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"
I
must
learn
everything
that
Mrs
.
James
Taggart
is
expected
to
know
and
to
be
,
"
was
the
way
she
explained
her
purpose
to
a
teacher
of
etiquette
.
She
set
out
to
learn
with
the
devotion
,
the
discipline
,
the
drive
of
a
military
cadet
or
a
religious
novice
.
It
was
the
only
way
,
she
thought
,
of
earning
the
height
which
her
husband
had
granted
her
on
trust
,
of
living
up
to
his
vision
of
her
,
which
it
was
now
her
duty
to
achieve
.
And
,
not
wishing
to
confess
it
to
herself
,
she
felt
also
that
at
the
end
of
the
long
task
she
would
recapture
her
vision
of
him
,
that
knowledge
would
bring
back
to
her
the
man
she
had
seen
on
the
night
of
his
railroad
’
s
triumph
.
She
could
not
understand
Jim
’
s
attitude
when
she
told
him
about
her
lessons
.
He
burst
out
laughing
;
she
was
unable
to
believe
that
the
laughter
had
a
sound
of
malicious
contempt
.
"
Why
,
Jim
?
Why
?
What
are
you
laughing
at
?
"
He
would
not
explain
—
almost
as
if
the
fact
of
his
contempt
were
sufficient
and
required
no
reasons
.
She
could
not
suspect
him
of
malice
:
he
was
too
patiently
generous
about
her
mistakes
.
He
seemed
eager
to
display
her
in
the
best
drawing
rooms
of
the
city
,
and
he
never
uttered
a
word
of
reproach
for
her
ignorance
,
for
her
awkwardness
,
for
those
terrible
moments
when
a
silent
exchange
of
glances
among
the
guests
and
a
burst
of
blood
to
her
cheekbones
told
her
that
she
had
said
the
wrong
thing
again
.
He
showed
no
embarrassment
,
he
merely
watched
her
with
a
faint
smile
.
When
they
came
home
after
one
of
those
evenings
,
his
mood
seemed
affectionately
cheerful
.
He
was
trying
to
make
it
easier
for
her
,
she
thought
—
and
gratitude
drove
her
to
study
the
harder
.
She
expected
her
reward
on
the
evening
when
,
by
some
imperceptible
transition
,
she
found
herself
enjoying
a
party
for
the
first
time
.
She
felt
free
to
act
,
not
by
rules
,
but
at
her
own
pleasure
,
with
sudden
confidence
that
the
rules
had
fused
into
a
natural
habit
—
she
knew
that
she
was
attracting
attention
,
but
now
,
for
the
first
time
,
it
was
not
the
attention
of
ridicule
,
but
of
admiration
—
she
was
sought
after
,
on
her
own
merit
,
she
was
Mrs
.
Taggart
,
she
had
ceased
being
an
object
of
charity
weighing
Jim
down
,
painfully
tolerated
for
his
sake
—
she
was
laughing
gaily
and
seeing
the
smiles
of
response
,
of
appreciation
on
the
faces
around
her
—
and
she
kept
glancing
at
him
across
the
room
,
radiantly
,
like
a
child
handing
him
a
report
card
with
a
perfect
score
,
begging
him
to
be
proud
of
her
.
Jim
sat
alone
in
a
corner
,
watching
her
with
an
undecipherable
glance
.
He
would
not
speak
to
her
on
their
way
home
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
keep
dragging
myself
to
those
parties
,
"
he
snapped
suddenly
,
tearing
off
his
dress
tie
in
the
middle
of
their
living
room
,
"
I
’
ve
never
sat
through
such
a
vulgar
,
boring
waste
of
time
!
"
"
Why
,
Jim
,
"
she
said
,
stunned
,
"
I
thought
it
was
wonderful
.
"
"
You
would
!
You
seemed
to
be
quite
at
home
—
quite
as
if
it
were
Coney
Island
.
I
wish
you
’
d
learn
to
keep
your
place
and
not
to
embarrass
me
in
public
.
"
