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But
how
many
generations
of
the
women
who
had
gone
to
her
making
had
descended
bandaged
to
the
family
vault
?
He
shivered
a
little
,
remembering
some
of
the
new
ideas
in
his
scientific
books
,
and
the
much-cited
instance
of
the
Kentucky
cave-fish
,
which
had
ceased
to
develop
eyes
because
they
had
no
use
for
them
.
What
if
,
when
he
had
bidden
May
Welland
to
open
hers
,
they
could
only
look
out
blankly
at
blankness
?
"
We
might
be
much
better
off
.
We
might
be
altogether
together
--
we
might
travel
.
"
Her
face
lit
up
.
"
That
would
be
lovely
,
"
she
owned
:
she
would
love
to
travel
.
But
her
mother
would
not
understand
their
wanting
to
do
things
so
differently
.
"
As
if
the
mere
'd
ifferently
'
did
n't
account
for
it
!
"
the
wooer
insisted
.
"
Newland
!
You
're
so
original
!
"
she
exulted.His
heart
sank
,
for
he
saw
that
he
was
saying
all
the
things
that
young
men
in
the
same
situation
were
expected
to
say
,
and
that
she
was
making
the
answers
that
instinct
and
tradition
taught
her
to
make
--
even
to
the
point
of
calling
him
original
.
"
Original
!
We
're
all
as
like
each
other
as
those
dolls
cut
out
of
the
same
folded
paper
.
We
're
like
patterns
stencilled
on
a
wall
.
Ca
n't
you
and
I
strike
out
for
ourselves
,
May
?
"
He
had
stopped
and
faced
her
in
the
excitement
of
their
discussion
,
and
her
eyes
rested
on
him
with
a
bright
unclouded
admiration
.
"
Mercy
--
shall
we
elope
?
"
she
laughed
.
"
If
you
would
--
"
"
You
DO
love
me
,
Newland
!
I
'm
so
happy
.
"
"
But
then
--
why
not
be
happier
?
"
"
We
ca
n't
behave
like
people
in
novels
,
though
,
can
we
?
"
"
Why
not
--
why
not
--
why
not
?
"
She
looked
a
little
bored
by
his
insistence
.
She
knew
very
well
that
they
could
n't
,
but
it
was
troublesome
to
have
to
produce
a
reason
.
"
I
'm
not
clever
enough
to
argue
with
you
.
But
that
kind
of
thing
is
rather
--
vulgar
,
is
n't
it
?
"
she
suggested
,
relieved
to
have
hit
on
a
word
that
would
assuredly
extinguish
the
whole
subject
.
"
Are
you
so
much
afraid
,
then
,
of
being
vulgar
?
"
She
was
evidently
staggered
by
this
.
"
Of
course
I
should
hate
it
--
so
would
you
,
"
she
rejoined
,
a
trifle
irritably.He
stood
silent
,
beating
his
stick
nervously
against
his
boot-top
;
and
feeling
that
she
had
indeed
found
the
right
way
of
closing
the
discussion
,
she
went
on
light-heartedly
:
"
Oh
,
did
I
tell
you
that
I
showed
Ellen
my
ring
?
She
thinks
it
the
most
beautiful
setting
she
ever
saw
.
There
's
nothing
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
from
the
office
where
he
exercised
the
profession
of
the
law
in
the
leisurely
manner
common
to
well-to-do
New
Yorkers
of
his
class
.
He
was
out
of
spirits
and
slightly
out
of
temper
,
and
a
haunting
horror
of
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
saw
the
familiar
tall-hatted
figures
lounging
behind
the
plate-glass
;
and
because
he
usually
dropped
in
at
the
club
at
that
hour
he
had
gone
home
instead
.
He
knew
not
only
what
they
were
likely
to
be
talking
about
,
but
the
part
each
one
would
take
in
the
discussion
.
The
Duke
of
course
would
be
their
principal
theme
;
though
the
appearance
in
Fifth
Avenue
of
a
golden-haired
lady
in
a
small
canary-coloured
brougham
with
a
pair
of
black
cobs
(
for
which
Beaufort
was
generally
thought
responsible
)
would
also
doubtless
be
thoroughly
gone
into
.
Such
"
women
"
(
as
they
were
called
)
were
few
in
New
York
,
those
driving
their
own
carriages
still
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.
Lovell
Mingott
's
,
and
the
latter
had
instantly
rung
the
little
bell
at
her
elbow
and
ordered
the
coachman
to
drive
her
home
.
"
What
if
it
had
happened
to
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
?
"
people
asked
each
other
with
a
shudder
.
Archer
could
hear
Lawrence
Lefferts
,
at
that
very
hour
,
holding
forth
on
the
disintegration
of
society.He
raised
his
head
irritably
when
his
sister
Janey
entered
,
and
then
quickly
bent
over
his
book
(
Swinburne
's
"
Chastelard
"
--
just
out
)
as
if
he
had
not
seen
her
.
She
glanced
at
the
writing-table
heaped
with
books
,
opened
a
volume
of
the
"
Contes
Drolatiques
,
"
made
a
wry
face
over
the
archaic
French
,
and
sighed
:
"
What
learned
things
you
read
!
"
"
Well
--
?
"
he
asked
,
as
she
hovered
Cassandra-like
before
him
.
"
Mother
's
very
angry
.
"
"
Angry
?
With
whom
?
About
what
?
"
"
Miss
Sophy
Jackson
has
just
been
here
.
She
brought
word
that
her
brother
would
come
in
after
dinner
:
she
could
n't
say
very
much
,
because
he
forbade
her
to
:
he
wishes
to
give
all
the
details
himself
.
He
's
with
cousin
Louisa
van
der
Luyden
now
.
"
"
For
heaven
's
sake
,
my
dear
girl
,
try
a
fresh
start
.
It
would
take
an
omniscient
Deity
to
know
what
you
're
talking
about
.
"
"
It
's
not
a
time
to
be
profane
,
Newland
...
Mother
feels
badly
enough
about
your
not
going
to
church
...
"
With
a
groan
he
plunged
back
into
his
book
.
"
NEWLAND
!
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
of
this
announcement
a
senseless
anger
swelled
the
young
man
's
breast
.
To
smother
it
he
laughed
.
"
Well
,
what
of
it
?
I
knew
she
meant
to
.
"
Janey
paled
and
her
eyes
began
to
project
.
"
You
knew
she
meant
to
--
and
you
did
n't
try
to
stop
her
?
To
warn
her
?
"
"
Stop
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
--
family
!
"
he
jeered
.
"
Newland
--
do
n't
you
care
about
Family
?
"
"
Not
a
brass
farthing
.
"
"
Nor
about
what
cousin
Louisa
van
der
Luyden
will
think
?
"
"
Not
the
half
of
one
--
if
she
thinks
such
old
maid
's
rubbish
.
"
"
Mother
is
not
an
old
maid
,
"
said
his
virgin
sister
with
pinched
lips.He
felt
like
shouting
back
:
"
Yes
,
she
is
,
and
so
are
the
van
der
Luydens
,
and
so
we
all
are
,
when
it
comes
to
being
so
much
as
brushed
by
the
wing-tip
of
Reality
.
"
But
he
saw
her
long
gentle
face
puckering
into
tears
,
and
felt
ashamed
of
the
useless
pain
he
was
inflicting
.
"
Hang
Countess
Olenska
!
Do
n't
be
a
goose
,
Janey
--
I
'm
not
her
keeper
.
"
"
No
;
but
you
DID
ask
the
Wellands
to
announce
your
engagement
sooner
so
that
we
might
all
back
her
up
;
and
if
it
had
n't
been
for
that
cousin
Louisa
would
never
have
invited
her
to
the
dinner
for
the
Duke
.
"
"
Well
--
what
harm
was
there
in
inviting
her
?
She
was
the
best-looking
woman
in
the
room
;
she
made
the
dinner
a
little
less
funereal
than
the
usual
van
der
Luyden
banquet
.
"
"
You
know
cousin
Henry
asked
her
to
please
you
:
he
persuaded
cousin
Louisa
.
And
now
they
're
so
upset
that
they
're
going
back
to
Skuytercliff
tomorrow
.
I
think
,
Newland
,
you
'd
better
come
down
.
You
do
n't
seem
to
understand
how
mother
feels
.
"
In
the
drawing-room
Newland
found
his
mother
.
She
raised
a
troubled
brow
from
her
needlework
to
ask
:
"
Has
Janey
told
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
tried
to
keep
his
tone
as
measured
as
her
own
.
"
But
I
ca
n't
take
it
very
seriously
.
"
"
Not
the
fact
of
having
offended
cousin
Louisa
and
cousin
Henry
?
"
"
The
fact
that
they
can
be
offended
by
such
a
trifle
as
Countess
Olenska
's
going
to
the
house
of
a
woman
they
consider
common
.
"
"
Consider
--
!
"
"
Well
,
who
is
;
but
who
has
good
music
,
and
amuses
people
on
Sunday
evenings
,
when
the
whole
of
New
York
is
dying
of
inanition
.
"
"
Good
music
?
All
I
know
is
,
there
was
a
woman
who
got
up
on
a
table
and
sang
the
things
they
sing
at
the
places
you
go
to
in
Paris
.
There
was
smoking
and
champagne
.
"
"
Well
--
that
kind
of
thing
happens
in
other
places
,
and
the
world
still
goes
on
.
"
"
I
do
n'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
society
here
is
not
as
brilliant
?
You
're
right
,
I
daresay
;
but
we
belong
here
,
and
people
should
respect
our
ways
when
they
come
among
us
.
Ellen
Olenska
especially
:
she
came
back
to
get
away
from
the
kind
of
life
people
lead
in
brilliant
societies
.
"
Newland
made
no
answer
,
and
after
a
moment
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
different
...
that
people
are
not
as
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
if
you
did
.
"
"
Dearest
mother
,
I
really
do
n't
see
how
we
're
concerned
in
the
matter
.
The
Duke
took
Madame
Olenska
to
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
real
culprit
is
under
their
own
roof
.
"
"
Quarrel
?
Newland
,
did
you
ever
know
of
cousin
Henry
's
quarrelling
?
Besides
,
the
Duke
's
his
guest
;
and
a
stranger
too
.
Strangers
do
n't
discriminate
:
how
should
they
?
Countess
Olenska
is
a
New
Yorker
,
and
should
have
respected
the
feelings
of
New
York
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
if
they
must
have
a
victim
,
you
have
my
leave
to
throw
Madame
Olenska
to
them
,
"
cried
her
son
,
exasperated
.
"
I
do
n't
see
myself
--
or
you
either
--
offering
ourselves
up
to
expiate
her
crimes
.
"
"
Oh
,
of
course
you
see
only
the
Mingott
side
,
"
his
mother
answered
,
in
the
sensitive
tone
that
was
her
nearest
approach
to
anger.The
sad
butler
drew
back
the
drawing-room
portieres
and
announced
:
"
Mr.
Henry
van
der
Luyden
.
"
Mrs.
Archer
dropped
her
needle
and
pushed
her
chair
back
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
der
Luyden
seemed
overwhelmed
by
the
announcement
.
He
drew
off
his
glove
to
shake
hands
with
the
ladies
,
and
smoothed
his
tall
hat
shyly
,
while
Janey
pushed
an
arm-chair
forward
,
and
Archer
continued
:
"
And
the
Countess
Olenska
.
"
Mrs.
Archer
paled
.
"
Ah
--
a
charming
woman
.
I
have
just
been
to
see
her
,
"
said
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
,
complacency
restored
to
his
brow
.
He
sank
into
the
chair
,
laid
his
hat
and
gloves
on
the
floor
beside
him
in
the
old-fashioned
way
,
and
went
on
:
"
She
has
a
real
gift
for
arranging
flowers
.
I
had
sent
her
a
few
carnations
from
Skuytercliff
,
and
I
was
astonished
.
Instead
of
massing
them
in
big
bunches
as
our
head-gardener
does
,
she
had
scattered
them
about
loosely
,
here
and
there
...
I
ca
n't
say
how
.
The
Duke
had
told
me
:
he
said
:
'
Go
and
see
how
cleverly
she
's
arranged
her
drawing-room
.
'
And
she
has
.
I
should
really
like
to
take
Louisa
to
see
her
,
if
the
neighbourhood
were
not
so
--
unpleasant
.
"
A
dead
silence
greeted
this
unusual
flow
of
words
from
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
.
Mrs.
Archer
drew
her
embroidery
out
of
the
basket
into
which
she
had
nervously
tumbled
it
,
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
of
the
second
lamp
.
"
The
fact
is
,
"
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
continued
,
stroking
his
long
grey
leg
with
a
bloodless
hand
weighed
down
by
the
Patroon
's
great
signet-ring
,
"
the
fact
is
,
I
dropped
in
to
thank
her
for
the
very
pretty
note
she
wrote
me
about
my
flowers
;
and
also
--
but
this
is
between
ourselves
,
of
course
--
to
give
her
a
friendly
warning
about
allowing
the
Duke
to
carry
her
off
to
parties
with
him
.
I
do
n't
know
if
you
've
heard
--
"
Mrs.
Archer
produced
an
indulgent
smile
.
"
Has
the
Duke
been
carrying
her
off
to
parties
?
"
"
You
know
what
these
English
grandees
are
.
They
're
all
alike
.
Louisa
and
I
are
very
fond
of
our
cousin
--
but
it
's
hopeless
to
expect
people
who
are
accustomed
to
the
European
courts
to
trouble
themselves
about
our
little
republican
distinctions
.
The
Duke
goes
where
he
's
amused
.
"
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
paused
,
but
no
one
spoke
.
"
Yes
--
it
seems
he
took
her
with
him
last
night
to
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
's
.
Sillerton
Jackson
has
just
been
to
us
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
,
you
know
--
how
we
feel
in
New
York
about
certain
things
.
I
felt
I
might
,
without
indelicacy
,
because
the
evening
she
dined
with
us
she
rather
suggested
...
rather
let
me
see
that
she
would
be
grateful
for
guidance
.
And
she
WAS
.
"
Mr
van
der
Luyden
looked
about
the
room
with
what
would
have
been
self-satisfaction
on
features
less
purged
of
the
vulgar
passions
.
On
his
face
it
became
a
mild
benevolence
which
Mrs.
Archer
's
countenance
dutifully
reflected
.
"
How
kind
you
both
are
,
dear
Henry
--
always
!
Newland
will
particularly
appreciate
what
you
have
done
because
of
dear
May
and
his
new
relations
.
"
She
shot
an
admonitory
glance
at
her
son
,
who
said
:
"
Immensely
,
sir
.
But
I
was
sure
you
'd
like
Madame
Olenska
.
"
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
looked
at
him
with
extreme
gentleness
.
"
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
clock
he
rose
and
added
:
"
But
Louisa
will
be
waiting
.
We
are
dining
early
,
to
take
the
Duke
to
the
Opera
.
"
After
the
portieres
had
solemnly
closed
behind
their
visitor
a
silence
fell
upon
the
Archer
family
.
"
Gracious
--
how
romantic
!
"
at
last
broke
explosively
from
Janey
.
No
one
knew
exactly
what
inspired
her
elliptic
comments
,
and
her
relations
had
long
since
given
up
trying
to
interpret
them.Mrs
.
Archer
shook
her
head
with
a
sigh
.
"
Provided
it
all
turns
out
for
the
best
,
"
she
said
,
in
the
tone
of
one
who
knows
how
surely
it
will
not
.
"
Newland
,
you
must
stay
and
see
Sillerton
Jackson
when
he
comes
this
evening
:
I
really
sha
n't
know
what
to
say
to
him
.
"
"
Poor
mother
!
But
he
wo
n't
come
--
"
her
son
laughed
,
stooping
to
kiss
away
her
frown
.
Some
two
weeks
later
,
Newland
Archer
,
sitting
in
abstracted
idleness
in
his
private
compartment
of
the
office
of
Letterblair
,
Lamson
and
Low
,
attorneys
at
law
,
was
summoned
by
the
head
of
the
firm.Old
Mr.
Letterblair
,
the
accredited
legal
adviser
of
three
generations
of
New
York
gentility
,
throned
behind
his
mahogany
desk
in
evident
perplexity
.
As
he
stroked
his
closeclipped
white
whiskers
and
ran
his
hand
through
the
rumpled
grey
locks
above
his
jutting
brows
,
his
disrespectful
junior
partner
thought
how
much
he
looked
like
the
Family
Physician
annoyed
with
a
patient
whose
symptoms
refuse
to
be
classified
.
"
My
dear
sir
--
"
he
always
addressed
Archer
as
"
sir
"
--
"
I
have
sent
for
you
to
go
into
a
little
matter
;
a
matter
which
,
for
the
moment
,
I
prefer
not
to
mention
either
to
Mr.
Skipworth
or
Mr.
Redwood
.
"
The
gentlemen
he
spoke
of
were
the
other
senior
partners
of
the
firm
;
for
,
as
was
always
the
case
with
legal
associations
of
old
standing
in
New
York
,
all
the
partners
named
on
the
office
letter-head
were
long
since
dead
;
and
Mr.
Letterblair
,
for
example
,
was
,
professionally
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.
Letterblair
with
an
explanatory
smile
and
bow
.
"
Mrs.
Manson
Mingott
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
.
