dealing hurriedly with crowding thoughts .His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled beforehim ; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the
dwindling figure o f a man to whom nothing was ever tohappen . He glanced about him at the unpruned garden,the tumble-down house
,and the oak-grove under which
the dusk was gathering. It had seemed so exactly the
place in which he ought to have found Madame Olenska ;and she was far away, and even the pink sunshade wasnot hersHe frowned and hesitated . You don’t know, I sup
pose—I shall be in Boston tomorrow . I f I could manage to see herH e felt that Miss Blenker was losing interest in him,
though her smile persisted .
“Oh, o f course ; how lovely
o f you ! She’s staying at the Parker House ; it must b e
horrible there in this weather .After that Archer was but intermittently aware o f the
remarks they exchanged . He could only rememb er
stoutly resisting her entreaty. that he should await the
returning family and have high tea with them before he
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HE next morning, when Archer got out o f the FallRiver train, he emerged upon a steaming mid
summer Boston . The streets near the station were fullo f the smell o f beer and coffee and decaying fruit, and a.
shirt-sleeved populace moved through them with the intimate abandon of boarders going down the passage to thebathroom .
Archer found a cab and drove to the Somerset Clubfor breakfast. Even the fashionable quarters had theair o f untidy domesticity to which no excess o f heat everdegrades the European cities . Care-takers in calicolounged on the doo r- steps o f the wealthy, and the Common looked like a pleasure-ground on the morrow o f aMasonic picnic . If Archer had tried to imagine EllenOlenska in improbable scenes he could not have calledup any into which it was more diffi cult to fit her than thisheat-prostrated and deserted Boston .
He breakfasted with appetite and method,beginning
with a slice o f melon, and studying a morning paperwhile he waited for his toast and scrambled eggs . Anew sense o f energy and activity had po ssessed him eversince he had announced to May the night before that hehad business in Boston
,and should take the Fall River
boat that night and go on to New York the followingevening. It had always been understood that he wouldreturn to town early in the week, and when he got backfrom his expedition to Portsmouth a letter from the
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O ffice, which fate had consp icuously placed on a corner ofthe hall table , sufficed to justify his sudden change ofplan . He was even ashamed of the ease with which thewhole thing had been done : it reminded him
,for an nu
comfortable moment , o i Lawrence Le ffe rts ’s masterlyc ontrivances for securing his freedom . But this did notlong trouble him, for he was not in an analytic mood .
After breakfast he smoked a cigarette and glancedo ver the Commercial Advertiser . While he was thuse ngaged two or three men he knew came in
,and the
usual greetings were exchanged : it was the same worlda fter all , though he had such a queer sense o f havings lipped through the meshes of time and space .He looked at his watch
,and finding that it was half
p ast nine ~
got up and went into the writing-room . Thereh e wrote a few lines , and ordered a messenger to take ac ab to the Parker House and wait for the answer . Hethen sat down behind another newspaper and tried to calc ulate how long it would take a cab to get to the ParkerHouse .
“The lady was out, sir, he suddenly heard a waiter’s
v oice at his elbow ; and he stammered : Out as i f itwere a word in a strange language .He got up and went into the hall . It must be a mis
take : she could not be out at that hour . He flushed withanger at his own stupidity : why had he not sent the noteas soon as he arrivedHe found his hat and stick and went forth into the
s treet . The city had suddenly become as strange andv ast and empty as i f he were a traveller from distantlands . For a moment he stood on the door-step hes itating ; then he decided to go to the Parker House. Whati f the messenger had been misinformed, and she weres till there ?
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He started to walk acros s the Common”
; and on the
first bench, under a tree, he saw her sitting. She had agrey silk sunshade over her head—how could he ever haveimagined her with a pink one ? As he approached he wasstruck by her l istless attitude : she sat there as i f she hadnothing else to do . He saw her drooping profile, and theknot o f hair fastened low in the neck under her dark hat
,
and the long wrinkled glove on the hand that held thesunshade. He came a step or two nearer, and she turnedand looked at him.
“Oh”—she said ; and for the first time he noticed a
startled look on her face ; but in another moment it gave
way to a slow smile o f wonder and contentment.“Oh”—she murmured again
, on a different note, as
he stood looking down at her ; and without rising she
made a place for him onfhe bench .
“I’m here on business—just got here,Archer ex.
plained ; and, without knowing why, he suddenly beganto feign astonishment at seeing her. “But what on earthare you doing in this wilderness
'
H e had really noidea what he was saying : he felt as if he we re f shouting
at her across endless distances, and she might vanishagain before he could overtake her.
“I ? Oh, I’m here on business too,
” she answered,turning her head toward him so that they were face toface. The words hardly reached him : he was awareonly o f her voice, and o f the startling fact that not an
e cho o f i t had remained in his mem ory. He had not evenremembered that it was low-pitched, with a faint roughness on the consonants .
“You do your hair differently, he said, his heart beat
ing as i f he had uttered something irrevocable.Differently ? No—it
’s only that I do it as best I can
when I’
m without Nastasia .”
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He paused again, beating about the question he felthe must put.
“It was to meet him here that you came ?”
She stared,and then burst into a laugh . Meet him
my husband ? H ere ? At this season he’s always at
Cowes or Baden .
“He sent some one ?”“Yes o’,“With a letter ? ”
She shook her head .
“No just a message . He neverwrites . I don’t think I’ve had more than one letter fromhim.
” The allusion brought the colour to he r cheek, andit reflected itself in Archer’ s vivid blush .
“Why doe s he never write ?”
Why should he ? What does one have secretaries
for
The young man’s blush deepened . She had pro
nounc ed the word askif i t had no more significance than
any other in her vocabulary. For a moment it was onthetip o f his tongue to ask : Did he send his secretary,then ? ” But the remembrance o f Count Olenski’s onlyletter to his wife was too present to him. He pausedagain
,and then took another plunge,
And the person“The emissary ? The emissary,
” Madame Olenska re
joined , still smil ing,“might
,for all I care, have left al
ready ; but he has insisted onwaiting till this evening a ,
in case on the chance“And you came out here to think the chance over ?
”
“I came out to get a breath o f air . The hotel’s toos tifling. I ’m taking the afternoon train back to Portsmouth .
”
They sat s ilent, not looking at each other, b ut straightahead at the people passing along the path . Finally she
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turned her eyes again to his face'and said : “You’re not
changed .
”
He felt l ike answering : I was, till I saw you again ;but instead he stood up abruptly and glanced about himat the untidy sweltering park .
“This i s horrible . Why shouldn’t we go out a littleon the bay ? There
’
s a breeze,and it will be cooler. We
might take the steamboat down to Point Arley.
” Sheglanced up at him hesitatingly and he went on: On aMonday morning there won’t b e anybody on the boat .My train doesn
’t leave till evening : I ’m going back toNew York. Why shouldn ’t we he insisted
,looking
down at her ; and suddenly he broke out :“Haven ’t we
done all we could ?”“Oh”—she murmured again . She stood up and re
opened her sunshade, glancing about her as if to takecounsel o f the scene, and assure herself o f the impo ssib ility o f remaining in it . Then her eyes returned to hisface. “
You mustn ’t say things like that to me,” she said .
“I’ ll say anything you like ; or nothing. I won’t open
my mouth unless you tell me to . What harm can it do
to anybody ? All I want is to listen to you,” he stam
mered .
She drew out a little gold-faced watch on an enamelled
chain .
“Oh,don’t calculate, he broke out ;
“give me the
day ! I want to get you away from that man . At whattime was he coming ? ”
Her colour rose again . At eleven .
“Then you must come at once .”
“You needn’t be afraid—if I don’t come.“Nor you either—if you do . I swear I only want to
hear about you,to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a
hundred years since we’ve met—it may b e another hundred before we meet again .
”
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She stil l wavered, her anxious eyes onhis face .“Why
didn’t you come down to the beach to fetch me, the dayI was at Granny’s she asked.
“Because you didn’t look round—because you didn’
t
know I was there . I swore I wouldn’t unless you loodround . He laughed as the chi ldishness o f the confessions truck him .
“But I didn’t look round onpurpose .”
On purpose ?”
I knew you were there ; when you drove in I re cognised the ponies . So I went down to the beach .
“To get away from ine as far as you couldShe repeated in a low voice : “To get away from you as
far as I could .
He laughed out again, this time in boyish satisfaction .
Well, you see it’s no use . I may as well tell you,
”he
added,“that the business I came here for was just to find
you. But, look here, we must start or we shall miss ourboat.
”
“Our boat ?” She frowned perplexedly, and thensmiled .
“Oh,but I must go back to the hotel fir st : I
must leave a note“A s many notes as you please. You can write here .
He drew out a note-case and one o f the new stylographicpens . “I ’ve even got an envelope—you see how everything’s predestined ! There—steady the thing on yourknee, and I
’l l get the pen going in a second . They haveto be humoured ; wait He banged the hand that heldthe pen against the back o f the bench .
“It’s like j erkingdown the mercury ina thermometer : just a trick . Now:
tryShe laughed, and bending over the sheet o f paper
which he had laid onhis note-case, beganto write . Archer Walked away a few steps, staring with radiant unsee
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open so often, and that all the people it let out shouldlook so like each other, and so like al l the other hot menwho, at that hour, through the length and breadth o f theland
,were passing continuously in and out o f the swing~
ing doors o f hotels .And then, suddenly, came a face that he could not t elate to the other faces . He caught but a flash o f it, forhis pac ings had carried him to the farthest point of hisbeat
,and it was in turning back to the hotel that he saw,
in a group of typical countenances—the lank and weary,the round and surprised
,the lantern-jawed and mild
this other face that was so many more things at once,and
things so different. It was that o f a young man, pale too,and hal f-extinguished by the heat, or worry, or both, but.
somehow , quicker, vivider, more consc ious ; or perhapss eeming so because he was so diff erent. Archer hung a
”
moment on a thin thread o f memory, but it snapped andfloated o ff with the disappearing face —apparently that o fsome foreign business man, looking doubly foreign insuch a setting. He vanished in the stream of passers-by,andArcher resumed his patrol .He did not care to b e seen watch in hand within view
o f the hotel, and his unaided reckoning o f the lapse o f
time led him to conclude that, if Madame Olenska was solong in reappearing, i t could only be because she had metthe emissary and been waylaid by him. At the thoughtArcher’s apprehension rose to anguish .
“If she doesn’t come soon I ’ ll go in and find her, he
said .
The doors swung open again and she was at his side.They got into the herdic, and as it drove o ff he tookout his watch and saw that she had been absent jus t threeminutes . Inthe clatter o f loose windows that made talk
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impossible they bumped over the disj ointed cobblestonesto the wharf.
Seated side by side on a bench of the hal f-empty boatthey found that they had hardly anything to say to eac hother, or rather that what they had to say communicateditsel f best in the blessed silence of their release and theirisolation .
‘
As the paddle-wheels began to turn, and wharves andshipping to recede through the veil of heat , it seemed toArcher that everything in the old familiar world of habitwas receding also . He longed to ask Madame Olenskai f she did not have the same feeling : the feeling that theywere starting on some long voyage from which they mightnever return . But he was afraid to say it , or anythingelse that might disturb the delicate balance of her trustin him . In reality he had no wish to betray that trust .There had been days and nights when the memory oftheir kiss had burned and burned on his lips ; the day b efore even
, ou the drive to Portsmouth , the thought of herhad run through him like fire ; but now that she was b e
side him,and they were dri fting forth into this unknown
world,they seemed to have reached the kind of deeper
nearness that a touch may sunder .As the boat left the harbour and turned seaward abreeze stirred about them and the bay broke up into longoily undulations
,then into ripples tipped with spray . The
fog of sultriness still hung over the city, but ahead lay afresh world of ruffled waters , and distant promontorieswith light-houses in the sun . Madame Olenska, leaningback against the boat-rail , drank in the coolness betwee nparted lips . She had wound a long veil about her hat ,but it left her face uncovered , and Archer was struck by
the tranquil gaiety of her expression . She seemed to take
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their adventure as a matter o f course, and to be neitherin fear o f unexpected encounters, nor (what was worse)unduly elated by their possibility.In the bare dining-room o f the inn
,which he had hoped
they would have to themselves . they found a stridentparty o f innocent-looking young men and women—schoo lteachers on a holiday, the landlord told them—and Arche r
’
s heart sank at the idea o f having to talk through theirnoise.
“This is hopeless—I ’ll ask for a private room, he
s aid ; and Madame Olenska, without off ering any ob j e ction
,waited while he went in search o f it . The room
opened on a long wooden verandah , with the sea comingin at the windows . It was bare and cool, with a tablec overed with a coarse che ckered cloth and adorned by ab ottle o f pickles and a blueberry pie under a cage . N0
more guileless-looking cabine t particulier ever offered itsshelter to a clandestine couple : Archer fancied he sawthe sense o f its reassurance in the faintly amused smilewith which Madame Olenska sat down opposite to him .
A woman who had run away from her husband—and °reputedly with another man—was likely to have masteredthe art of taking things for granted ; but something inthe quality o f her composure took the ' edge from his
irony. By being so quiet,so unsurpri se d and so simple
she had managed to brush away the conventions andmake him feel that to seek to b e alone was the naturalthing for two old friends who had so much to say to each
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finance his plans, and Medora is simply a good adver
tisement as a convert.“A convert to what ? ”“To all sorts o f new and crazy social schemes . But,
do you know, they ,interest me more than the blind con
formity to tradition— somebody else’s tradition—that Ise e among our own friends . It seems stupid to have dis
c overed America only to make it into a copy o f anothercountry. She smiled across the table . “Do you sup
pose Christopher Columbus would have taken all that
trouble just to go to the Opera with the Selfridge‘MerrysArcher changed colour . “And Beaufort—do you say
these things to Beaufort ?” he asked abruptly.
“I haven’t see him for a' long time. But I used to ; and
he understands .”
“Ah , it’s what I ’ve
’
always told you ; you don’t like us .
And you like Beaufort because he’s so unlike us .” He
looked about the bare room and out at the bare beach andthe row o f stark white village houses strung along the
shore. “We’re damnably dull . We’ve no character, nocolour
,no variety.
—I wonder, he broke out,“why you
don’t go back ?”
Her eyes darkened,and he expected an indignant re
joinder. But she sat silent, as i f thinking over what he
had said, and he grew frightened lest she should answerthat she wondered too .
At length she said : I believe it’s because of you .
It was impossible to make the confession more dispas
sionately, or in a tone less encouraging to the vanity o f
the person addressed . Archer reddened to the temples,but dared not move
,
or speak : it was as i f her words had
b e en some rare butterfly that the leas t motion might drive
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o ff on startl ed wings , but that might gather a flock aboutit i f it were left undisturbed .
“At least , she continued , it was you who made meunderstand that under the dullness there are things sofine and sensitive and delicate that even those I mostcared for in my other li fe look cheap in comparison .
I don’t know how to explain myself”—she drew togetherher troubled brows—“but it seems as i f I ’d never beforeunderstood with how much that is hard and shabby andbase the most exquisite pleasures may be paid .
”
“Exquisite pleasures—it’s something to have hadthem !” he felt like retorting ; but the appeal in her eyeskept him silent .
“I want ,” she went on, to be perfectly honest with you
—and with myself . For a long time I ’ve hoped this
chance would come : that I might tell you how you’ve
helped me , what you’ve made o f me
Archer sat staring beneath frowning brows . He in
terrupted her with a laugh . And what do you make out
that you’ve made of me ? ”
She paled a little .
“Of you“Yes : for I ’m o f your making much more than you
ever were o f mine . I ’m the man who married one woman
because another one told him to .
”
Her paleness turned to a fugitive flush . I thought—u
you promised—you were not to say such things today .
”
“Ah—how like a woman ! None of you will ever see a
bad business through !”
She lowered her voice .“Is it a bad business—for
May .
He stood in the window,drumming a
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“For that’ s the thing we’ve always got to think o f
haven’t we—b y your own showing ?” she insisted .
“My own showing ? ” he echoed, his blank eyes sti ll onthe sea.
“Or if not,she continued, pursuing her own thought
with a painful application,“ i f it’s not worth while to
have given up, to have missed things, so that others maybe saved from disi llusionment and misery— then every
th ing I came home for,everything that made my other li fe
se em by contrast so bare and so poor because no one
there took account o f them—all these things are a sham
o r a dreamHe turned around without moving from his place.And in that case there’ s no reason on earth why you
shouldn’t go back ? ” he concluded for her.
Her eyes were cl inging to him desperately. Oh, is
there no reason ? ”
“Not i f you staked your al l on the success o f my mar
riage . My marriage, he said savagely,“ isn’t going to
be a sight to keep you here .” She made no answer, and
he went on: “What’s the use ? You gave me my first
glimpse’
o f a real li fe, and at the same moment you asked
me to go onwith a sham one . It’s beyond human enduring—that ’s all .”“Oh
,don’t say that ; when I
’m enduring it !” she burst
out, her eyes fil ling.
Her arms had dropped along the table,and she sat with
her face abandoned to his gaze as i f in the recklessness o f
a desperate peril . The face expo sed her as much as i f
it had been her whole person, with the soul behind it
Archer stood dumb, overwhelmed by what it suddenly
told him.
“You too—oh, all this time, you too
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back to all the abominations you know o f, and all thetemptations you hal f guess .
” He understood it as clearlyas if she had uttered the words , and the thought kepthim anchored to his side o f the table in a kind o f movedand sacred submission .
“What a life for you l he groaned .
Oh—as long as it’s a part o f yours .
”
“And mine a part o f yours ? ”
She nodded .
“And that’ s to be all—for either o f us ?”
“Well ; it is all, i sn’t it ?”
At that he sprang up, forgetting everything but thesweetness o f her face . She rose too, not as i f to meethim or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worsto f the task were done and she had only to wait ; soquietly that, as he came close, her outstretched handsacted not as a check but as a guide to him . They fellinto his, while her arms, extended but not rigid, kept himfar enough off to let her surrendered face say the rest .They may have stood in that way for a long time, or
only for a few moments ; but it was long enough for he r
silence to communicate all she had to say, and for him
to feel that only one thing mattered . He must do nothing
to make this meeting their last ; he must leave their futurein her care
,asking only that she should keep fast hold
o f it .“Don’t—don’t b e unhappy, she said, with a break inher voice, as she drew her hands away ; and he an
swered :“You won’t go back—you won
’t go back ?”as
if it were the one po ssibil ity he could not bear.“I won’t go b ack,
” she said ; and turning away she
Opened the door and led the way into the public dining
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The strident school-teachers were gathering up their
possessions preparatory to a straggling flight to thewharf ; across the beach lay the white steam-boat at the
p ier ; and over the sunlit waters Boston loomed in a lineo f haze.
NCE more onthe boat, and in the presence o f others,Archer felt a tranquillity o f spirit that surprised
as much as it sustained him .
The day,according to any current valuation, had been
a rather ridiculous failure ; he had n’
ot so much as touched
Madame Olenska’s hand with his l ips, or extracted one'word from her that gave promise o f farther opportunities . Nevertheless, for a man sick with unsatisfied love,and parting for an indefin
i
te period from the obj ect o f hispassion, he felt himsel f almost humiliatingly calm and
comforted . It was the perfect balance she had held between their loyalty to others and their honesty to themselves that had so stirred and yet tranquillized him ; abalance not artfully calculated
,as her tears and her fal
terings showed, but resulting naturally from her un~
abashed sincerity. It fil led him with a tender awe, nowthe danger was over
,and made him thank the fates that
no personal vanity, no s ense o f playing a part beforesophisticated witnesses, had tempted him to tempt her.Even after they had clasped hands for good-bye at theFall River station, and he had turned away alone, the conviction remained with him o f having saved out o f theirmeeting much more than he had sacrificed .
He wandered back to the club, and went and sat alonein the deserted library
,turning and turning over in his
thoughts every separate second of their hours together.Itwas clear to him, and it grew more clear under close:
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all ? ” he exclaimed, casting a wondering eye on the astuteand haggard little countenance o f young Carfry
’
s Frenchtutor.
“Oh , I got here—yes, M. Riviere smiled with drawnlips . “But not for long ; I return the day after tomora
row . He stood grasping his light valise in one neatlygloved hand, and gazing anxiously, perplexedly, almostappealingly, into Archer
’s face .“I wonder
,Monsieur,
‘
since I ’ve had the good luck torun across you
,i f I might
“I was just going to suggest it : come to luncheon,won ’t you ? Down town, I mean : i f you
’l l look me upin my oflic e I ’ ll take you to a very decent restaurant inthat quarter.
'M. Riviere was visibly touched and surprised . You’retoo kind . But I was only going to ask if you would tellme how to reach some sort of conveyance . There are noporters, and no one here seems to listen
“I know : our American stations must surprise you.
'When you ask for a porter they give you chewing-gum .
But i f you’ll come along I ’ l l extricate you ; and you mustreally lunch with me, you know.
”
The young man,after a just perceptible hesitation
,re
plied,with profuse thanks
,and in a tone that did not
carry complete conviction, that he was already engaged ;but when they had reached the comparative reassuranceo f the street he asked i f he might call that afternoon .
Archer, at ease in the midsummer leisure o f the office,fixed an hour and scribbled his address
,which the French
man pocketed with reiterated thanks and a wide flourisho f his hat . A horse-car received him,
and Archer walked
Punctually at the hour M . Riviere appeared, shaved,smoothed-out, but still unmistakably drawn and serious .
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Archer was alone in his office, and the young man , b e ‘
fore accepting the seat he proff ered , began abruptly :“I
believe I saw you, sir, yesterday in Boston .
”
The statement was insignificant enough,and Archer
was about to frame an assent when his words werechecked by something mysterious yet illuminating in hisvisitor’s insistent gaze .
“It i s extraordinary,very extraordinary, M . Riviere
continued ,“that we should have met in the circumstances
in which I find mysel f.”“What circumstances Archer asked
,wondering a lit
tle crudely i f he needed money.
M . Riviere continued to study him with tentative eyes .I have come, not to look for employm ent, as I spoke ofdoing when we last met, but on a special mission
“Ah— l” Archer exclaimed . In a flash the two meetings had connected themselves in his mind . He pausedto take in the situation thus suddenly lighted up for him,
and M . Riviere also remained silent, as i f aware thatwhat he had said was enough .
“A special mission,
” Archer at length repeated .
The young Frenchman,opening his palms , raised them
slightly,and the two men continued to look at each other
across the office -desk til l Archer roused himsel f to say“D
‘
o sit down” ; whereupon M . Riviere bowed, took a
distant chair,and again waited .
“It was about this mission that you wanted to consultme ? ” Archer finally asked .
M . Riviere bent his head . Not in my own behalf
on that score 1—1 have fully dealt with myself . I shouldlike—if I may—to speak to you about the CountessO lenska.
Archer had known for the last few minutes that thewords were coming ; but when they came they sent the
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blood rushing to his temples as i f he had been caughtby a bent-back branch in a thicket .
“And on whose behal f,
” he said,do you wish to do
this ? ”
M . Riviere met the question sturdily . Well -I mightsay hers , i f it did not sound like a liberty! Shall I sayinstead : on behalf of abstract j ustice ? ”
Archer considered him ironically . In other wordsyou are Count O lenski’s messengerHe saw his blush more darkly reflected in ‘M. Riviere’ssallow countenance . “Not to you,
Monsieur. I f I cometo you,
it is on quite other grounds .”
“What right have you, in the circumstances, to b e on
any o ther ground ? ” Archer retorted .
“If you’re anemissary you ’re an emissary .
The young man considered . My mission is over : asfar as the Countess Olenska goes , it has failed .
”
“I can ’t help that,” Archer rejoined on the same note
p f irony.
“No : but you can help M . Riviere paused, turnedhis hat about in his stil l carefully gloved hands
,looked
into its lining and then back at Archer ’s face “You canhelp
,Monsieur
,I am convinced
,to make it equally a
failure with her fam ily.
”
Archer pushed back his chair and stood Up . Welland by God I will !” he exclaimed . He stood with hishands in his pockets
,staring down wrathfully at the little
Frenchman,whose face
,though he too had risen , was
still an inch or two below the line of Archer’s eyes .M . Riviere paled to his normal hue : paler than thathis complexion could hardly turn .
“Why the devil,
” Archer e x plosive ly'
c ontinued, shouldyo
’u have thought—since I suppose you’re appealing to me
onthe ground o f my relationship to Madame Olenska;
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Before seeing her, I saw—at Count Olenski’s request—Mr . Lovel l Mingott, with whom I had several talksbefore going to Boston . I understand that he representshis mother’s view ; and that Mrs . Manson Mingott
’
s
influence is great throughout her family.
”
Archer sat silent,with the sense o f clinging to the
edge of a sliding precipice . The discovery that he hadbeen excluded from a share in these negotiations, andeven from the knowledge that they were on foot, causedhim a surprise hardly dulled by the acuter wonder o f
what he"
was learning. He saw in a flash that i f thefamily had ceased to consult him it was because somedeep tribal instinct warned them that he was no longeron their side ; and he recalled, with a start o f comprehension,
a remark of May’s during their drive home
from Mrs . Manson Mingott’
s on the day of the ArcheryMeeting : “Perhaps
,after all
,Ellen would be happier
with her husband .
”
Even in the tumult of new discoveries Archer rememb ered his indignant exclamation, and the fact that sincethen his wife had never named Madame Olenska to him .
Her careless allusion had no doubt been the straw heldup to see which way the wind blew ; the result had beenreported to the family, and thereafter Archer had beentacitly omitted from their counsels . He admired thetribal discipline which made May bow to this decision .
She would not have done so,he knew, had her con
s cience protested ; but she probably shared the family viewthat Madame Olenska would be b etter o ff as an unhappywi fe than as a separated one
,and that there was no use
in discussing the case with Newland. who had an awk
ward way o f suddenly not seeming to take the mostfundamental things for granted .
A rcher looked up and met his visitor’s anxious gaze .
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"Don’t you know, Monsieur—is it possible you don’tknow—that the family begin to doubt i f they have theright to advise the Countess to refuse her husband ’s lastproposals ? ”
“The propo sals you brought ? ”
The proposals I brought .”
It was on Archer’s lips to exclaim that whatever heknew or did not know was no concern of M . Riviere's ;but something in the humble and yet courageous tenacityo f M . Riviere’s gaze made him rej ect this conclusion ,and he met the young man’s question with another .“What is your object in speaking to me of this ? ”
He had not to wait a moment for the answer . Tobeg you , Monsieur—to beg you with all the force I
’m
capable o f— not to let her go back—Oh , don’t let her !”
M . Riviere exclaimed .
Archer looked at him with increasing astonishment .
There was no mistaking the sincerity of his distress or
the strength of his determination : he had evidently re
solved to let everything go by the board but the supreme
need of thus putting himsel f on record . Archer conside red.
“May I ask, he said at length , i f thi s is the line you
took with the Countess Olenska
M . Riviere reddened , but his eyes did not falter . No ,Monsieur : I accepted my mission in good faith . I really
be lieved— for reasons I need not trouble you with—that
it would be better for Madame Olenska to recover her
situation , her fortune , the social consideration that her
husband ’s standing gives her .”
“So I supposed : you could hardly have accepted such
a mission otherwise .”
“I should not have accepted it .
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Well, then A rcher paused again, and their eyesmet in anothe r protracted scrutiny.
“Ah,Monsieur, after I had seen her, after I had
listened to her,I knew she was better off here.”
“You knew“Monsieur
,I discharged my mission faithfully : I put
the Count’s arguments, I stated his offers, without addingany comment of my own . The Countess was good enoughto listen patiently ; she carried her goodness so far as tosee me twice ; she considered impartially al l I had cometo say. And it was in the course of these two talks thatI changed my mind
,that I came to see things diff erently.
”
“May I ask what led to this change ?”
Simply seeing the change in Mr,M . Riviere replied .
The change in her ? Then you knew her before ?”
The young man’s coloii r again rose . I used to seeher in her husband ’s house . I have known Count Olenski for many years . You can imagine that he would nothave sent a stranger on such a mission .
”
Archer’s gaze, wandering away to the blank walls o fthe office, rested on a hanging calendar surmounted bythe rugged features of the President of the United States .That such a conversation should be going on anywherewithin the millions of square miles subj ect to his ruleseemed as strange as anything that the imagination couldinvent .
“The change—what sort o f a change ? ”“Ah
,Monsieur
,i f I could tell you ! M . Riviere
paused . Tenez—the discovery, I suppose, of what I’d
never thought of before : that she ’s an American . Andthat i f you’re an American of her kind—o f your kindthings that are accepted in certain other societies , or atleast put up with as part of a general convenient give-and
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VERY year onthe fifteenth of October Fifth Avenueopened its shutters, unrolled its carpets and hung
up its triple layer o f window-curtains .By the first o f November this household ritual wasover
,and soci ety had begun to look about and take stock
o f itself. By the fifteenth the season was in full blast,Opera and theatres were putting forth their new attrac
tions, dinner-engagements were accumulating, and datesfor dances being fixed . And punctually at about thi stime Mrs . Archer always said that New York was verymuch changed .
Observing it from the lofty stand-point o f a nonparticipant, she was able, with the help o f Mr. Sillerton
Jackson and Miss Sophy, to trace each new crack in itssurface
,and all the strange weeds pushing up between
the ordered rows o f social vegetables . It had been one
o f the amusements o f Archer’s youth to wait for thisannual pronouncement o f his mother
’s,and to hear her
enumerate the minute signs o f disintegration that hiscareless gaze had overlooked . For New York, to Mrs .Archer’s mind
,never changed without changing for the
worse ; and in this view“Miss Sophy Jackson heartily
concurred .
Mr . Sille rton Jackson, as became a man o f the world ,suspended his j udgment and listened with an amusedimpartiality to the lamentations of the ladies . But evenhe never denied that New York had changed ; and New
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land Archer, in the winter o f the second year o f hismarriage, was himsel f obliged to admit that i f it had notactually changed it was certainly changing
.
These points had been raised,as usual
,at Mrs . Archer’ s
Thanksgiving dinner. At the date when she was off iciallye njoined to give thanks for the blessings of the year itwas her habit to take a mournful though not embitteredstock o f her world, and wonder what there was to bethankful for . At any rate
,not the state of society ;
society, i f it could be said to exist, was rather a spectacleonwhich to call down Biblical imprecations—and in fact
,
every one knew what the Reverend Dr . Ashmore meantwhen he chose a text from Jeremiah ( chap . i i . , verse 2for his Thanksgiving sermon . Dr. Ashmore, the newRector o f St . Matthew ’s , had been chosen because he wasvery “advanced” : his sermons were considered hold inthought and novel in language . When he fulminatedagainst fashionable society he always spoke of its “trend” ;and to Mrs . Archer it was terrifying and yet fascinatingto feel herself part of a community that was trending .
1“There’s no doubt that Dr. Ashmore is right : there is amarked trend
,she said
,as i f it were something visible
and measurable,like a crack in a house .
“It was odd, though , to preach about it on Thanksgiving
,
” Miss Jackson opined ; and her hostess drily re
joined : “Oh,he means us to give thanks for what ’s left. ”
Archer had been wont to smile at these annual vaticinations o f his mother’s ; but this year even he was obligedto acknowledge, as he listened to an enumeration o f thechanges
,that the “trend” was visible .
“The extravagance in dress Miss Jackson began.
Sille rton took me to the first night o f the Opera, and Ican only tell you that Jane Merry’s dress was the onlyone I recognised from las t year ; and even that had had
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the front panel changed . Yet I know she got it out fromWorth only two years ago , because my seamstress alwaysgoes in to make over her Paris dresses before she wearsthem .
”
“Ah,JaneMerry is one of us
,said Mrs . Archer sigh
ing,as i f it were not such an enviable thing to be in an
age when ladies were beginning to flaunt abroad theirParis dresses as soon as they were out of the CustomHouse
,instead o f letting them mellow under lock and
key, in the manner of Mrs . Archer’s contemporaries .
Yes ; she’s one of the few . In my youth ,
” Miss Jackson rejoined
,
“it was considered vulgar to dress in the
newest fashions ; and Amy Sille rton has always told methat in Boston the rule was to put away one’s Pari sdresses for two years . Qld Mrs . Baxter Pennilow , who
did everything handsomely,used to import twelve a year
,
two velvet, two satin , two silk, and the other six o fpoplin and the finest cashmere . It was a standing order
,
and as she was ill for two years before she died theyfound forty-eight Worth dresses that had never beentaken out of tissue paper ; and when the girls left o fftheir mourning they were able to wear the first lot atthe Symphony concerts without looking in advance of thefashion .
”
“Ah, well, Boston is more conservative than NewYork ; but I always think it
’s a safe rule for a lady tolay aside her French dresses for one season,
” Mrs .Arch
’
er conceded .
“It was Beaufort who started the new fashion by making his wi fe clap her new clothes on her back as soonas they arrived : I must say at times it takes all Regina’sdistinction not to look like like Miss Jacksonglanced around the table
,caught Janey’s bulging gaze,
and took refuge in an unintelligible murmur .
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It was thus, Archer reflected , that N ew York managedits transitions : conspiring to ignore them till they werewell over, and then, in all good faith , imagining that theyhad taken place in a preceding age . There was alwaysa traitor in the citadel ; and after he (or generally she)had surrendered the keys , what was the use of pretendingthat it was impregnable ? Once people had tasted of Mrs .Struthers’s easy Sunday hospitality they were not likely tosit at home rememb ermg that her champagne was transmuted Shoe-Polish .
“I know , dear , I know,Mrs . A rcher sighed . Such
things have to be,I suppose
,as long as amus ement is
what people go out for ; but I’ve never quite forgiven
your cousin Madame Olenska for being the first personto countenance Mrs . Struthers .
A sudden blush rose to young Mrs . Archer’s face ; it
surprised her husband as much as the other guests about
the table . “Oh, E llen she murmured
,much in the
same accusing and yet deprecating tone in which he r
parents might have said : “Oh, the Blenke rs
It was the note which the family had taken to sound
ing on the mention of the Countess Olenska’s name, since
she had surprised and inconvenienced them by remainingobdurate to 'her husband’s advances ; but on May
’s lips
it gave food for thought,and Archer looked at her with
the sense of strangeness that sometimes came over him
when she was most in the tone of her environment .
His mother,with less than her usual sensitiveness to
atmosphere,still insisted : “I ’ve always thought that p eo
ple like the Countess Olenska, who have lived in aristo
cratic societies,ought to help us to keep up our social
distinctions, instead of ignoring them .
”
May’s blush remained permanently vivid : it seemed
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t o have a significance beyond that implied by the recognition of Madame Olenska’s social b ad faith .
“I ’ve no doubt we all seem alike to foreigners , saidMiss Jackson tartly .
“I don ’t think Ellen cares for society ; but nobodyk nows exactly what she does care for
,
” May continued ,a s i f she had been groping for something noncommittal .
“Ah , well Mrs . Archer sighed again .
Everybody knew that the Countess Olenska was nolonger in the good graces of her family . Even herd evoted champion, old Mrs . Manson Mingott , had beenu nable to defend her refusal to return to her husband .
'
The Mingotts had not proclaimed their disapprovala loud : their sense of solidarity was too strong . Theyhad simply, as Mrs . Welland said ,
“let poor Ellen findher own level — and that
,morti fyingly and incompre
hensib ly , was in the dim depths where the Blenkers prev ailed , and
“people who wrote” celebrated their untidyr ites . It was incredible , but it was a fact , that Ellen , inspite of all her opportunities and her privileges , hadbecome simply “Bohemian .
” The fact enforced the cont ention that she had made a fatal mistake in not returning to Count Olenski . After all , a young woman
’
s placew as under her husband ’s roof , especially when she hadleft it in circumstances that well i f one hadc ared to look into them
“Madame O lenska i s a great favourite with the gentlem en,
” said Miss Sophy,with her air of wishing to put
forth something conciliatory when she knew that she wasplanting a dart .
“Ah
,that ’s the danger that a young woman like
Madame Olenska i s always exposed to ,” Mrs . Archer
mournfully agreed ; and the ladies , on this conclusion ,gathered up their trains to seek the carcel globes o f the
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drawing-room, while Archer and Mr . S ille rton Jacksonwithdrew to the Gothic library.
Once established before the grate,and consoling him
self for the inadequacyv o f the dinner by the perfectionof his cigar, Mr . Jackson became portentous and com
,municab le .
“I f the Beaufort smash comes, he announced,“there
are going to be disclosures .”
Archer raised his head quickly : he could never hearthe name without the sharp vision of Beaufort’s heavyfigure
,Opulently furred and shod
,advancing through the
snow at Skuyte rc liff.“There’ s bound to be
,Mr . Jackson continued
,the
nastiest kind of a cleaning up . He hasn’t spent al l hismoney on Regina .
”
“Oh, well— that’s discounted
,isn’t it ? My belief is
he’ ll pull out yet,” said the young man, wanting to change
the subj ect .“Perhaps— perhaps . I know he was to see some of theinfluential people today. Of course ,
” Mr . Jackson re luc
tantly conceded,“ it’s to be hoped they can tide him over
—this time anyhow . I shouldn’t like to think of poorRegina’s spending the rest of her life in some shabbyforeign watering-place for bankrupts .”
Archer said nothing . It seemed to him so naturalhowever tragic— that money ill -gotten should be crue l lyexpiated
,that his mind
,hardly lingering over Mrs . Beau
fort’s doom,wandered back to closer questions . What
Was the meaning o f May’s blush when the Countess
Olenska had been mentioned ?
Four months had passed since the midsummer day thathe and Madame Olenska had spent together ; and sincethen he had not seen her . He knew that she had re
turned to Washington, to the little house which she and
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walnut-edge'
o f the writing-table . The wells o f the brassdouble-inkstand danced in their sockets .
“What the devil do you mean,sir ?”
Mr. Jackson, shi fting himself slightly in his chair,turned a tranquil gaze on the young man’s burning face .
“Well—I have it on pretty good authority- in fact,o nold Catherine
’s hersel f—that the family reduced Countess Olenska’s allowance considerably when she definitelyr efused to go back to her husband ; and as, by this refusal,she also forfeits the money settled on her when she married—which Olenski was ready to make over to her i fshe returned—why, what the devi l do you mean, my dearb oy, by asking me what I mean ?
” Mr. Jackson goodhumouredly retorted .
Archer moved toward the mantelpiece and bent overto knock his ashes into the grate .
“I don’t know anything o f Madame Olenska’s privatea ff airs but I don’t need to, to be certain that what you
insinuate“Oh
,I don’t : it
’s Lefferts,for one , Mr. Jackson
interposed .
“Lefferts—who made love to her and got snubbed forit l” Archer broke out contemptuously.
“Ah—did he ? ” snapped the other, as if this weree xactly the fact he had been laying a trap for. He stills at sideways from the fire
,so that his hard o ld gaze held
Archer’ s face as i f in a spring of steel .“Well
,well : it’s a pity she didn’t go back before Beau~
fort’s cropper,” he repeated .
“If she goes now,and if
h e fails , it wil l only confirm the general impressionwhich isn’t by any means peculiar to Leff erts
,by the
way.
”
“Oh, she won’t go back now : less than ever ! Archer
had no sooner said it than he had once more the feeling
THE AGE OF INNOCENCE
that it was exactly what Mr . Jackson had been waitingfor.
The old gentleman considered him attentively . That ’syour opinion, eh ? Well, no doubt you know . But everybody will tel l you that the few pennies Medora Mansonhas left are al l in Beaufort’ s hands ; and how the twowomen are to keep their heads above water unless hedoes
,I can’t imagine . Of course
,Madame Olenska may
still soften old Catherine,who ’s been the most inexorably
opposed to her staying ; and o ld Catherine could makeher any allowance she chooses . But we all know that shehates parting with good money ; and the rest of thefamily have no particular interest in keeping MadameOlenska here .”
Archer was burning with unavailing wrath : he wasexactly in the state when a man is sure to do somethingstupid
,knowing all the while that he is doing it .
He saw that Mr. Jackson had been instantly struck bythe fact that Madame Olenska’s differences with hergrandmother and her other relations were not known tohim
,and that the old gentleman had drawn his own con
c lusions as to the reasons for Archer’s exclusion from thefamily councils . This fact warned Archer to go warilybut the insinuations about Beaufort made him reckless.He was mindful
,however
,i f not of his own danger, at
least of the fact that Mr . Jackson was under his mother’
s
roof,and consequently his guest . Old New York sc rupu
lously observed the etiquette of hospitality, and no dis
c ussionwith a guest was ever allowed to degenerate into
a disagreement .“Shall we go up and join my mother ? ” he suggested
curtly,as Mr . Jackson
’s last cone of ashes dropped into
the brass ash-tray at his elbow .
On the drive homeward May remained oddly silent
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through the darkness, he still felt her enveloped in her
menacing blush . What its menace meant he could notguess : but he was sufficiently warned by the fact thatMadame Olenska’s name had evoked it .They went upstairs
,and he turned into the l ibrary.
She usually followed him ; but he heard her passing downthe passage to her bedroom .
“May !” he called out impatiently ; and she came back,with a slight glance of surprise at his tone .
“This lamp is smoking again ; I should think theservants might see that it’s kept properly trimmed, hegrumbled nervously.
“I’m so sorry : it shan ’t happen again, she answered,in the firm bright tone she had learned from her mother ;and it exasperated Archer to feel that she was al readybeginning to humour him
'
like a younger Mr . Welland .
She bent over to lower the wick, and as the light struckup on her white shoulders and the clear curve s o f herface he thought : “How young she is ! For what endlessyears this li fe will have to go on!”
He felt,with a kind of horror
,his own strong youth
and the bounding blood in his veins . “Look here,”he
said suddenly,“I may have to go to Washington for a
few days—soon next week perhaps .Her hand remained on the key of the lamp as she
turned to him slowly. The heat from its flame hadbrought back a glow to her face, but it paled as she
looked up .
“On business ? ” she asked, in a tone which implied thatthere could be no other conceivable reason
,and that she
had put the question automatically,as i f merely to finish
his own sentence .
“On business,naturally. There’s a patent case coming
up before the Supreme Court He gave the name of
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last word o f this mute m essage reached him . She turned
the wick down, li fted o ff the globe, and breathed on the
sulky flame .“They smell less i f one blows them out
,she explained ,
with her bright housekeeping air . On the threshold sheturned and paused for his ki ss .
XXVII
ALL STREET, the next day, had more reassur
ing reports o f Beaufort'
s situation . They werenot definite, but they were hopeful . It was generallyunderstood that he could call on powerful influences incase of emergency, and that he had done so with success ;and that evening, when Mrs . Beaufort appeared at theOpera wearing her old smile and a new emerald neck~
lace, society drew a breath o f relief .New York was inexorable in its condemnation ofbusiness irregularities . So far there had been no e x ception to its tacit rule that those who broke the law o f
probity must pay ; and every one was aware that evenBeaufort and Beaufort ’s wife would be off ered up un
flinchingly to this principle . But to be obliged to off erthem up would be not only painful but inconvenient.The disappearance of the Beauforts would leave a conside rab le void in their compact little circle ; and thosewho were too ignorant or too careless to shudder atthe moral catastrophe bewailed in advance the loss o f
the best ball-room in New York .
Archer had definitely made up his mind to go to!
Washington . He was waiting only for the. opening ofthe law-suit o f which he had spoken to May, so that its .
date might coincide with that of his visit ; but on thefollowing Tuesday he learned from Mr . Le tte rb lair thatthe case might be postponed for several weeks . Neverthe le ss, he went home that afternoon determined in any
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e vent to leave the next evening . The chances were that”
May, who knew nothing of his professional l ife, andhad never shown any interest in it, would not learn o f
the postponement, should it take place, nor rememberthe names of the litigants i f they were mentioned beforeh er ; and at any rate he could no longer put o ff seeingMadame Olenska. There were too many things that hemust say to her.On the Wednesday morning, when he reached his !offic e, Mr. Lette rb lair met him with a troubled face.Beaufort
,after all
,had not managed to “tide over ”; but
by setting afloat the rumour that he had done so he hadreassured his depositors, and heavy payments had pouredinto the bank till the previous evening, when disturbingr eports again began to predominate . In consequence, a.run on the bank had begun, and its doors were likely toclose before the day was over . The ugliest things werebeing said of Beaufort’s dastardly manoeuvre
,and his '
failure promised to be one o f the most discreditable in
the history o f Wall Street .The extent o f the calamity left Mr. Lette rb lair white
and incapacitated .
“I ’ve seen bad things in my time ;but nothing as bad as this . Everybody we know will b ehit
, one way or another. And what will be done aboutMrs . Beaufort ? What can be done about her ? I pityMrs . Manson Mingott as much as anybody : coming at
her age, there’s no knowing what effect this affair may
have on her. She always believed in Beaufort—she,
made a friend o f him ! And there’s the whole Dal las a.
‘
connection : poor Mrs . Beaufort i s related to every one
o f you . Her only chance would be to leave her husband- yet how can any one tell her so ? Her duty is at hiss ide ; and Iuckily she seems always to have been blind tohis private weaknesses .
”
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drawn shut, and the heavy yellow damask portieresdropped over them ; and here Mrs . Welland communicated to him in horrified undertones the details of thecatastrophe . It appeared that the evening before something d readful and mysterious had happened . At abouteight o’clock, just after Mrs . Mingott had finished thegame of solitaire that she always played after dinner
, the
door-bell had rung, and a lady so thickly veiled that theservants did not immediately re cognise her had asked tobe received .
The butler, hearing a familiar voice, had thrown openthe sitting-room doo r, announcing :
“Mrs . Julius Beaufort” —and had then closed it again on the two ladies .They must have been together
,he thought
,about an hour.
When Mrs . Mingott’
s bell rang Mrs . Beaufort had al
ready slipped away unseen,and the old lady, white and
vast and terrible,sat alone in her great chair
,and signed
to the -butler to help her into her room . She seemed, atthat time, though obviously distressed, in complete control o f her body and brain . The mulatto maid put her
to bed, brought her a cup o f tea as usual , laid everythingstraight in the room
,and went away ; but at three in the
morning the bell rang again,and the two servants, hasten
ing in at this unwonted summons ( for old Catherineusually slept like a baby), had found their mistress sitting up against her pillows with a crooked smile on he rface and one little hand hanging limp from its huge arm .
The stroke had clearly been a slight one , for she wasable to articulate and to make her wishes known ; andsoon after the doctor’s first visit she had begun to regaincontrol o f her facial muscles . But the alarm had beengreat ; and proportionately great was the indignation
“
when it was gathered from Mrs . Mingott’
s fragmentary
phrases that Regina Beaufort had come to ask her
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incredible e ff ronte ry l—to back up her husband, see themthrough—not to “
desert” them, as she cal led it—in factto induce the whole family to cover and condone theirmonstrous dishonour .
“I said to her : ‘Honour’ s always been honour
,and
honesty honesty, in Manson Mingott’
s house,and . will be
till I’
m carried out o f it feet first,
’ the old woman hadstammered into her daughter’s ear
,in the thick voice o f
the partly paralysed .
“And when she said : ‘But myname, Auntie—my name
’s Regina Dallas,’ I said : ‘It
was Beaufort when he covered you with j ewels,and it’s
got to stay Beaufort now that he’s covered you withshame . ’
So much , with tears and gasps o f horror,‘Mrs . Welland
imparted, blanched and demolished by the unwontedobligation o f having at last to fix her eyes on the um
pleasant and the discreditable . “I f only I could keep itfrom your father-in-law : he always says : ‘Augusta
,for
pity’s sake, don’t destroy my last i llusions’—and how am
I to prevent his knowing these horrors ?” the poor ladywailed .
“After al l, Mamma, he won’t have s e en them ,
herdaughter suggested ; and Mrs . Welland sighed :
“Ah,no ;
thank heaven he’s safe in bed . And Dr. Bencomb haspromised to keep him there ti ll poor Mamma is better,and Regina has been got away somewhere .”
Archer had seated himself near the window and wasgazing out blank ly at the deserted thoroughfare. It wasevident that he had been summoned rather for the moralsupport of the stricken ladies than because o f any spec ific aid that he could render. Mr. Lovell Mingott hadbeen telegraphed for
,and messages were being despatched
by hand to the membe rs o f the family living in N ewYork ; and meanwhile there was nothing to do but to
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discuss in hushed tones the consequences of Beaufort’sdishonour and of his wife’ s unjustifiable action .
Mrs . Lovel l Mingott, who had been in another roomwriting notes
,presently reappeared
,and added her voice
to the discussion . In the ir day, the elder ladies agreed,the wife o f a man who had done anything disgracefulin business had only one idea : to efface hersel f, to disappear with him .
“There was the case o f poor Grandmamma Spicer ; your great-grandmother, May. Ofcourse
,
” Mrs . Welland hastened to add, your greatgrandfather’ s money difficulties were private —losses atcards, or signing a note for somebody—I never quiteknew
,because Mamma would never speak o f it . But
she was brought up in the country because her mother
had to leave New Yorlf after the disgrace,whatever it
was : they l ived up the Hudson alone, winter and summer,til l Mamma was sixteen . It would never have occurredto Grandmamma Spicer to ask the family to ‘countenance’
her,as I understand Regina calls it ; though a private
disgrace is nothing compared to the scandal o f ruininghundreds of innocent people .
“Yes,it would be more becoming in Regina to hide
her own countenance than to talk about other people’s ,”
Mrs Lovell Mingott agreed .
“I understand that theemerald necklace she wore at the Opera last Friday hadbeen sent on approval from Ball and Black’s in the afternoon . I wonder i f they’ ll ever get it back ?”
Archer listened unmoved to the relentless chorus . Theidea o f absolute financial probity as the first law of agentleman ’s code was too deeply ingrained in him for
sentimental considerations to weaken it . An adventurer
like Lemuel Struthers might build up the millions of hisShoe Polish on any number of shady dealings ; but nu
b lemished honesty was the nob le sse oblige o f old finan
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“Well,it can’t go at once . Jasper and the pantry-boy
are both out with notes and telegrams .”
May turned to he r husband with a smile . But here’sNewland, ready to do anything. Will you take the telegram, Newland ? There
’l l be just time before luncheon .
”
Archer rose with a murmur o f readiness, and she seatedhersel f at old Catherine ’s rosewood “Bonheur du Jour,and wrote out the message in her large immature hand .
When it was written she blotted it neatly and handed itto Archer.
“What a pity,she said
,that you and Ellen w i ll cross
e ach other on the way —Newland,” she added
,turning
to her mother and aunt,“i s obliged to go to Washington
about a patent law-suit that i s coming up before theSupreme Court . I suppose Uncle Lovell will be backby tomorrow night, and with Granny improving so muchit doesn’t seem right to ask Newland to give up an
important engagement for the firm—does it ?”
She paused, as if for an answer, and Mrs . Wellandhastily declared : Oh
,o f course not, darling. Your
Granny would be the last person tow ish it .” As Archerleft the room with the telegram, he heard his motherin-law add
,presumably to Mrs . Lovel l Mingott :
“But
why on earth she should make you telegraph for EllenOlenska and May’s clear voice rejo in : “Perhaps it’sto urge on her again that after all her duty is with her
husband .
”
The oute r door closed onArcher and he walked hasti lyaway toward the telegraph oflic e .
XXVIII
IJ -ol—howj er spell it , anyhow ?” asked the tart
young lady to whom Archer had pushed his wife’stelegram across the brass ledge of the Western UnionOflic e .
“Olenska—O-len-ska he repeated
,drawing bac k the
message in order to pr1nt out the foreign syllables aboveMay’s rambling script .
“It’s an unlikely name for a New York telegraphoffice ; at least in this quarter ,
” an unexpected voiceObserved ; and turning around Archer saw LawrenceLeff erts at his elbow
,pulling an imperturbable moustache
and affecting not to glance at the message.Hal lo, Newland : thought I
’d catch you here . I ’vejust heard of o ld Mrs . Mingott
’
s stroke ; and as I wason my way to the house I saw you turning down thi sstreet and nipped after you . I suppose you
’ve come fromthere ? ”
A rcher nodded , and pushed his telegram under thelattice .
“Very bad,eh ? ” Leff erts continued . Wiring to the
family,I suppose . I gather it is bad , i f you
’
re includingCountess Olenska.
Archer ’s lips stiff ened f he felt a savage impulse todash his fist into the long vain handsome face at hi s
side .
“Why ? ” he questioned .
Le ff erts , who was known to shrink from discus sion,
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raised his eye-brows with an ironic grimace that warnedthe other of the watching damsel behind the lattice.Nothing could be worse form” the look remindedArcher
,than any display o f temper in a public place .
Archer had never been more indiff erent to the requirements of form ; but his impulse to do Lawrence Leff ertsa physical injury was only momentary . The idea o f
bandying Ellen Olenska’s name with him at such a time,and on whatsoever provocation
,was unthinkable . H e
paid for his telegram,and the two young men went out
together into the street . There Archer,having regained
his self-control, went on:“Mrs . Mingott i s much better :
the doctor feels no anxiety whatever” ; and Lefferts, .
with profuse expressions o f relief, asked him if he hadheard that there were b eastly bad rumours aga in aboutBeaufort.
That afternoon the announcement of the Beaufortfailure was in all the pape rs . It overshadowed the reporto f Mrs . Manson Mingott
’
s stroke,and only the few who
had heard of the mysterious connection between the twoevents thought of ascribing old Catherine’s illness toanything but the accumulation of flesh and years .The whole o f New York was darkened by the tale
o f Beaufort ’s!
dishonour . There had never,as Mr.
Lette rb lair said,been a worse case in his memory, nor,
for that matter,in the memory of the far-o ff Le tte rb lair
who had given his name to the firm . The bank had continued to take in money for a whole day after its failure :
was inevitable ; and as many of its clients belonged toone or another o f the ruling clans, Beaufort
’s duplicityseemed doubly cynical . If Mrs . Beaufort had not takenthe tone that such misfortunes (the word was her own)were “the test o f friendship ,
” compassion for her might
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ing what are they to expect ?” she enquired ; and, the doc
tor having opportunely modified her dietary,the stroke
was transformed into an attack of indigestion . But inspite o f her firm tone o ld Catherine did not wholly re
cover her former attitude toward l ife. The growing remotene ss Of o ld age, though it had not diminished hercuriosity about her neighbours
,had blunted her never
very lively compassion for their troubles ; and she seemedto have no difficulty in putting the Beaufort disaster outo f her mind . But for the first time she became absorbedin her own symptoms
,and began to take a sentimental in
te re st in certain members o f her family to whom she hadhitherto been contemptuously indiff erent .Mr . Welland, in particular, had the privilege o f at
tracting her notice . Of her sons-in-law he was the oneshe had ‘ most consistently ignored ; and all his wi fe
’sefforts to represent him as a man o f forceful characterand marked intellectual ability ( i f he had only
“chosen
”
)l
had been met with a derisive chuckle . But his eminenceas a valetudinarian now made him an Obj ec t o f engrossing interest
,and Mrs . Mingott issued an imperial sum
mons to him to come and compare diets as soon as histemperature permitted ; for old Catherine was now thefirst to recognise that one could not be too careful abouttemperatures .
Twenty-four hours a fter Madame Olenska’s summonsa telegram announced that she would arrive from Washingtonon the evening of the following day. At the Wellands’
,where the Newland Archers chanced to be lunch
ing, the question as to who should meet her at JerseyCity was immediately raised ; and the material difficulties amid which the Welland household struggled as i f
it had been a frontier outpost, lent animation to the de
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b ate . It was agreed that Mrs . Welland could not poss ib ly go to Jersey City because she was to accompanyher husband to old Catherine’s that afternoon
,and the
brougham could not be spared,since
,i f Mr. Welland
w ere “upset” by seeing his mother-in-law for the firstt ime after her attack
,he might have to be taken home at
a moment’s notice . The Welland sons would of coursebe “down town
,
” Mr. Lovel l Mingott would be just hurt ying back from his shooting
,and the Mingott carriage
e ngaged in meeting him ; and one could not ask May,at the close o f a winter afternoon
,to go alone across the
ferry to Jersey City,even in her own carriage . Never
the le ss, it might appear inhospitable—and contrary to o ldCatherine’s express wishes—if Madame Olenska wereallowed to arrive without any o f the family being at thestation to receive her. It was just like Ellen , Mrs . We l
land’s tired voice implied , to place the family in such a di
lemma .
“It’s always one thing after another,” the poor
lady grieved,in one o f her rare revolts against fate ;
“the
only thing that makes me think ‘Mamma must be lesswel l than Dr. Benc omb will admit is this morbid desireto have Ellen come at once, however inconvenient it i s tomeet her.”
The words had been thoughtless, as the utterances o fimpatience often are ; and Mr. Welland was Upon themw ith a pounce .
“Augusta,
” he said,turning pale and laying down his
fork,
“have you any other reason for thinking that Benc omb is less to be relied on than he was ? Have you noticed that he has been less conscientious than usual in following Up my case or your mother
’s ?”
It was Mrs . Welland’s turn to grow pale as the endless
c onsequences o f her blunder unrolled thems elves before
he r ; but she managed to laugh , and take a second helping
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o f scalloped oysters, before she said, struggling back intoher old armour o f cheerfulness : My dear
,how could
you imagine such a thing ? I only meant that, afte r thedecided stand Mamma too k about its being Ellen’s dutyto go back to her husband , it seems strange that she shouldbe seized with this sudden whim to see her, when thereare hal f a dozen other grandchildren that she might havea sked for. But we must never fo rget that Mamma, inspite of her wonderful vitality
,i s a very o ld woman .
”
Mr . Welland’s brow remained clouded, and it was evident that hi s perturbed imagination had fastened at onceon this last remark .
“Yes : your mother’s a very o ld
w oman ; and for al l we know Bencomb may not be assuccessful with very Old people. As you say
,my dear,
it’
s always one thing after another ; and in another teno r fifteen years I suppose I shall have the pleasing dutyof looking about for a new doc tor. It’s always better tomake such a change before it’s absolutely necessary.
”
And having arrived at this Spartan decision Mr. Wellandfi rmly took up his fork .
“But all the while,
” Mrs . Welland began again, as sherose from the luncheon-table, and led the way into thewilderness o f purple satin and malachite known as theb ack drawing-room,
“I don’ t see how Ellen’
s to be goth ere tomorrow evening ; and I do like to have things settled for at least twenty-four hours ahead .
Archer turned from the fascinated contemplation of asmall painting representing two Cardinals carousing, inan octagonal ebony frame set with medallions o f onyx . 1
“Shall I fetch her ?” he proposed .
“I can easily getaway from the office in time to meet the brougham at theferry
,if May will send it there.” His heart was beating
e x cjtedly as he spoke .Mrs . Welland heaved a sigh o f gratitude, and May,
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“I ’m not going till later on: luckily for the convenience
o f your family,” he continued
,taking base refuge in sar
c asm . As he spoke he felt that she was looking at him,
and he turned his eyes to hers in order not to appear tobe avoiding them . Their glances met for a second, andperhaps let them into each other’s meanings more deeplythan either cared to go .
“Yes ; it is awfully convenient, May brightly agreed,that you should be able to meet Ellen after all ; you sawhow much Mamma appreciated your offering to do it.”
“Oh,I ’m delighted to do it .” The carriage stopped, and
as he jumped out she leaned to him and laid her hand onhis . Good-bye, dearest,
” she said, her eyes so blue that‘h e wondered afterward if th ey had shone on him
through tears .He turned away and hurried across Union Square
,t e
p eating to himself, in a sort o f inward chant :“It’s all
o f two hours from Jersey City to old Catherine’s . It’
s
a ll o f two hours—and itmay b e more .”
XXIX
HIS wife’s dark blue brougham (with the weddingvarnish still on it) met Archer at the ferry, and
conveyed him luxuriously to the Pennsylvania terminus inJersey City .
It was a sombre snowy afternoon,and the gas- lamps
were lit in the big reverberating station . As he pac ed theplatform , waiting for the Washington express , he re
membered that there were people who thought therewould one day be a tunnel under the Hudson throughwhich the trains of the Pennsylvania rai lway would runstraight into New York . They were of the brotherhoodo f visionaries who likewise predicted the building of shipsthat would cross the Atlantic in five days , the inventiono f a flying machine
,lighting by electricity, telephonic
communication without wires,and other Arabian Night
marvels .“I don’t care which of their visions comes true, Archer
mused,
“as long as the tunnel isn’t built yet .” In hi ssenseless school-boy happiness he pictured Madame Olenska’s descent from the train
,his discovery of her a long
way o ff , among the throngs of meaningless faces , herclinging to his arm as he guided her to the carriage , thei rslow approach to the wharf among slipping horses , ladencarts
,voci ferating teamsters
,and then the startling quiet
O f the ferry-boat,where they would sit side by side un
der the snow,in the motionless carriage , while the earth
seemed to glide away under them, rolling to the other
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s ide o f the sun . It was incredible,the number o f things
he had to say to her, and in what eloquent order theywere forming themselves on his l ipsThe clanging and groaning o f the train came nearer,
and i t staggered slowly into the station like a prey-laden '
monster into its lair. Archer pushed forward,elbowing
through the crowd,and staring blindly into window after
w indow o f the high-hung carriages . And then, suddenly,h e saw Madame Olenska’s pale and surprised face close
at hand,and had again the mortified sensation of having
forgottenwhat she looked like .
They reached each other,their hands met
, and he drewher arm through his . “This way—I have the carriage
,
”
he said .
After that it all happened as he had dreamed . Hehelped her into the brougham with her bags
,and had
afterward the vague recollection of having properly re
assured her about her grandmothe f and given her a
summary o f the Beaufort situation (he was struck bythe so ftness o f her : “Poo r Regina Meanwhile the
c arriage had worked its way out o f the coil about the
station, and they were crawling down the slippery inc line to the wharf
,menaced by swaying coal-carts, b e
wildered horses,dishevelled express-wagons , and an
empty hearse—ah, that hearse ! She shut he r eyes as it
passed , and clutched at Archer’s hand .
“I f only it doesn’t mean—poor Granny !”
Oh, no, no— she’s much better— she’s all right, really.
There—we’ve passed it !” he exclaimed,as i f that made
al l the diff erence . Her hand remained in his , and as
the carriage lurched across the gang-plank onto the ferryhe bent over
,unbuttoned her tight brown glove, and
kisse d her palm as if he had kissed a relic. She disen
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p losively : Your husband’s secretary came to see me the
day after we met in Boston .
”
In his brief letter to her he had made no allusion to M .
Riviere’s visit, and his intention had been to bury theincident in his bosom . But her reminder that they werein his wife’s carriage provoked him to an impulse o f re
taliation . He would see i f she liked his reference toRiviere any better than he liked hers to May ! As onc ertain other oc casions when he had expected to shakeher out o f her usual composure, she betrayed no sign o f
surprise : and at once he concluded : “He writes to her,then .
”
“M . Riv1ere went to se e you
Yes : didn’t you know ?”
N she answered simply.
“And you’re not surprised ?”
She hesitated. Why should I be ? He told me inBoston that he knew you; that he
’
d met you in England
I think .
“Ellen—I must ask you one thing.
Yes .”“ I wanted to ask it after I saw him, but I couldn
’t put
it in a letter. It was Riviere who helped you to get away—when you left your husband ? ”His heart was beating suff ocatingly. Would she meetthis question with the same composure ?
“Yes : I owe him a great debt,”she answered, without
the least tremor in he r quiet voice .Her tone was so natural, so almost indifferent, that
Archer’s turmoil subsided . Once more she had managed,by her sheer simplicity
,to make him feel stupidly c on
ventional just when he thought he was flinging convention
to’
the winds .
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I think you’re the most honest woman I ever met !he exclaimed .
“Oh, no —but probably one o f the least fussy, she
answere d , a smile in her voice.“Call it what you like : you look at things as they are .Ah— I ’ve had to . I ’ve had to look at the Gorgon .
”
Well— it hasn’t blinded you ! You’ve seen that she’s
just an old bogey like all the others .”
“She doesn ’t blind one ; but she dries up one’s tears .
The answer checked the pleading onArcher’s lips : itseemed to come from depths o f experience beyond hisreach . The slow advance o f the ferry-boat had ceased
,
and her bows bumped against the piles o f the slip witha violence that made the brougham stagger
,and flung
Archer and Madame Olenska against each other. The
young man,trembling
,felt the pressure o f her shoulder,
and passed his arm about her.“I f you’re not blind, then, you must see that this can
’t
What can’tOur being together—and not together.N0. You ought not to have come today, she said in
an altered voice ; and suddenly she turned, flung her armsabout him and pressed her lips to his . At the same moment the carriage began to move, and a gas-lamp at thehead of the slip flashed its light into the window . She
drew away, and they sat silent and motionless while thebrougham struggled through the congestion o f carriagesabout the ferry- landing. As they gained the streetArcher began to speak ht
'
irriedly.
“Don ’t be afraid o f me : you needn ’t squeeze yoursel fback into your corner like that . A stolen ki ss isn
’
t whatI want . Look : I ’m not even trying to touch the sleeveo f your jacket. Don’t suppose that I don
’
t understand
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your reasons for not wanting to let this feeling betweenus dwindle into an ordinary hole-and-corner love-affair.I couldn ’t have spoken like this yesterday
,because when
we’ve be en apart, and I’m looking forward to seeing you ,
every thought is burnt up in a great flame . But then youcome and you’re so much more than I remembered
, and
what I want of you is so much more than an hour or twoevery now and then
,with wastes o f thirsty waiting b e
tween,that I can sit perfectly still beside you
,l ike this,
with that other vision in my mind,just quietly trusting
to it to come true .”
For a moment she made no reply ; then she asked,hardly above a whisper : “What do you mean by trustingto it to come true ?”
“Why—you know it will, don’t you
“Your vision of you and me together ?” She burstinto a sudden hard laugh . You choose your place wellto put it to me !”
“Do you mean because we’re in my wife’s brougham ?
Shall we get out and walk, then ? I don’t suppose you
mind a little snow ?”
She—
laughed again, more gently. No ; I shan’t get out
and walk,because my business is to get to Granny’s as
quickly as I can . And you’ ll sit beside me, and we’l l look
,
not at visions, but at real ities .”
“I don’t know what you mean by realities . The onlyreality to me is this .”
She met the words with a long silence, during whichthe carriage rolled down an obscure side-street and thenturned into the searching illumination of Fifth Avenue .
“Is it your idea,then, that I should live with you as
your mistress—since I can’t be your Wi fe she asked .
The crudeness o f the question startled him : the wordwas one that women o f his class fought shy of, even when
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For us ? But there’s no as in that sense ! We’re neare ach other only if we stay far from each other. Then wec anbe ourselves . Otherwise we’re only Newland Archer
,
the husband o f Ellen Olenska’s cousin, and Ellen Olenska, the cousin o f N ewland Archer’ s wife
,trying to b e
happy behind the backs o f the people who trust them .
”
“Ah , I
’m beyond tha he groaned .
No , you’re not ! You’ve never been beyond . And I
have,” she said, in a strange voice,
“and I know what it:looks l ike there .”
He sat silent , dazed with inarticulate pain . Then hegroped in the darkness o f the carriage for the little hellthat signalled orders to the coachman . He rememberedthat May rang twice when she wished to stop . He
pressed the bell, and the carriage drew up be side thecurbstone.
“Why are we stopping ? This is not Granny’s,” Ma
dame Olenska exclaimed .
“No : I shall get out here, he stammered, Opening thedoor and jumping to the pavement. By the light o f astre et-lamp he saw her startled face, and the instinctivemotion she made to detain him . H e closed the door, andleaned for a moment in the window .
“You’re right : I ought not to have come today, he
said, lowering his voice so that the coachman should nothear. She bent forward, and seem ed about to speak ; buthe had already called out the order to drive on, and thecarriage rolled away while he stood on the corner. The
snow was over, and a tingling wind had sprung up , thatlashed his face as he stood gazing. Suddenly he feltsomething stiff and cold on his lashes, and perceived thath e had been crying, and that the wind had frozen his tears.. H e thrust his hands in his pockets
,and walked at a
sharp pace down Fifth Avenue to his own house.
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HAT evening when Archer came down before dinner he found the drawing-room empty.
He and May were dining alone,all the family engage
ments having been postponed since Mrs . Manson Mingott
’
s illness ; and as May was the more punctual of thetwo he was surprised that she had not preceded him . Heknew that she was at home , for while he dressed he hadheard her moving about in her room ; and he wonderedwhat had delayed her .He had fallen into the way of dwelling on such con
j ec tures as a means of ty ing his thoughts fas t to reality.
Sometimes he felt as i f he had found the clue to hisfather-in-law’s absorption in trifle s ; perhaps even Mr .W elland , long ago, had had escapes and visions , and hadconjured up all the hosts of domesticity to defend hims el f against them .
Wh en May appeared he thought she looked tired . Shehad put on the low-necked and tightly-laced dinner-dresswhich the Mingott ceremonial exacted on the most in
formal occasions,and had built her fair hair into its usual
accumulated coils ; and her face , in contrast , was wan andalmost faded . But she shone on him with her usual tenderness
,and her eyes had kept the blue dazzle of the day
before .“What became of you
,dear ? ” she asked . I was wait
ing at Granny’s
,and Ellen came alone, and said she had
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dropped you on the way because you had to rush off onbusiness . There’s nothing wrong ? ”
“Only some letters I ’d forgotten, and wanted to ge to ff before dinner.”
Ah she sa1d ; and a moment afterward :“I ’m sorry
you didn’t come to Granny’s—unless the letters wereurgent .
“They were, he rejoined, surprised at her insistence .Besides
,I don ’t see why I should have gone to your
grandmother’s . I didn’t know you were there .”
She turned and moved to the looking-glass above themantel-piece . As she stood there, li fting her long arm to
fasten a puff that had sl ipped from its place in her intricate hair, Archer was struck by something languid
'
and
inelastic in her attitude , and wondered i f the deadlymonotony o f their lives had laid its weight on her also .
Then he remembered that,as he had left the house that
morning, she had called over the stairs that she wouldmeet him at her grandmother’s so that they might drivehome together. He had called back a cheery
“Yes !”
and then,absorbed in other visions
,had forgotten his .
promise . Now he was smitten with compunction, yetirritated that so trifling an omission should be storedup against him after nearly two years of marriage . He
was weary o f l iving in a perpetual tepid honeymoon ,without the temperature of passion yet with all its e x act ions . If May had spoken out her grievances (he sus
p e cted he r of many) he might have laughed them away ;but she was trained to conceal imaginary wounds under aSpartan smile .
To disguise his own annoyance he asked how hergrandmother was
,and she answered that Mrs . Mingott
was stil l improving, but had been rather disturb ed by thelast news about the Beauforts .
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s lowly and labo riously stabbing the canvas . As she satthus
,the lamplight full on her clear brow
,he said to
h ims elf with a secret dismay that he would always knowthe thoughts behind it, that never, in all the years to come,w ould she surpri se him by an unexpected mood
,by a new
idea, a weaknes s, a cruelty or an emotion. She had spenth er poe try and romanc e on their short courting : thef unction was exhausted because the need was past. Nowshe was simply ripen ing into a copy of her mother, andm ysteriously, by the very process , trying to turn him intoa Mr . Welland. He laid down his book and stood up im
p atiently ; and at once she raised her head.“What ’s the matter ? ”“The room is stifling : I want a little air.He had insisted that the library curtains should draw
b ackward and forward on a rod, so that they might b e
c losed in the evening, ins tead o f remaining nailed to a
gilt cornice, and immovably looped up over layers o f lace,as in the drawing-room ; and he pull ed them back and
p ushed up the sash, leaning out into the i cy night. Them ere fact o f not looking at May, seated beside his table,u nder hi s lamp, the fact o f se eing other houses , roofs ,c himneys, o f getting the sens e of other lives outs ide hisown, other citi es beyond New York, and a whole worldbeyond his world, cl eared his brain and made it easier tobreathe.After he had leaned out into the darkness for a fewminute s he heard her say :
“Newland !Do shut the window . You ’ll catch your death. ”
He pul led the sash down and turned back. Catch mydeath !” he echoed ; and he felt like adding :
“But I’vecaught it already. I am dead—I ’ve been dead for months
And suddenly the play o f the word fiashed llp é szild
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suggestion . What i f it were she who was dead ! If shewere going to dick —to die soon—and leave him free ! Thesensation of standing there, in that warm familiar room ,
and looking at her , and wishing her dead was so strange,so fascinating and overmastering
,that 1ts enormity did
not immediately strike him . He simply felt that chancehad given him a new possibility to which his sick soulmight cling . Yes , May might die —people did : youngpeople
,healthy people like herself : she might die , and
set him suddenly free .She glanced up, and he saw by her widening eyes thatthere must be something strange in his own.
“Newland ! Are you illHe shook his head and turned toward his arm—chair .She bent over her work-frame , and as he passed he laidhi s hand on her hair . “Poor May he said .
“Poor ? Why poor ?” she echoed with a strained
laugh .
“Because I shall never b e able to open a window with
out worrying you , he rejoined , laughing also .
For a moment she was silent ; then she said very low,
her head bowed over her work :“I shall never worry i f
you ’re happy .
”
“Ah,my dear ; and I shall never be happy unless I can
open the windows !”
“In this weather she remons trated ; and with a sigh
he buried his head in hi s book .
would not be mentioned in his presence by any memberof the family
.He did not try to see her ; to do so while
she was at old Catherine’s guarded bedside would have
been almost impossible . In the uncertainty o f the situa~
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tion he let himself drift, conscious, somewhere below the
surface o f his thoughts, o f a resolve which had come tohim when he had leaned out from his library window intothe icy night . The strength o f that reso lve made it easy
to wait and make no sign .
Then one day May told him that Mrs . “Manson Mingott
had asked to see him . There was nothing surprising inthe request
,for the old lady was steadily recovering, and
she had always openly declared that she preferred Archerto any of her other grandsons-in- law . May gave them essage with evident pleasure : she was proud o f old
Catherine’s appreciation o f her husband .
There was a moment’s pause, and then Archer felt itincumbent on him to say : “All right . Shall we go to
gether this afternoonHis wife’s face brightened
,but she instantly answered
Oh,you’d much better go alone . It bores Granny to see
the same people too often .
”
Archer ’s heart was beating vio lently when he rang o ldMrs . Mingott
’
s bell . He had wanted above all things togo alone, for he felt sure the visit would give him the
c hance of saying a word in private to the Countess Olen~
ska. He had determined to wait till the chance presenteditsel f naturally ; and here it was , and here he was onthedoorstep . Behind the door, behind the curtains o f theyellow damask room next to the hall
,she was surely
awaiting him ; in another moment he should see her, andbe able to speak to her before she led him to the sickroom .
He wanted only to put one question : after that hisc ourse would be clear. What he wished to ask was simply the date o f her return to Washington; and that quest ion she could hardly refuse to answer.But in the yellow sitting-room it was the mulatto maid.
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twinkling at him maliciously ; and before he could answershe added : “Was she so awfully handsome the day youdrove her up from the ferry ?”
He laughed, and she continued : Was it because youtold her so that she had to put you out on the way ? Inmy youth young men didn’t desert pretty women unlessthey were made to !” She gave another chuckle
,and in
te rrupted it to say almost querulously :“It’s a pity she
didn’t marry you ; I always told her so . It would havespared me all this worry. But who ever thought o f spar
ing their grandmother worry ?”
Archer wondered i f her illness had blurred her faculties ; but
‘
suddenly she broke out :“Well
,it’s settled
,any
how : she’ s going to stay with me, whatever the rest o f
the family say ! She hadn’t been here five minutes b e
fore I ’d have gone down on my knees to keep her—ifonly
,for the last twenty years, I
’d been able to see wherethe floor was!”
Archer listened in silence,and she went on: They’d
talked me over, as no doubt you know : persuaded me,
Lovell, and Le tte rb lair, and Augusta Welland, and all therest of them, that I must hold out and cut o ff her allowance, til l she was made to see that it was her duty to gob ack to Olenski . They thought they’d convinced mewhen the secretary
,or whatever he was, came out with
the last proposals : handsome proposals I confess theyw ere . After all
,marriage is marriage, and money
’s 1
m oney—both useful things in their way and I
didn’ t know what to answer She broke off and drewa long breath
,as i f speaking had become an effort. But
the minute I laid eyes on her, I said :‘You sweet bird,
you ! Shut you up in that cage again ? Never Andnow it’s settled that she’s to stay here and nurse herG ranny as long as there’s a Granny to nurse . It
’s not a
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gay prospect, but she doesn’t mind ; and o f course I’ve
told Le tterb lair that she’s to be given her prope r allowance.
The young man heard her with veins aglow ; but inhis confusion o f mind he hardly knew whether her newsbrought joy or pain . He had so definitely decided on
the course he meant to pursue that for the moment hecould not readjust his thoughts . But gradually therestole over him the de l1cious sense of difficulties deferredand Opportunities miracu lously provided . I f Ellen hadconsented to come and live with her grandmother it mustsurely be because she had recognised the impossibilityo f giving him up . This was her answer to his final appeal o f the other day : i f she would not take the extreme step he had urged
,she had at last yielded to
hal f-measures . He sank back into the thought with theinvoluntary relief o f a man who has been ready to riskeverything
,and suddenly tastes the dangerous sweetness
o f security.
“She couldn ’t have gone back—it was impossible ! he
ex claimed .
“Ah,my dear, I always knew you were on her side
and that’s why I sent for you today, and why I said toyour pretty wi fe
,when she proposed to come with you :
‘
No , my dear, I’m pining to see Newland, and I don
’twant anybody to share our transports . ’ For you see,my dear she drew her head back as far as its tetheringchins permitted, and looked him full in the eyes—“
you
see,we shall have a fight yet. The family don ’t want her
here,and they’ ll say it’s because I ’ve been ill , because
I ’m a weak old woman , that she’s persuaded me. I ’m
not well enough yet to fight them one by one , and you’ve
got to do it for me .”
I ? ”he stammered .
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“You . Why not ? ” she j erked back at him,her round
eyes suddenly as sharp as pen-knives . Her hand flutte red from its chair-arm and lit on his with a clutch ofl ittle pale nails like bird-claws . “Why not ?” she searchine repeated .
Archer, under the exposure of her gaze, had recoveredhis self-possession .
“Oh, I don’t count—I ’m too insignificant .
Well , you’re Le tte rb lair’s partner
,ain ’t you ? You’ve
got to get at them through Lette rb lair . Unless you’ve
got a reason, she insisted .
Oh,my dear
,I back you to hold your own against
them all without my help ; but you shal l have it i f you
need it, he reassured her.“Then we’re safe she sighed ; and smiling on himwith all her ancient cunnihg she added , as
"
she settled herhead among the cushions : I always knew you’d back usup , because they never quote you when they talk aboutits being her duty to go home .He winced a little at her terr i fying perspicacity
,and
longed to ask : “And May—do they quote her ? ” But b ejudged i t safer to turn the question.
“And Madam e Olenska ? When am I to see her ? ”
he said .
The old lady chuckled,crumpled her lids
,and went
through the pantomime of archness .“Not today. One
at a time, please . Madame Olenska’
s gone out.”
He flushed with disappo intment, and she went onShe’s gone out, my child : gone in my carriage to seeRegina Beaufort .”
She paused for this announcement to produce its e f
f e ct. “That’s what she’ s reduced me to already. The dayafter she got here she put on her bes t bonnet, and to ldme , as coo l as a cucumber, that she was going to call on
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XXXI
RCHER had bee n stunned by o ld Catherine’s news.It was only natural that Madame Olenska should
have hastened from Washington in response to he r
grandmother’s summons ; but that she should have decided to remain under her roo f—especially now that Mrs .'Mingott had almost regained her health—was less easyto explain .
Archer was sure that Madame Olenska’s decision hadnot been influenced by the change in her financial situation . He knew the exact figure of the small incomewhich her husband had allowed her at their separation .
Without the addition o f her grandmother’s allowance itwas hardly enough to live on
,in any sense known to the
Mingott vocabulary ; and now that Medora Manson , whoshared her li fe
,had been ruined
,such a pittance would
barely keep the two women clothed and fed . Yet Archerwas convinced that Madame Olenska had not acceptedher grandmother’ s off er from interested motives .She had the heedless generosity and the spasmodicextravagance o f persons used to large fortunes, and indifferent to money ; but she could go without many thingswhich her relations considered indispensable
,and Mrs .
Lovell Mingott and‘Mrs . Welland had often been heard
to deplore that any one who had enjoyed the cosmopolitan luxuries of Count Olenski’s establishments shouldcare so l ittle about “how things were done.” Moreover,a s oA rche r knew . several months had passed since her
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allowance had been cut o ff ; yet in the interval she hadmade no effort to regain her grandmother’s favour.The refore i f she had changed her course it must be for ad ifferent reason .
He did not have far to seek for that reason . On theway from the ferry she had told him that he and shemust remain apart ; but she had said it with her head onhis breast . He knew that there was no calculated co
quetry in her words ; she was fighting her fate as he hadfought his , and clinging desperately to her resolve thatthey should not break faith with the people who trustedthem . But during the ten days which had elapsed sinceher return to New York she had perhaps guessed fromhis silence, and from the fact o f his making no attemptto see her, that he was meditating a decisive step, a stepfrom which there was no turning back . At the thought , asudden fear o f her ownweakness might have seized her,and she might have felt that, after all , it was better to accept the compromise usual in such cases , and follow theline o f least resistance.An hour earlier
,when he had rung Mrs . Mingott
’
s bell ,Archer had fancied that his path was clear before him.
He had meant to have a wo rd alone with Madame Olen
ska, and fai ling that, to learn from her grandmother on
what day, and by which train, she was returning to Wash
ington. In that train he intended to join her, and travelwith her to Washington, or as much farther as she was
willing to go. His own fancy inclined to Japan . At any
rate she would understand at once that, wherever shewent
,he was going . He meant to leave a note for May
that should cut o ff any other alternative .He had fancied himself not only nerved for thi s plunge
but eager to take it ; yet hi s first feeling on hearing that
the course o f events was changed had beenone o f re l ief.
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N ow, however, as he walked home from Mrs .‘Mingott
’
s,
he was conscious of a growing distaste for what lay b e !
fore him . There was nothing unknown or unfamiliar inthe path he was presumably to tread ; but when he hadtrodden it before it was as a free man
,who was account
able to no one for his actions, and could lend himsel f withan amused detachm ent to the game of precautions andprevarications
,concealments and compliances
,that the
part required . This procedure was called “protecting a
woman’ s honour” ; and the best fiction , combined with theafter-dinner talk o f his elders
,had long since initiated
him into every detail o f its code .Now he saw the matter in a new light
,and his part in it
seemed singularly diminished . It was, in fact, that which ,with a secret fatuity , he had watched Mrs . Thorley Rushworth play toward a fond '
and unperceiving husband : asmiling
,bantering
,humouring, watchful and incessant lie.
A lie by day,a lie by night
,a lie in every touch and every
look ; a lie in every caress and every quarrel; a lie in every,word and in every silence .It was easier , and less dastardly on the whole, for a
wi fe to play such a part toward her husband . A woman’sstandard of truthfulness was tacitly held to be lower : shewas the subj ect creature
,and versed in the arts of the
e nslaved. Then she could always plead moods and
nerves,and the right not to be held too strictly to account
and even in the most strait- laced societies the laugh wasalways against the husband .
But in Archer’s little world no one laughed at a wi fedeceived
,and a certain measure of contempt was at
tached to men who continued their philandering aftermarriage . In the rotation of crops there was a recognised season for wild oats ; but they were not to be sown
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he knew well enough what construction the clubs anddrawing-rooms would put onEllen Olenska’s visits to herc ousin .
He paused and looked up at the lighted window . No
doubt the two women were sitting together in that room :
Beaufort had probably sought consolation elsewhere.There were even rumours that he had left New York withFanny Ring ; but Mrs . Beaufort
’s att itude made the re
port seem improbable.Archer had the nocturnal perspective o f Fifth Avenuealmost to hims el f. At that hour most people were indoors
,dressing for dinne r ; and he was secretly glad that
Ellen’s exit was likely to be unobserved . As the thoughtpassed through his m ind the door opened
,and she came
out. Behind her was a faint l ight, such as might havebee n carried down the stairs to show her the way. Sheturned to say a word to some one ; then the doo r closed,and she came down the steps .
“Ellen,
” he said in a low voice,as she reached the
She stopped with a slight start,and just then he saw
two young men of fashionable cut approaching. Therewas a familiar air about their overcoats and the way theirsmart silk muffle rs were folded over their white ties ;and he wondered how youths of their quality happenedto be dining out so early. Then he remembered that theReggie Chive rses , whose house was a few doors above ,were taking a large party that evening to see AdelaideNeilson in Rome o and Juliet, and guessed that the twowere o f the number. They passed under a lamp, and herecognise d Lawrence Lefferts and a young Chivers .A mean desire not to have Madam e Olenska seen at the
Beauforts’ doo r vanished as he felt the penetrating
warmth o f her hand.
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"I shal l see you now—we shal l be together, he brokeo ut, hardly knowing what he said .
“Ah,
” she answered,
“Granny has told youWhile he watched her he was aware that Lefle rts and
Chivers , on reaching the farther side o f the street corner,had discreetly struck away across Fifth Avenue . It wasthe kind o f masculine solidarity that he himself oftenpractised ; now he sickened at their connivance. Did shereally imagine that he and she could live like this ? And
if not,what else did she imagine ?
“Tomorrow I must see you— somewhere where we canbe alone
,
” he said, in a voice that sounded almost angryto his own ears .She wavered
,and moved toward the carriage .
“But I shall be at Granny’s—for the present that i s,s he added, as i f conscious that her change o f plans re
q uired some explanation .
“Somewhere where we can be alone, he insisted .
She gave a faint laugh that grated on him .
“In New York ? But there are no churchesmonuments .
“There’s the Art Museum—in the Park, he explained,a s she looked puzzled.
“At half-past two. I shall be atthe doorShe turned away without answering and got quicklyinto the carriage . As it drove o ff she leaned forward
,and
he thought she waved her hand in the obscurity. Hes tared after her in a turmoil o f contradictory feelings . Itseemed to him that he had been speaking not to thew oman he loved but to another
,a woman he was indebted
to for pleasures already wearied of it was hateful to findhimsel f the prisoner o f this hackneyed vocabulary.
“She’ll come !” he said to himself, almost contemp4
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Avoiding the popular “Wolfe co llection,whose anec
dotie canvases filled one of the main galleries of the queerwilderness of cast- iron and encaustic tiles known as theMetropolitan Museum , they had wandered down a passage to the room where the “
Ce snola antiquities” mouldered in unvisited loneliness .They had this melancholy retreat to themselves
,and
seated on the divan enclosing the central steam- radiator,
they were staring silently at the glass cabinets mounted inebonised wood which contained the recovered fragmentso f Ilium .
“It’s odd, Madame Olenska said , I never came herebefore .”
“Ah , well Some day,I suppose, it will be a great
Museum .
”
“Yes ,” she assented ab sently .
She stood up'and wandered across the room . Archer,
remaining se ated , watched the light movements of he rfigure
,so girlish even under its heavy furs
,the cleverly
planted heron wing in he r fur cap , and the way a darkcurl lay like a flattened vine spiral on each cheek abovethe ear . His mind , as always when they first m e t
,was
'
wholly absorbed in the delicious details that made he rhersel f and no othe r . Presently he rose and approachedthe case before which she stood . Its glass she lves werecrowded with small broken obj ects— hardly recognisabledomestic utensils
,ornaments and personal trifle s— made
of glass , of clay, of discoloured bronze and other timeblurred substances .
“It seems cruel , she said , that after a while nothing
matters any more than these little things, that usedto be necessary and important to forgotten people, andnow have to be guessed at under a magnifying glass andlabelled : ‘Use unknown .
’
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reach ? To meet you in this way, on the sly ? It’
s the
very reverse of what I want. I told you the other daywhat I wanted.”
She hesitated .
“And you still think this—worse“A thousand times He paused .
“It would be easy toli e to you ; but the truth i s I think it detestable.
“Oh, so do I she cried with a deep breath o f rel ief.He sprang up impatiently .
“Well,then— it’s my turn
to ask :what is it, in God’s name
,that you think better ?”
She hung her head and continued to clasp and unclasphe r hands in her muff . The step drew nearer, and a guardian in a braided cap walked listlessly through the roomlike a ghost stalking through a necropolis . They fixedtheir eyes simultane ously on the case opposite them , andwhen the oflicial figure had vanished down a vista o f
mummies and sarcophagi Archer spoke again .
“What do you think better ?”
Instead o f answering she murmured : I promisedGranny to stay with her because it seemed to me thathere I should be safer.”
“From me ?”
She b ent he r head slightly , without looking at him .
“Safer from loving me ?”
Her profile did not stir, but he saw a tear overflow on
her lashes and hang in a mesh o f her veil .“Safer from doing irreparable harm . Don’t let us belike al l the others !” she protested .
“What others ?0
I don’t profess to be different frommy kind . I ’m consumed by the same wants and the samelongings .She glanced at him with a kind o f terror
,and he saw a
faint colour steal into her cheeks .“Shall I—o nce come to you ; and thengo home ?” she
suddenly hazarded ina low clear voice .
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The blood rushed to the young man’s forehead.
“Dean
le st he said, without moving. It seemed as i f he held his
heart in his hands, like a full cup that the least motion
might overbrim.
Then her last phrase struck his ear and his face
clouded .
“Go home ? What do you mm by going
home ? ”“Home to my husband .
”
“And you expect me to say yes to that ?”
She rai sed he r troubled eyes to his . What else i s
there ? I can’t s tay here and lie to the people who’ve been
good to me .”
“But that’s the very reason why I ask you to come
away l”
“And destroy their lives,when they’ve helped me to
remake mineArcher sprang to his feet and stoo d looking downher in inarticulate despair . It would have been easy to
say : “Yes, come ; come once . He knew the power she
would put in his hands i f she consented ; there would b e
no dimculty then in persuading her not to go back to herhusband .
But something silenced the word onhis lips . A sort ofpassionate honesty in her made it inconceivable that he
should try to draw her into that familiar trap .
“I f I
were to let her come, he said to himself,“I should have
to let her go again .
” And that was not to be imagined .
But he saw the shadow o f the lashes on her wet cheek,and wavered .
“After all,” he began again
,we have lives o f our own .
The re’s no use attempting the impossible . You’reso unprejudiced about some things
,so used
,as you say,
to looking at the Go rgon, that I don’t know why you’
re
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afraid to face our case, and see it as it really is—unlessyou think the sacrifice is not worth making .
”
She stood up also, her lips tightening under a‘ rapid
frown .
“Call it that , then—I must go, she said, drawing herlittle watch from her bosom .
She turned away, and he followed and caught her bythe wrist . “Well , then : come to me once,
” he said,his
head turning suddenly at the thought of losing her ; andfor a second or two they looked at each other almost likeenemies .
“When ? ” he insisted . Tomorrow ? ”
She hesitated .
“The day after .”“Dearest he said again .
She had disengaged her wrist ; but for a moment theycontinued to hold each other’s eyes
,and he saw that her
face, which had grown very pale, was flooded with a deepinner radiance . His heart beat with awe : he felt that hehad never before beheld love visible.Oh , I shall be late—good—bye . No, don
’t come anyfarther than this ,
” she cried , walking hurriedly awaydown the long room, as i f the reflected radiance in hiseyes had frightened her . When she reached the doorshe turned for a moment to wave a quick farewell .
Archer walked home alone . Darkness was fallingwhen he let himsel f into his house, and he looked aboutat the familiar obj ects in the hall as if he viewed themfrom the other side o f the grave .The parlour-maid , hearing his step, ran up the stairsto light the gas on the upper landing.
Is Mrs . Archer in ?”
No,sir ; Mrs . Archer went out in the carriage after
luncheon, and hasn’t come back .
”
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“Yes, you’ve thought he echoed as she pause d .
“Well, pe rhap s'
I haven ’t judged her fairly. She’s sodiff erent—at least on the surface . She takes up such oddpeople—she seems to l ike to make hersel f conspicuous . Isuppose it’ s the life she’s led in tha t fast European so~
c ie ty ; no doubt we seem dreadfully dull to her. But Idon ’ t want fo judge her unfairly.
”
She paused again,a little breathless with the unwonted
length o f her speech, and sat with her lips slightly partedand a deep blush on her che eks .Archer
,as he looked at her, was reminded o f the glow
which had suffused her face in the Mission Garden at St .Augustine . He became aware o f the same obscure effortin her, the same reaching out toward something beyondthe usual range o f her vision .
“She hates Ellen,” he thought
,and she’s trying to
overcome the feeling, and to get me to help her to overcome it .”
The though t moved him,and for a moment he was on
the point o f breaking the silence between them, and
throwing himsel f on her me rcy.
“You understand,don’t you, she went on, why the
family have sometimes been annoyed ? We all did whatwe could for her at first ; but she never seemed to understand . And now this idea of going to see Mrs . Beaufort,o f going there in Granny’s carriage ! I ’m afraid she’squite alienated the van der Luydens
“Ah,
” said Archer with an impatient laugh . The opendoor had closed between them again.
“It’ s time to dre ss ; we’re dining out, aren
’t we he
asked, moving from the fire .She rose also
,but l ingered near the hearth. As he
walked past her she moved forward impulsively, as
though to detain him : thei r eyes met, and he saw that
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hers were o f the same swimming blue as whenhe had lefther to drive to Je rsey City .
She flung her arrhs about his neck and presse d hercheek to his .
“You haven ’t kissed me today, she said ina w
and he felt her tremb le inhis arms .
xxx’
n
T the Court of the Tuileries, said Mr. Sillerton
Jackson with his reminiscent smile,
“such things
were pretty openly tolerated .
”
The scene was the van der Luydens’ black walnut dins
ing-room in “Madison Avenue,and the time the evening
after Newland Archer’s visit to the Museum o f Art . Mr.and Mrs . van der Luyden had come to town for a few
days from Skuyte rc liff , wh ither they had precipitately
fled at the announcement of Beaufort’s failure . It hadbeen represented to them that the disarray into which
society had been thrown by this deplorable affair made
their presence in townmore necessary than ever. It wasone o f the occasions when
,as Mrs . Archer put it
,they
“owed it to society” to show themselves at the Opera,
and even to open thei r own doors .“It will never do
,my dear Louisa, to let people like
Mrs . Lemuel Struthers think they can step into Regina’sshoes . It is just at such times that new people push inand get a footing. It was owing to the epidemic o f chicken-pox in New York the winter Mrs . Struthers first appeared that the married men slipped away to her housewhile their wives were in the nursery. You and dear
Henry, Louisa, must stand in the breach as you alwayshave .”
Mr. and ‘Mrs . van der Luyden could not remain deafto such a call, and reluctantly but heroically they had
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itwas, I’m convinced it was there without Mrs . Mingott
’
s
knowledge .”“Ah, you think Mrs . van der Luyden paused,sighed
,and glanced at her husband .
“I ’m afraid,” Mr. van der Luyden said, that Madame
Olenska’
s kind heart may have led her into the imprudence o f
‘
call ing on “Mrs . Beaufort .“Or her taste for peculiar people, put in Mrs . Archer
in a dry tone, while her eyes dwelt innocently on he rson’s .
“I ’m sorry to think it o f Madame Olenska,” said Mrs .
van der Luyden; and Mrs . Archer murmured :“Ah
,my
dear—and after you’d had her twice at Skuyte rc liff !”
It was at this point that Mr. Jackson seized the chanceto place his favourite allusion .
“At the Tuileries,” he iepeated, seeing the eyes o f the
company expectantly turned on him,
“the standard wasexcessively lax in some respects ; and i f you
’d askedwhere ‘Morny
’
s money came from Or who paid thedebtsof some o f the Court beauties
“I hope,dear Sille rton,
” said Mrs . Archer, you are
not suggesting that we should adopt such standards ?”“I never suggest
,
” returned ‘Mr. Jackson impe rturbably.
“But Madame Olenska’s fore 1gn bringing-up maymake her less particular
“Ah,” the two elder ladies sighed .
“Sti ll,to have kept her grandmother’s carriage at a
defaulte r’s door !” Mr. van de r Luyden protested ; andArcher guessed that he was remembering, and resenting,the hampers o f cam ations he had sent to the littl e houseinTwenty-third Street .
“Of course I ’ve always said that she looks at things
quite diff erently,” Mrs . Archer summed up .
A flush rose to May’s forehead . She looked across the
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tab le at her husband, and said precipitately :“I ’m sure
Ellen meant it kindly.
”
“Imprudent people are often kind , said Mrs . Archer,as i f the fact were scarcely an extenuation ; and Mrs . van
der Luydenmurmured :“I f only she had consulted some
one“Ah, that she never did ! Mrs . Archer rejoined .
At this point ‘Mr . van der Luyden glanced at his wife,who bent her head slightly in the direction of Mrs .Archer ; and the glimmering trains o f the three ladies
swept out o f the door while the gentlemen settled down
to their cigars . Mr. van der Luyden supplied short ones
onOpera nights ; but they were so good that they madehi s guests deplore his inexorable punctuality .
Archer, after the first act,had detached himself from
the party and made his way to the back of the club box .
From there he watched,over various Chivers , Mingott
and Rushworth shoulders, the same scene that he had
looked at, two years previously, on the night of his first
meeting with Ellen Olenska . He had hal f-expected he r
to appear again in o ld Mrs . Mingott’
s box,but it re
mained empty ; and he sat motionless, his eyes fastened
on it, ti l l suddenly Madame Nilsson’
s pure soprano broke
out into “M’
m a,non m
’
ama
Archer turned to the stage,where
,in the familiar set
t ing o f giant roses and pen-wiper pansies, the same large
blonde victim was succumbing to the same small brownseducer.From the stage his eye s wandered to the point o f the
horseshoe where May sat between two older ladies, j ust
as,on that former evening, she had sat be tween
'Mrs .
Lovell Mingott and her newly-arrived“foreign
” cousin.
As onthat evening, she was all in white ; andArcher, who
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had not noticed what she wore,recognised the blue-white
satin and old lace o f her wedding dress .It was the custom, in old New York, for brides to
appear in this costly garment during the first year or
two o f marriage : his mother,he knew
,kept hers in tissue
pape r in the hOp e that Janey might some day wear it,though poor Janey was reaching the age when pearl greypoplin and no bridesmaids would be thought more:“appropriate .”
It struck Archer that May,since their return from
Europe, had seldom worn her bridal satin , and the surprise o f seeing her in it made him compare her appearance with that of the young girl he had watched with suchblissful anticipations two years earlier .Though May’s outline was slightly heavier, as he r
goddess- like build had foretold,her athletic erectness o f
carriage,and the girl ish transparency o f her e x pre ssmn,
remained unchanged : but for the slight languor thatArcher had lately noticed in her she would have been theexact image o f the girl playing with the bouquet of lilieso f-the-valley on her betrothal evening. The f act seemedan additional appeal to his pity : sucli innocence was asmoving as the trustful clasp o f a child . Then he remem
b ered the passionate generosity latent under that incurious calm . He recalled 'her glance of understanding whenhe had urged that their engagement should be announcedat the Beaufort ball ; he heard the voice in which she hadsaid
,in the Mission garden : “I couldn’t have my happi
ness made out o f a wrong—a wrong to some one elseand an uncontrollable longing seized him to tell he r thetruth, to throw himsel f on her generos ity, and ask forthe freedom he had once refused.
Newland Archer was a quiet and sel f-controlled
young man . Conformity to the discipline o f a small
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At their door she caught her ski rt in the step o f the
carriage,and fe ll
‘
against him .
“Did you hurt yourself ? ” he asked,steadying her with
his arm .
“N0 ; but my poor dress—see how I’ve torn it !” she
exclaimed . She bent to gather up a mud-stained breadth,and followed him up the steps into the hall . The servants
had not expected them so early, and there was only a
glimmer Of gas on the upper landing.
Archer mounted the stairs,turned up the light, and
put a match to the brackets on each side o f the library
mantelpiece . The curtams were drawn, and the warm
friendly aspect Of the room smote him like that o f afamiliar face met during an unavowable errand .
He noticed that his wife was very pal e,and asked i f
he should get her some brandy .
“Oh,no,
” she exclaimed with a momentary flush, as
she took off her cloak .
“But hadn’t you better go to
bed at once ?” she added,as he Opened a silver box on
the table and took out a cigarette .Archer threw down the cigarette and walked to his.
usual place by the fire .“No ; my head i s not as bad as that . He paused .
“And there’ s something I want to say ; something impor
tant—that I must tel l you at once .”
She had dropped into an armchair,and raised her head
as he spoke . “Yes,dear ?” she rejoined, so gently that,
he wondered at the lack o f wonder w ith which she re
c e ived this preamble .“May he be gan, standing a few feet from her chair,and looking over at her as i f the sl ight distance between
them were an unbridgeable abyss . The sound of his
yoice e choed uncannily through the homelike hush, and
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he repe ated : “There is something I ’ve got to tell you
about myselfShe sat silent, without a movement or a tremor o f he rlashes . She was still extremely pale, but her face hada curious tranquillity of expres sion that seemed drawnfrom some secret inner source .Archer checked the conventional phrases Of self-accusalthat were crowding to his lips . He was determ ined to
put the case baldly,without vain recrimination o r excuse .
“Madame Olenska he said ; but at the name his
wife raised her hand as i f to silence him . As she did so
the gas-light struck on the gold o f her wedding-ring.
“Oh,why should we talk about Ellen tonight ? ” she
a sked , with a slight pout o f impatience .“Because I ought to have spoken before .Her face remained calm .
“Is it really worth while,dear ? I know I ’ve been unfair to her at times—perhapsw e al l have . You’ve understood her, no doubt, better
than we did : you’ve always been kind to her. But whatdoes it matter
,now it’s all over
Archer looked at her blankly. Could it be possible that
the sense o f unreality in which he felt himsel f imprisonedhad communicated itsel f to his wife ?
“All over—what do you mean ?” he asked in an indis
t inct stammer.May stil l looked at him with transparent eyes . Why—since she’s going back to Europe so soon ; since Grannyapproves and understands, and has arranged to make herindependent o f her husbandShe b roke OE, and Archer, grasping the corner O f the
m antelpiece in one convulsed hand, and steadying himself against it
,made a vain eff ort to extend the same
c ontrol to his ree ling thoughts .“I supposed,
”he heard his wife ’s even voice go on,
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“that you had been kept at the office this evening aboutthe business arrangements . ,
It was settled this morning,
I believe .” She lowered her eyes under his unseeingstare
,and another fugitive flush passed over her face .
He understoo d that his own eyes must be unbearable,
and turning away,rested his elbows on the mantel-shel f
and covered hi s face. Something drummed and clangedfuriously in his ears ; he could not tell i f it were the bloodin his veins
, or the tick o f the clock on the mantel .May sat without moving or speaking while the clockslowly measured out five minutes . A lump of coal fellf orward in the grate, and hearing her rise to push it back,Archer at length turned and faced her .
“It’s impossible,” he exclaimed .
ImpossibleHow do you know—fwhat you’ve just told meI saw Ellen yesterday—I told you I ’d seen her at
Granny’s .”
“It wasn ’t then that she told you ?”
“No ; I had a note from her this afternoon—Do youwant to see it ?”
He could not find his voice, and she went out of theroom
,and came back almost immediately.
“I thought you knew,
” she said simply.
She laid a sheet of paper on the table , and Archer put
out his hand and took it up . The letter conta ined onlya few lines .
“May dear,I have at last made Granny understand
that my visit to her could be no more than a v isit ; andshe has been as kind and generous as ever . She seesnow that i f I return to Europe I must live by mysel f,or rather with poo r Aunt Medora, who i s coming withme. I am hurrying back to Washington to pack up, andwe sail next week. You must be very good to Granny
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T was , as Mrs. Archer smilingly said to Mrs . Welland , a great event for a young couple to give their
first big dinner .The Newland Archers , since they had set up the ir
h ouseho ld , had received a good deal Of company in aninformal way. Archer was fond Of having three or
four friends to dine, and May welcomed them with thebeaming readiness Of which her mother had set her thee xample in conjugal hffairs . Her husband questionedwhether, i f left to hersel f , she would ever hav e askedany one to the house ; but he had long given up trying tod i sengage her real sel f from the shape into which tradit ion and training had moulded her . It was expected thatw ell-off young couple s in New York should do a good
deal of informal entertaining , and a Welland marriedto an Archer was doubly pledged to the tradition .
But a big dinner , with a hired chef and two borrowedfootmen , with Roman punch , roses from Henderson
’s ,and menus on gilt-edged cards, was a diff erent affair , andnot to be lightly undertaken . As Mrs . Archer remarked ,the Roman punch made all the di fference ; not in itsel fbut by its manifold implications—since it signified eithercanvas-backs or terrapin
,two soups, a hot and a cold
sweet, full de'
colletage with short sleeves , and guests ofa proportionate importance .It was always an interesting occasion when a young
p air launched their first invitations in the third person,
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and their summons was seldom re fuse d even by the sen~
soned and sought-after . Still , it was admittedly a triumphthat the van der Luydens , at May
’s request , should havestayed over in order to be present at her farewell dinnerfor the Countess Olenska .
The two mothers-in-law sat in May’s drawing-room on
the afte rnoon o f the great day, Mrs . Archer writing out
the menus on Tiffany’s thickest gilt‘ edged bri stol,while
Mrs . Welland superintended the placing of the palms and
standard lamps .Archer , arriving late from his Office , found them stillthere . Mrs . Archer had turned her attention to thename-cards for the table, and Mrs . Welland was considering the effect o f bringing forward the large gilt sofa,so that another corner” might be created betwee n the
piano and the window .
May, they told him, was in the dining-room inspectingthe mound o f Jacqueminot roses and maidenhair in thecentre o f the long table, and the placing of the Maillardbonbons in openwork silver baskets b etwe en the candelabra. On the piano stood a large basket o f orchidswhich Mr . van der Luyden had had sent from Skuyte r
cliff . Everything was , in short , as it should b e on theapproach of so considerable an event .Mrs . Archer ran thoughtfully over the list, checking
Off each name with her sharp gold pen.
Henry van der Luyden—Louisa—t he Lovell Mingotte—the Reggie Chiverses—Lawrence Leff erts and Gertrude—(yes , I suppose May was right to have them)the Selfridge Merrys , Sille rton Jackson , Van Newlandand his wife . (How time passes ! It seems only yesterday that he was your best man , Newland)—and CountessO lenska—yes, I think that
’s all .
Mrs . Welland surveyed her son-ih -law affectionately.
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N0 one can say, Newland, that you and May are not
giving Ellen a handsome send-Off .
”
“Ah,well
,
” said Mrs . Archer, I understand May’s
wanting her cousin to tel l people abroad that we’re notquite barbarians .”
“I’m sure Ellen will appreciate it . She was to arrivethis morning, I believe . It will make a most charminglast impression . The evening before sailing is usually sodreary,
” Mrs . Welland cheerfully continued .
Archer turned toward the door,and his mother-ia-law
c alled to him : Do go in and have a peep at the table.And don’t let ‘May tire hersel f too much .
” But he aff ected not to hear, and sprang up the stairs to his library.The room looked at him like an alien countenance composed into a polite grimace ; and he perceived that it hadbeen ruthlessly “tidied,
” and prepared, by a judiciousdistribution Of ash-trays and cedar-wood boxes, for the
gentlemen to smoke in .
“Ah, well,” he thought
,
“it’s not for long and he
went on to his dressing-room.
Ten days had passed since Madame Olenska’s depar
hire from New York. During those ten days Archerhad had no sign from her but that conveyed by the returno f a key wrapped in tissue paper, and sent to his ofiice
in a sealed envelope addre ssed in her hand . This retortto his last appeal might have been interpreted as a classicmove in a familiar game ; but the young man chose togive it a different meaning. She was still fighting againsther fate ; but she was going to Europe, and she was notreturning to he r husband . Nothing, therefore, was to
p revent his following her ; and once-he had taken the
irrevocable step, and had proved to her that it was irrevocable , he be lieved she would not send him away.
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My dear sir, I've no wish to extenuate the Count’s
transgressions ; but—but on the other side I wouldn’
t put my hand in the fire well,that there hadn’t
been tit for tat with the young champion .
Mr . Le tte rb lair unlocked a drawer and pushed a foldedpaper toward Archer . This report, the result of disc re e t enquiries And then, as Archer made noeff ort to glance at the paper or to repudiate the sugge s
tion, the lawyer somewhat flatly continued : “I don’t sayit
’
s conclusive, you Observe ; far from it . But strawsshow and on the whole it’s eminently satis factoryfor all parties that this dignified solution has beenreached .
“Oh , eminently, Archer assented, pushing back thepaper .A day or two later
, on responding to a summons fromMrs . Manson Mingott, his soul had b een more deeply
He had found the old lady depressed and querulous .“You know she’s deserted me ? ” she began at onceand without waiting for his reply : “Oh , don
’t ask mewhy ! She gave so many reasons that I ’ve forgotten themall . My private belief is that she couldn’t face the boredom . At any rate that’s what Augusta and my daughtersin-law think . And I don ’t know that I altogether blameher . Olenski
’
s a finished scoundrel but li fe with himmust have been a good deal gayer than it i s in FifthAvenue . Not that the family would admit that : theythink Fifth Avenue is Heaven with the rue de la Paixthrown in . And poor Ellen, of course, has no idea o fgoing back to her husband . She held out as firmly as
ever against that . So she’s to settle down in Paris withthat fool Medora. Well, Paris i s Paris ; and you
can keep a carriage there on next to nothing. But she
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was as'
gay as a bird , and I shall mi ss her . Two tears ,the parched tears o f the Old , rolled down her puffy cheeksand vanished in the abysses Of her bosom .
All I ask is ,” she concluded
,
“that they shouldn’tb other me any more . I must really be allowed to digestmy gruel. And she twinkled a little wistfully atArcher.It was that evening, on his return home, that Mayannounced her intention o f giving a farewell dinner toher cous in . Madame Olenska’s name had not been pronounced between them since the night o f her flight toWashington ; and Archer looked at his wife with surprise .
“A dinner—why he interrogated .
Her colour rose . But you like Ellen—I thought you’
d
b'
e pleased .
”
“It’s awfully nice—your putting it in that way. But Ireally don’t see
“I mean to do it, Newland , she said , quietly rising andgoing to her desk . Here are the invitations all written .
Mother helped me—she agrees that we ought to .
” Shepaused , embarrassed and yet smiling , and Archer suddenly saw before him the embodied image o f the Family.
“Oh, all right,” he said , staring with unsee ing eyes at
the li st o f guests that she had put in his hand .
When he entered the drawing-room before dinner Maywas stooping over the fire and trying to coax the logs toburn in their unaccustomed setting of immaculate tiles .The tall lamps were all lit , and Mr . van der Luyden
’
s
orchids had been conspicuously disposed in various receptacles Of modern porcelain and knobby silver . Mrs .Newland 'Archer’s drawing-room was generally thoughta great succes s . A gi lt bamboo jardiniére , in which theprimulas and cinerarias were punctually renewed , blocked
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the access to the bay window (where the old-fashionedwould have preferred a bronze reduction o f the VenusO fMilo) the sofas and arm-chairs Of pale brocade werec leverly grouped about little plush tables densely covered
w ith silver toys, porcelain animals and efl‘l
'
ore scent photo
graph frames ; and tall rosy-shaded lamps shot up liketropical flowers among the palms .
“I don ’t think Ellen has ever seen this room lightedup , said May, rising flushed from her struggle
,and send
ing about her a glance o f pardonable pride . The brasstongs which she had propped against the side o f the
c himney fell with a crash that drowned her husband’sanswer ; and before he could restore them Mr. and Mrs .
van der Luyden were announced .
The other guests quickly followed, for it was known
that the van der Luydens liked to dine punctually. The
r oom was nearly full, and Archer was engaged in showing to Mrs . Selfridge Merry a small highly-varnishedVerb e ckhoven
“Study o f Sheep ,” which Mr . Welland
had givenMay for Christmas, when he found MadameO lenska at his side .She was excessively pale
,and her pallor made her
dark hair seem denser and heavier than ever. Perhapsthat, or the fact that she had wound several r ows o famber beads about her neck, reminded him suddenly Ofthe l ittle Ellen Mingott he had danced with at children
’s
p arties, when Medora Manson had first brought her toNew York.
The amber beads were trying to her complexion , orh er dress was perhaps unbecoming : her face lookedlustreless and almost ugly
,and he had never loved it as
he did at that minute . Their hands met, and he thoughthe heard her say : “Yes, we
’re sailing tomorrow in theRuss ia—”
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the table glances plainly intended to justi fy all the carnations he had sent from Skuyte rcliff .
Archer, who seemed to be assisting at the scene in as tate o f odd imponderability, as i f he floated somewherebetween chandelier and ceiling, wondered at nothing so
much as his ownshare in the proceedings . As his glancetravelled from one placid we l l-fed fac e to another he sawall the harmless-looking people engaged upon May’scanvas-backs as a band o f dumb conspirators
,and himsel f
and the pale woman on his right as the centre o f theirconspiracy. And then it came over him,
in a vast flashmade up o f many broken gleams
,that to all o f them he
and Madame Olenska were lovers, lovers in the extremesense peculiar to “foreign” vocabularies . He guessedhimsel f to have been, for months, the c entre Of countlesss ilently observing eyes and patiently l istening ears, heunderstood that, by means as yet unknown to him, the
separation between himself and the partner o f his guilthad be en achieved, and that now the whole tribe hadrallied about hi s wife on the tacit assumption that nobody knew anything, or had ever imagined anything, andthat the occasion o f the entertainment was simply “May
Archer’ s natural desire to take an affectionate leave o f
her friend and cousin .
It was the. Old New York way of taking l i fe withouteffusiono f blood the way o f people who dreaded scandal more than diseas e, who placed decency above courage,and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than“scenes ,
” except the behaviour o f those who gave ri seto them .
As these thoughts succeeded,
each other in his mindArcher felt like a pri soner in the centre o f an armedcamp . He looked about the table, and guessed at theinexorableness o f his captors from the tone in which, over
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the asparagus from Florida, they were dealing with Beauf ort and his wife . “It’s to show me
,
"he thought,
“whatwould happe n to me and a deathly sense o f the
superiority o f implication and analogy over direct action ,and o f silence over rash words, closed in on him likethe doors o f the family vault .He laughed, and met Mrs . van der Luyden
’s startled
eyes .
“You think it laughable ?” she said with a pinched
smile . “Of course poor Regina’s idea o f remaining inN ew York has its ridiculous side, I suppose and Archermuttered : “Of course .”
At this point, he became consc ious that Madame Olenska’s other neighbour had bee n engaged for some timewith the lady on his right. At the same moment he sawthat May, serenely enthroned be tween Mr. van der Luyden and Mr. Selfridge Merry, had cast a quick glancedown the table . It was evident that the host and thelady on his right could not sit through the whole mealin silence . He turned to Madame Olenska, and her palesmile met him .
“Oh, do let’s see it throng it seemed
to say.
“D id you find the journey tiring ? ” he asked in a
voice that surprised him by its naturalness ; and she
answered that, on the contrary, she had seldom trave lledwith fewer discomforts .
“Except, you know,the dreadful heat in the train,
she added ; and he remarked that she would not suff e r
from that particular hardship in the country she was
going to .
“I never,he declared with intensity, was more nearly
f rozen than once, in April, in the train between Cala isand Paris .”
She said she did notwonder, but remarked that, after
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all, one could always carry an extra rug, and that everyform o f travel had its hardships ; to which he abruptlyreturned that he thought them all of no account comparedwith the blessedness o f getting away . She changedcolour, and he added , his voice suddenly rising in pitch :
‘
1“I mean to do a lot o f travelling mysel f before long.
”
A tremor crossed her face, and leaning over to ReggieChivers
,he cried out :
“I say, Reggie, what do you say
to a trip round the world : now, next month, I mean?I ’m game if you are at which ‘Mrs . Reggie piped upthat she could not think o f letting Reggie go till afterthe Martha Washington Ball she was getting up for theBlind Asylum in Easter week ; and her husband placidlyobserved that by that time he would have to be practisingfor the International Polo match .
ButMr. SelfridgeMerry had caught the phrase roundthe world, and having once circled the globe in hissteam-yacht
,he seized the opportunity to send down the
table several striking items concerning the shal lowne sso f the Mediterranean ports . Though, after all, he added,it didn’t matter ; for when you
’d seen Athens and Smyrnaand Constantinople, what else was there ? And Mrs .
Merry said she could never be too grateful to Dr . Bencomb for having made them promise not to go to Napleson account o f the fever .
“But you must have three weeks to do India properly,”
her husband conceded,anxious to have it unde rstood
that he was no frivolous globe-trotter .And at this point the ladies went up to the drawing‘
room.
In the library,in spite o f weightier presences, Lawrence
Lefferts predominated .
.The talk, as usual, had veered around to the Beauforts,
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worst cooks are always telling you they’re poisoned whenthey dine out. But I hear there are pressing reasons forour friend Lawre nce
’
s diatribe —type-writer this time ,I understand .
The talk swept past Arche r l ike some senseless river
running and running be cause it did not know enough tostop . He saw,
on the faces about him , expressions o f
intere st,amusement and evenmirth . He li stened to the
younger men’
s laughter, and to the praise o f the Archer
Made ira, which‘Mr. vander Luydenand Mr. Merry were
thoughtfully celebrating. Through it all he was dimlyaware o f a gene ral attitude o f friendlines s toward himse lf, as if the guard o f the prisoner he felt himself to bewere trying to softenhis captivity ; and the pe rception increased his pass ionate determination to b e fre e .
In the drawing-room, where they presently joined theladies, he me t May
’
s triumphant eyes, and r ead in themthe convictionthat e verything had “gone off ” beauti fully .
She rose from Madame Olenska’
s side, and immediate ly
Mrs . van der Luyden beckoned the latter to a seat on
the gi lt so fa where she throned. Mrs . Selfridge Merrybore across the room to join them, and it became clearto Archer that here also a conspiracy o f rehabil itationand obliteration was going on. The s ilent organisationwhich held his little world together was determined toput itself on record as never for a moment havingquestioned the propnety o f Madame Olenska’s conduct,o r the completeness o f Archer’s domestic felicity. A ll
these amiable and inexorable persons were resolutelye ngaged in pretending to each other that they had never
heard o f, suspected , or even conceived pos sible, the least
h int to the contrary ; and from this tissue o f elaborate
mutual dissimulation Archer once more disengaged the
factthat New,York be lieved him to be Madame Olenska
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foy er. He caught the glitter o f victory in his wi fe’se yes , and for the first tim e understood that she sharedthe beli ef. The discovery roused a laughter o f innerdevil s that reverberated through all his efl‘orts to discus sthe Martha Washington ball with Mrs . Reggie Chiversand l ittle Mrs . Newland ; and so the evening swept on,running and running like a sensele ss river that did notknow how to stop .
At length he saw that Madame Olenska had risenand
was saying good-bye . He understood that in a moment
she would be gone, and tried to remembe r what he had
said to her at dinner ; but he could not recall a s ingleword they had exchanged.She went up to May, the rest of the company making
a circ le about her as she advanced. The two youngwomen clasped hands ; then May bent forward and
kissed her cousin .
“Certainly our hostess is much the handsomer o f the
two,” Archer heard Reggie Chivers say in an undertone
to young Mrs . Newland and he remembered Beaufort’scoarse sne er at May’s inefi
'
ectual beauty.
A moment later he was in the hall, putting Madame
O lenska’
s cloak about her shou lders .
Through all his confus ion o f mind he had he ld fastto the resolve to say nothing that might startle or disturbher. Convinced that no power could now turnhim fromhis purpo se h e had found strength to let e vents shape
themselves as they would. But as he followed MadameOlenska into the hall he thought with a sudden hunger o f
being for a moment alone with her at the door o f her
carriage.
“Is your carriage here he asked ; and at that moment
Mrs . van der Leyden, who was being majestically in
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serted into he r sables, said gently :“We are driving dear
Ellen home.”
Arche r’s heart gave a jerk,and Madame Olenska,
clasping her cloak and fan with one hand, held out the
o ther to him .
“Good-bye,” she said .
“Good-byw but I shall see you soon in Paris, he
answered aloud—it seemed to him that he had shouted it .“Oh,
” she murmured,“i f you and May could come I
”
Mr. van der Luydenadvanced to give her his arm,and
'
Archer turned to Mrs . van der Luyden. For a moment,in the billowy darkness inside the big landau, he caughtthe dim oval o f a face, eyes shining steadily—and she
A s he went up the steps he crossed Lawrence Le ffertscoming downwith his wife. Le fferts caught his host bythe sleeve, drawing back to let Ge rtrude pass.
“I say, old chap : do you mind just letting it b e unde rstood that I’m dining with you at the club tomorrownight ? Thanks so much, you old brick ! Good-night."
It did go off beautifully, didn’
t it May questionedfrom the threshold o f the library.Arche r roused hims e lf with a start. A s soon as the
last carriage had driven away, he had come up to thelibrary and shut himself in, with the hope that his wife ,who still l ingered below, would go straight to her room.
But there she stood, pale and drawn, yet radiating thefactitious energy of one who has passed beyond fatigue .
“May I come and talk it ove r ?”she asked .
“Of course , i f you like . But you must be awfullysleepy
“N0, I’m not sleepy. I should like to sit with you a
little .
”
“Very well,
”he said, pushing her chair near the fire
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morning o f something I ’ve be en so longing and hopingforHe looked up at her with a sick stare
,and she sank
down, all dew and roses, and hid her face against hisknee .
“Oh, my dear , he said , holding her to him while hi sc old hand stroked her hair.There was a long pause, which the inner devils filledwith strident laughter ; then May freed herself from hisarms and stood up .
“You didn’t guessYes—I ; no . That i s , o f course I hopedThey looked at each other for an instant and againfell silent ; then, turning his eyes from hers , he askedabruptly : “Have you told any ohe else
“Only Mamma and your mother . She paused,and
then added hurriedly, the blood flushing up to her forehead : “That i s - and Ellen . You know I told you we’dhad a long talk one afternoon—and how dear she wasto me .
“Ah said A rcher , his heart stopping.
He" felt that his wife was watching him intently.
“Did
you mind my telling he r first, Ne and“Mind ? Why should I ?” He made a last e ffort tocollect himself . “But that was a fortnight ago , wasn
’tit ? I thought you said you weren’t sure till today .
”
Her colour burned deeper , but she held his gaze . No ;I wasn’t sure then—but I told her I was . And you seeI was right !” she exclaimed, her blue eyes wet with
XXXIV.
EWLAND ARCHER sat at the writing-table inhis l ibrary in East Thirty-ninth Stree t .
He had just got back from a big ofiicial reception forthe inaugurationof the new galleri es at the Metropo litanMuseum,
and the spe ctacle of those grea t spaces crowdedwith the spoils of the ages, where the throng o f fashionc irculated through a series of scientifically cataloguedtreasures , had suddenly pressed on a rusted spring of
“Why, this used to b e one o f the old Ce snola rooms ,”
he heard some one say ; and instantly everything abouthim vanished, and he was sitting alone on a hard leather
divan against a radiator, while a slight figure in a longsmlskin cloak moved away down the meagrely-fittedvi sta o f the old Museum.
The vi sion had roused a host o f othe r associations,and he sat looking with new eyes at the library which ,for ove r thirty years, had been the scene o f his solitarymus ings and o f all the family confabulations .It was the room in which most o f the real things of
his life had happened . The re his wife,nearly twenty
six years ago ,had broken to him,
with a blushing cir
cumlocution that would have caused the young womeno f the new generation to sm ile, the news that she was tohave a child ; and there their eldest boy, Dallas, toode l icate to be taken to church in midwinter , had been
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the ample magnificent irreplaceable Bishop, so longthe pride and ornament o f his diocese . There Dallashad first staggered across the floor shouting “Dad ,
” whileMay and the nurse laughed behind the door ; there their 1second child, Mary (who was so like her mother), had 4announced her engagement to the dullest and most reliable o f Reggie Chivers’ s many sons ; and there Archer hadki ssed her through her wedding veil before they wentdownto the motor which was to carry them to GraceChurch—for in a world where al l else had reeled on
its foundations the “Grace Church wedding ” remainedan unchanged institution .
It was in the library that he and May had alwaysdi scussed the future o f the children : the studies o f Dallasand his young brother Bill, Mary
’s incurable indiff erenceto accomplishments,
” and passion for sport and philanthropy, and the vague leanings toward
“art” which hadfinally landed the restless and curious Dallas in the offic eo f a rismg New York architect.The young men nowadays were emancipating them
selves from the law and business and taking up all sorts o fnew things . If they were not absorbed in state politicsor municipal reform
,the chances were that they were
going in for Central American archx ology, for architec
ture or landscape—eng me ermg ; taking a keen and learnedinterest in the pre-revolutionary buildings of their owncountry
,studying and adapting Georgian types , and pro
testing at the meaningless use o f the word “Colonial .”
Nobody nowadays had “Colonial” houses except themi llionaire groc ers o f the suburbs .But above all—sometimes Archer put it above all—it
was in that library that the Governor'
o f N ew York,coming down from Albany one evening to dine and spendthe night, had turned to his host, and said, banging his
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had taken account o f his opinion and wanted his name.People said “Ask Archer” when there was a questiono f starting the first school for crippled children
,re organ
iising the Museum o f Art,founding the Grolier Club,
inaugurating the new Library, or getting up a new societyo f chamber music . His days were full, and they werefilled decently. He supposed it was all a man ought toask.
Something he knew he had missed : the flower o f li fe .But he thought o f it now as a thing so unattainable andimprobable that to have repined would have be en likedespairing because one had not drawn the first prize ina lottery. There were a hundred million tickets in hislottery, and there was only one prize ; the chances hadbeen too decidedly agains t him . When he thought o fEllen Olenska it was abstractly, se renely, as one mightthink o f some imaginary beloved in a book or a pictureshe had become the composite vision of all that he hadmissed. That vision
,faint and tenuous as i t was
,had
kept him from thinking o f other women . He had been
rwhat was called a faithful husband and when May hadsuddenly died—carried o ff by the m fe ctious pneumoniathrough which she had nursed their youngest child—hehad honestly mourned her. Their long years togetherhad shown him that it did not so much matter i f marriagewas a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity o f a duty :lapsing from that
,it became a mere battle o f ugly appe
tite s . Looking about him,he honoured his own past,
and mourned for it. After all,there was good in the
old ways .His eyes
,making the round o f the room—done over by
Dallas with English mezzotints,Chippendale cabinets,
b its.o f chosen blue-and-white and pleasantly shaded
e lectric lamps—came back to the old Eastlake Writing[ 350]
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table that he had never been willing to banish , and to
his first photograph o f May, which still kept its placebe side his inkstand .
There she was , tall, round-bos omed and willowy, inher starched muslin and flapping Leghorn
,as he had seen
he r under the orange-trees in the Mission garden . Andas he had seen her that day, so she had remained ; neverquite at the same height, yet never far below it :generous,faithful, unwearied ; but so lacking in imagination, so
incapable o f growth, that the world of her youth hadfallen into pieces and rebuilt itsel f without her ever beingconscious o f the change . This hard bright blindness hadkept her immediate horizon apparently unaltered . Her
incapacity to recognise change made her children concealthei r views from her as Archer concealed his ; there hadbeen, from the first, a joint pretence o f sameness, a kindo f innocent family hypocri sy, in which father and children had unconsc iously collaborated . And she had diedthinking the world a good place, full o f loving and harmonious households like her own, and resigned to leaveit because she was convinced that, whatever happened,Newland would continue to inculcate in Dallas the same
principles and prejudices which had shape d his parents’
lives, and that Dallas in turn (when Newland followedhe r) would transmit the sacred trust to little Bill . And
of Mary she was sure as o f her own self . So , having
snatched little B ill from the grave, and given her life inthe eflort, she went contentedly to her place in theArcher vault in St . Mark’s, where Mrs . Archer alreadylay safe from the terrifying
“trend” wh ich her daughterin-law had never even be come aware o f .Opposite May’s portrait stood one o f her daughte r.
Mary Chivers was as tal l and fair as her mother, butlarge-waisted, fiat-chested and slightly slouching, as the
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altered fashion required . Mary Chivers’s mighty featso f athleticism could not have been performed with thetwenty-inch waist that May Archer’s azure sash so easilyspanned . And the diff erence seemed symbolic ; themother ’s life had been as closely girt as her figure.Mary, who was no less conventional, and no more intelligent, yet led a larger li fe and held more tolerant views .There was good in the new order too .
The telephone clicked,and Archer
,turning from the
photographs, unhooked the transmitter at his e lbow,How far they were from the days when the legs o f thebrass-buttoned messenge r b oy had been New York’sonly means o f quick communication !
“Chicago wants you.
”
Ah -it must be a long-distance from Dallas, who hadbe en sent to Chicago by his firm to talk over the plan o fthe Lake-side palace they were to build for a youngmillionaire with ideas . The firm always se nt Dallas onsuch errands .
“Hallo, Dad—Yes : Dallas . I say—how do you feelabout sailing on Wednesday ? ‘Mauretania : Yes , nextWednesday as ever is . Our client wants me to lookat some Italian gardens before we settle anything, andhas asked me to nip over on the next boat . I ’ve got tob e back on the first o f June the voice broke into
a joyful conscious laugh—“so we must look alive . I say,
Dad,I want your help : do come .”
Dallas seemed to be speaking in the room : the voicewas as near by and natural as if he had be en loungingin his favourite arm-chair by the fire . The fact wouldnot ordinarily have surprised Archer, for long-distancetelephoning had become as much a matter o f course aselectric lighting and five -day Atlantic voyages . But thelaugh did startle him ; it stil l seemed wonderful that
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degree she had thought it her duty to travel for six‘.
months ; and the whole family had made the old-fashionedtour through England, Switzerland and Italy. The irtime being limited (no one knew why) they had omittedFrance. Archer remembered Dallas ’s wrath at beingasked to contemplate Mont Blanc instead o f Rheims andChartres . But Mary and Bill wanted mouptain
-cl imbing,
and had already yawned their way in Dallas’s wakethrough the Engl ish cathedrals ; and
'May, always fair toher children, had insisted on holding the balance evenlybe tween their athletic and artistic proclivities . She had?inde ed proposed that he r husband should go to Paris fora f ortnight, and join them on the Italian lakes after theyhad
“done” Switzerland ; but Archer had declined.
“We’l l stick together,” he v said ; and May’s face had'
brightened at his setting such a good example to Dallas .
S ince her death, nearly two years before, there hadbeenno reason for his continuing in the same routine .
His childrenhad urged him to travel : Mary Chivers had
felt sure it would do him good to go abroad and“see
the galleries .” The very mysteriousness o f such a curemade her the more confident o f its eflicacy. But Archer
had found himself held fast by habit, by memories, bya sudden startled shrinking from new things .Now, as he reviewed his p ast, he saw
'
into what a
deep rut he had sunk. The worst o f doing one’s duty
was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anythinge lse. At least that was the vi ew that the men o f his
generation had taken . The trenchant divisions between
right and wrong, honest and dishonest, respectable and
the reverse, had left so li ttle scope fo r the unforeseen.
There are moments when a man’s imagination, so e asilysubdued to what it lives in, suddenly rise s above its
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Hailyx
leve l, and surveys the long windings of destiny. '
Archer hung there and wondered.
What was left o f the little world he had grown up
in,and whose standards had be nt and bound him ? He
remembered a sneering prophecy o f poor Lawrence Lef
fe rts’
s , uttered years ago in that ve ry room :“I f things
go on at this rate, our children will be marrying Beau
fort ’s bastards .”
It was just what Archer’ s eldest son, the pride of hisl i fe
,was doing ; and nobody wondered or reproved .
Even the boy’s Aunt Janey,who still - looked so exactly
as she used to in her elderly youth, had taken he rmother’s emeralds and seed-pearls out o f their pinkc otton-woo l
,and carried them with her own twitching
hands to the future bride ; and Fanny Beaufort, insteado f looking disappointed at not receiving a “set” from a
Paris jeweller,had exclaimed at their old-fashioned
beauty,and declared that when she wore them she should
fee l l ike an Isabey miniature .Fanny Beaufort , who had appeared in New York at
e ighteen, after the death o f her parents, had won its heartmuch as Madame Olenska had won it thirty years earlier ;only instead o f being distrustful and afraid o f her, societytook her joyfully for granted . She was pretty, amusingand accomplished : what more did any one want ? N0body was narrow-minded enough to rake up against he r
the half-forgotten facts o f her father’ s past and her own
o rigin . Only the older people remembered so obscure anincident in the business l i fe o f New York as Beaufort ’sfailure, or the fact that after his wife’s death he hadbeen quietly married to the notorious Fanny Ring, andhad left the country with his new wife, and a little girl
who inherited her beauty. He was subsequently heard
of in Constantinop le, then inRussia ; and a dozen years
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later American travellers were handsomely entertainedby him in Buenos Ayres
,where he represented a large
insurance agency. He and his wi fe died there in theodour o f prosperity ; and one day their orphaned daughter had appeared in N ew York in charge o f May Archer’ssister-in-law, Mrs . Jack Welland
,whose husband had
been appointed the girl’s guardian . The fact threw herinto almost cousinly relationship with Newland Archer’schildren, and nobody was surprised when Dallas
’s en
gagement was announced .
Nothing could more clearly give the measure o f thedistance that the world had travelled . People nowadayswere too busy—busy with reforms and “movements
,
”
with fads and fetishes and frivolities—to bother muchabout their neighbours . And o f what account was anybody’ s past, in the huge kaleidoscope where all the socialatoms spun around on the same plane ?
Newland Archer, looking out o f his hotel window atthe stately gaiety o f the Pari s stre ets, felt his heart beating with the confusion and eagerness o f youth .
It was long since it had thus plunged and reared underhis widening waistcoat
,leaving him, the next minute,
with an empty breast and hot temples . He wondered ifit was thus that his son’s conducted itsel f in the presenceo f Miss Fanny Beaufort—and decided that it was not.“It f unctions as actively
,no doubt
,but the rhythm is
different,” he reflected, recalling the cool composure with
which the young man had announced his engagement,and taken for granted that his family would approve .
“Th e difference is that these young people take it for
granted that they’re going to get whatever they want,and that we almost always took it for granted that weshouldn’t. Only, I wonder—the thing one ’s so c ertain
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young man continued : By the way, I’ve got a message
for you : the Countess Olenska expects us both at hal f
past five.He said it l ightly, carelessly, as he might have imparted
any casual item o f information,such as the hour at
which their train was to leave for Florence the nextevening. Archer looked at him,
and thought he saw in3his gay young eyes a gle am o f his great-grandmotherMingott
’
s malice.“Oh, didn
’t I tell you ?” Dallas p ursued . Fanny made
me swear to do three things while I was in Paris : ge the r the score o f the last De bussy so ngs
,go to the Grand~
Guignol and see Madame Olenska. You know she was
awfully good to Fanny when Mr . Beaufort sent he rover from Buenos Ayres to the Assomption . Fannyhadn’ t any friends in Pari s, and Madame Olenska usedto be kind to her and trot her about onholidays . I believeshe was a great friend o f the first Mrs . Be aufort’s . And
she ’s our cousin, o f course. So I rang her up this morning, before I went out, and told her you and I were herefor two days and wanted to see her.”
Archer continued to stare at him .
“You told her I was
“Of course—why not ? ” Dallas’s eye brows went up
whimsically. Then, getting no answer, he'
slipped hisarm through his father’swith a confidential pressure .
“I say, father : what was she like ?”
Archer felt hi s colour rise under his son’s unabashedgaze . “Come, own up : you and she were great pals ,weren’t you ? Wasn’t she most awfully lovely ?”
“Lovely ? I don’t know . She was diff erent.”“Ah—there you have it ! That’s what it always com es
to , doesn’t it ? When she comes, she
’
s difl’erenn—and one
doe sn’t know why. It’s exactly what I feel about Fanny.
”
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His father drew back a step , releasing his arm.
“AboutFanny ? But, my dear fellow—I should hope so ! OnlyI don’t se e
“Dash it, Dad, don’t be prehistoric ! Wasn't she
o nce—your Fanny ? ”
Dallas belonged body and soul to the new generation .
He was the first-born o f New land and May Archer , yetit had never been possible to inculcate in him even therudime nts o f reserve. “ ’What 3 the use o f making mySc
t e rie s ? It only make s people want to nose ’em out,”
he always obj ected when enjoined to discretion . ButA rcher, meeting his eyes, saw the filial light unde r theirb anter .
“Well,the woman you’d have chucked everything for
only you didn’t,”continue d his surprising son.
“I didn’t,” echoed Archer with a kind o f solemnity.
“No : you date, you se e , de ar old boy. But mother
Your mother ? ”
Yes : the day be fore she died . It was when she sentf or me alone—you remember ? She said she knew we
w ere safe with you, and always would be , because once ,when she asked yo u to , you
’d given up the thing youm ost wanted .
Archer received this strange communication in silence .H is eyes remained unseeingly fixed on the thronged sunlit square below the window . At length he said in a lowv oice : “She never asked me .
“No . I forgot . You never did ask each other any
thing, did you ? And you never told each other anything.
You just sat and watched each other, and guesse d atwhat was going on underneath . A deaf-and-dumb asylum, in fact! Well, I back your generation for know
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ing th e re about e ach other’ s private thoughts than we
"ever have time to find out about our own .
-I say, Dad,”
Dallas broke o ff,“you’re not angry with me ? If you:
are, l et’s make it up and go and lunch at Henri ’s . I
’
ve
got to rush out to Versailles afterward .
”
Archer did not accompany his son to Versailles . He
preferred to spend the afternoon in solitary roamingsthrough Paris . He had to deal all at once with the packedregrets and stifled memories o f an inarticulate l i fetime.A fter a little while he did not regret Dallas’s indiscretion . It seemed to take an iron band from his heart toknow that, after all, some one had guessed and pitied .
And that it should have bee n his wi fe moved himindescribably . Dal las, for all his affectionate insight,would not have understood that. To the boy, no doubt,the episode was only a pathetic instance o f vain frustration
,o f wasted forces. But was it really no more ? For
a long time Archer sat ona bench in the Champs Elysee s
and wondered, while the stream o f l ife rolled by.A few streets away, a few hours away, Ellen Olenska
waited. She had neve r gone back to her husband, andwhenhe had died, some years before, she had made nochange in her way o f living. The re was nothing nowto keep her and Archer apart—and that afternoon hewas to see he r.
He got up and walked across the Place de la Concordeand the Tuileries gardens to the Louvre . She had oncetold him that she often went there, and he had a fancyto spend the intervening time in a place where he couldthink o f her as perhaps having lately been . For an hour
or more he wandered from gallery to gallery through thedazzle o f afternoon light, and one by one the pictures
burst onhim in their half-forgotten splendour, filling his
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o f afternoon l ight, it hung there l ike the vi sible symbolo f the race’s glory.Archer knew that Madame Olenska l ived in a square
near one o f the avenues radiating from the Invalides ;and he had pictured the quarter as quiet and almostobscure
,forgetting the central splendour that lit i t up.
Now,by some queer process o f association, that golden
light became for him the pervading illumination in which
she lived . For nearly thirty years , her life—o f which heknew so strangely little—had been spent in this richatmosphere that he already felt to be too dense and yet
’
too stimulating for his lungs . He thought o f the theatresshe must have been to, the pictures she must have lookedat, the sober and splendid old houses she must have fre
quented, the people she must have talked with, the inc essant stir o f ideas
,curiosities
,images and associations
thrown out by an intensely social race in a setting o f
immemorial manners ; and suddenly he remembered the
young Frenchman who had once said to him :“Ah, good
c onversation—there i s nothing like it, i s there ?”
Archer had not seen M. Riviere, or heard o f him,for
nearly thirty years ; and that fact gave the measure ofhis ignorance of Madame Olenska’s existence . Morethan half a lifetime divided them,
and she had spent thelong interval among people he did not know, in a societyhe but faintly guessed at, in conditions he would neverwholly understand . During that time he had been livingw ith his youth ful memory o f her ; but she had doubtlesshad other and more tangible companionship. Perhapsshe too had kept her memory o f him as something apart ;but i f she had, i t must have been like a relic in a smalldim chapel, where there was not time to pray every
They had c rossed the Place des Inval ides , and were
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walking down one o f the thoroughfares flanking the
building . It was a quiet quarter, after all , in spite o f it,splendour and its history ; and the fact gave one an ideao f the riches Paris had to draw on
,since such scenes as
this were left to the few and the indiff erent .The day was fading into a soft sun-shot haze
,pricked
here and there by a yellow electric light, and passerswere rare in the little square into which they had turned .
Dallas stopped again , and looked up .
“It must be here,
” he said, slipping his arm through
his father’s with a movement from which Archer ’s shyness did not shrink ; and they stood together looking upat the house .It was a modern building, without distinctive charac‘
te r, but many-windowed, and pleasantly ba lconied up
its wide cream-coloured front. On one o f the upperbalconies
,which hung well above the rounded tops o f
the horse-chestnuts in the square,the awnings were sti ll
lowered, as though the sun had just left it .“I wonder which floor Dallas conj ectured ; andmoving toward the parte-c ochére he put his head intothe porter’ s lodge
,and came back to say : The fifth
It must be the one with the awnings .”
Archer remained motionless , gazing at the upperwindows as if the end o f their pilgrimage had been
atta ined .
“I say, you know,
it’s nearly six, his son at lengthreminded him .
The father glanced away at an empty bench under thetrees .
“ I believe I ’ll sit there a moment, he said .
Why—aren ’t you well ?” his son exclaimed.
“Oh, pe rfectly . But I should like you, please , to go
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I say, Dad : do you mean you won’t come up at all
“I don’t know,
” said Archer slowly .
If you don’t she won’t understand .
Go, my boy ; perhaps I shall follow you .
But what on earth shall I say ?”“My dear fellow, don
’
t you always know what to sayhis father rejoined with a smile.
“Very well . I shall say you’re old-fashioned , and
p refer walking up the five flights because you don’t likeli fts .”
His father smiled again. Say I’
m old-fashionedthat’s enough .
Dallas looked at him again, and then, w ith an incredulous ge sture, passed out o f sight under the vaulted
Archer sat downon the bench and continued to”
gazeat the awninged balcony. He calculated the time itwould take his son to b e carried up in the lift to the
lfifth floor, to ring the bell, and be admitted to the hall,and then ushered into the drawing-room . He picturedDallas entering that room with hi s quick assured step andhis delightful smile, and wondered i f the people werer ight who said that his boy “took after him .
Then he tried to see the persons already in the—for probably at that sociable hour there would be morethan one—and among them a dark lady, pale and dark,who would look up quickly, half rise, and 'hold out a
long thin hand with three rings on it . He thoughtshe would be sitting in a sofa-com er near the fire, with
'
azaleas banked behind her on a table .“It
’
s more real to me here than if I went up'
, he
suddenly heard himself say ; and the fear lest that last ?