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"
Mistakes
are
always
easy
to
make
;
but
if
I
had
made
one
of
the
kind
you
suggest
,
is
it
likely
that
I
should
be
imploring
you
to
hasten
our
marriage
?
"
She
looked
downward
too
,
disturbing
the
pattern
with
the
point
of
her
sunshade
while
she
struggled
for
expression
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
at
length
.
"
You
might
want
--
once
for
all
--
to
settle
the
question
:
it
's
one
way
.
"
Her
quiet
lucidity
startled
him
,
but
did
not
mislead
him
into
thinking
her
insensible
.
Under
her
hat-brim
he
saw
the
pallor
of
her
profile
,
and
a
slight
tremor
of
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
make
playful.She
dropped
back
into
her
seat
and
went
on
:
"
You
must
n't
think
that
a
girl
knows
as
little
as
her
parents
imagine
.
One
hears
and
one
notices
--
one
has
one
's
feelings
and
ideas
.
And
of
course
,
long
before
you
told
me
that
you
cared
for
me
,
I
'd
known
that
there
was
some
one
else
you
were
interested
in
;
every
one
was
talking
about
it
two
years
ago
at
Newport
.
And
once
I
saw
you
sitting
together
on
the
verandah
at
a
dance
--
and
when
she
came
back
into
the
house
her
face
was
sad
,
and
I
felt
sorry
for
her
;
I
remembered
it
afterward
,
when
we
were
engaged
.
"
Her
voice
had
sunk
almost
to
a
whisper
,
and
she
sat
clasping
and
unclasping
her
hands
about
the
handle
of
her
sunshade
.
The
young
man
laid
his
upon
them
with
a
gentle
pressure
;
his
heart
dilated
with
an
inexpressible
relief
.
"
My
dear
child
--
was
THAT
it
?
If
you
only
knew
the
truth
!
"
She
raised
her
head
quickly
.
"
Then
there
is
a
truth
I
do
n't
know
?
"
He
kept
his
hand
over
hers
.
"
I
meant
,
the
truth
about
the
old
story
you
speak
of
.
"
"
But
that
's
what
I
want
to
know
,
Newland
--
what
I
ought
to
know
.
I
could
n't
have
my
happiness
made
out
of
a
wrong
--
an
unfairness
--
to
somebody
else
.
And
I
want
to
believe
that
it
would
be
the
same
with
you
.
What
sort
of
a
life
could
we
build
on
such
foundations
?
"
Her
face
had
taken
on
a
look
of
such
tragic
courage
that
he
felt
like
bowing
himself
down
at
her
feet
.
"
I
've
wanted
to
say
this
for
a
long
time
,
"
she
went
on
.
"
I
've
wanted
to
tell
you
that
,
when
two
people
really
love
each
other
,
I
understand
that
there
may
be
situations
which
make
it
right
that
they
should
--
should
go
against
public
opinion
.
And
if
you
feel
yourself
in
any
way
pledged
...
pledged
to
the
person
we
've
spoken
of
...
and
if
there
is
any
way
...
any
way
in
which
you
can
fulfill
your
pledge
...
even
by
her
getting
a
divorce
...
Newland
,
do
n't
give
her
up
because
of
me
!
"
His
surprise
at
discovering
that
her
fears
had
fastened
upon
an
episode
so
remote
and
so
completely
of
the
past
as
his
love-affair
with
Mrs.
Thorley
Rushworth
gave
way
to
wonder
at
the
generosity
of
her
view
.
There
was
something
superhuman
in
an
attitude
so
recklessly
unorthodox
,
and
if
other
problems
had
not
pressed
on
him
he
would
have
been
lost
in
wonder
at
the
prodigy
of
the
Wellands
'
daughter
urging
him
to
marry
his
former
mistress
.
But
he
was
still
dizzy
with
the
glimpse
of
the
precipice
they
had
skirted
,
and
full
of
a
new
awe
at
the
mystery
of
young-girlhood
.
For
a
moment
he
could
not
speak
;
then
he
said
:
"
There
is
no
pledge
--
no
obligation
whatever
--
of
the
kind
you
think
Such
cases
do
n't
always
--
present
themselves
quite
as
simply
as
...
But
that
's
no
matter
...
I
love
your
generosity
,
because
I
feel
as
you
do
about
those
things
...
I
feel
that
each
case
must
be
judged
individually
,
on
its
own
merits
...
irrespective
of
stupid
conventionalities
...
I
mean
,
each
woman
's
right
to
her
liberty
--
"
He
pulled
himself
up
,
startled
by
the
turn
his
thoughts
had
taken
,
and
went
on
,
looking
at
her
with
a
smile
:
"
Since
you
understand
so
many
things
,
dearest
,
ca
n't
you
go
a
little
farther
,
and
understand
the
uselessness
of
our
submitting
to
another
form
of
the
same
foolish
conventionalities
?
If
there
's
no
one
and
nothing
between
us
,
is
n't
that
an
argument
for
marrying
quickly
,
rather
than
for
more
delay
?
"
She
flushed
with
joy
and
lifted
her
face
to
his
;
as
he
bent
to
it
he
saw
that
her
eyes
were
full
of
happy
tears
.
But
in
another
moment
she
seemed
to
have
descended
from
her
womanly
eminence
to
helpless
and
timorous
girlhood
;
and
he
understood
that
her
courage
and
initiative
were
all
for
others
,
and
that
she
had
none
for
herself
.
It
was
evident
that
the
effort
of
speaking
had
been
much
greater
than
her
studied
composure
betrayed
,
and
that
at
his
first
word
of
reassurance
she
had
dropped
back
into
the
usual
,
as
a
too-adventurous
child
takes
refuge
in
its
mother
's
arms.Archer
had
no
heart
to
go
on
pleading
with
her
;
he
was
too
much
disappointed
at
the
vanishing
of
the
new
being
who
had
cast
that
one
deep
look
at
him
from
her
transparent
eyes
.
May
seemed
to
be
aware
of
his
disappointment
,
but
without
knowing
how
to
alleviate
it
;
and
they
stood
up
and
walked
silently
home
.
"
Your
cousin
the
Countess
called
on
mother
while
you
were
away
,
"
Janey
Archer
announced
to
her
brother
on
the
evening
of
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
being
forgotten
by
it
;
and
Newland
guessed
that
she
was
slightly
annoyed
that
he
should
be
surprised
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
stylishly
dressed
,
"
Janey
continued
.
"
She
came
alone
,
early
on
Sunday
afternoon
;
luckily
the
fire
was
lit
in
the
drawing-room
.
She
had
one
of
those
new
card-cases
.
She
said
she
wanted
to
know
us
because
you
'd
been
so
good
to
her
.
"
Newland
laughed
.
"
Madame
Olenska
always
takes
that
tone
about
her
friends
.
She
's
very
happy
at
being
among
her
own
people
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
certainly
lays
herself
out
to
please
,
even
when
she
is
calling
on
an
old
lady
.
"
"
Mother
does
n'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
many
messages
for
old
Mrs.
Mingott
;
and
a
day
or
two
after
his
return
to
town
he
called
on
her
.
The
old
lady
received
him
with
unusual
warmth
;
she
was
grateful
to
him
for
persuading
the
Countess
Olenska
to
give
up
the
idea
of
a
divorce
;
and
when
he
told
her
that
he
had
deserted
the
office
without
leave
,
and
rushed
down
to
St.
Augustine
simply
because
he
wanted
to
see
May
,
she
gave
an
adipose
chuckle
and
patted
his
knee
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
of
the
world
had
come
?
But
little
May
--
she
knew
better
,
I
'll
be
bound
?
"
"
I
hoped
she
did
;
but
after
all
she
would
n't
agree
to
what
I
'd
gone
down
to
ask
for
.
"
"
Would
n't
she
indeed
?
And
what
was
that
?
"
"
I
wanted
to
get
her
to
promise
that
we
should
be
married
in
April
.
What
's
the
use
of
our
wasting
another
year
?
"
Mrs.
Manson
Mingott
screwed
up
her
little
mouth
into
a
grimace
of
mimic
prudery
and
twinkled
at
him
through
malicious
lids
.
"
'
Ask
Mamma
,
'
I
suppose
--
the
usual
story
.
Ah
,
these
Mingotts
--
all
alike
!
Born
in
a
rut
,
and
you
ca
n't
root
'em
out
of
it
.
When
I
built
this
house
you
'd
have
thought
I
was
moving
to
California
!
Nobody
ever
HAD
built
above
Fortieth
Street
--
no
,
says
I
,
nor
above
the
Battery
either
,
before
Christopher
Columbus
discovered
America
.
No
,
no
;
not
one
of
them
wants
to
be
different
;
they
're
as
scared
of
it
as
the
small-pox
.
Ah
,
my
dear
Mr.
Archer
,
I
thank
my
stars
I
'm
nothing
but
a
vulgar
Spicer
;
but
there
's
not
one
of
my
own
children
that
takes
after
me
but
my
little
Ellen
.
"
She
broke
off
,
still
twinkling
at
him
,
and
asked
,
with
the
casual
irrelevance
of
old
age
:
"
Now
,
why
in
the
world
did
n't
you
marry
my
little
Ellen
?
"
Archer
laughed
.
"
For
one
thing
,
she
was
n't
there
to
be
married
.
"
"
No
--
to
be
sure
;
more
's
the
pity
.
And
now
it
's
too
late
;
her
life
is
finished
.
"
She
spoke
with
the
cold-blooded
complacency
of
the
aged
throwing
earth
into
the
grave
of
young
hopes
.
The
young
man
's
heart
grew
chill
,
and
he
said
hurriedly
:
"
Ca
n't
I
persuade
you
to
use
your
influence
with
the
Wellands
,
Mrs.
Mingott
?
I
was
n't
made
for
long
engagements
.
"
Old
Catherine
beamed
on
him
approvingly
.
"
No
;
I
can
see
that
.
You
've
got
a
quick
eye
.
When
you
were
a
little
boy
I
've
no
doubt
you
liked
to
be
helped
first
.
"
She
threw
back
her
head
with
a
laugh
that
made
her
chins
ripple
like
little
waves
.
"
Ah
,
here
's
my
Ellen
now
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
as
the
portieres
parted
behind
her.Madame
Olenska
came
forward
with
a
smile
.
Her
face
looked
vivid
and
happy
,
and
she
held
out
her
hand
gaily
to
Archer
while
she
stooped
to
her
grandmother
's
kiss
.
"
I
was
just
saying
to
him
,
my
dear
:
'N
ow
,
why
did
n't
you
marry
my
little
Ellen
?
'
"
Madame
Olenska
looked
at
Archer
,
still
smiling
.
"
And
what
did
he
answer
?
"
"
Oh
,
my
darling
,
I
leave
you
to
find
that
out
!
He
's
been
down
to
Florida
to
see
his
sweetheart
.
"
"
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
her
from
St.
Augustine
.
"
And
of
course
once
you
were
there
you
never
thought
of
me
again
!
"
She
continued
to
beam
on
him
with
a
gaiety
that
might
have
been
a
studied
assumption
of
indifference
.
"
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-tied
and
constrained
.
"
Look
at
him
--
in
such
hot
haste
to
get
married
that
he
took
French
leave
and
rushed
down
to
implore
the
silly
girl
on
his
knees
!
That
's
something
like
a
lover
--
that
's
the
way
handsome
Bob
Spicer
carried
off
my
poor
mother
;
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
kept
any
of
their
wicked
blood
;
the
rest
of
them
are
all
model
Mingotts
,
"
cried
the
old
lady
scornfully.Archer
was
aware
that
Madame
Olenska
,
who
had
seated
herself
at
her
grandmother
's
side
,
was
still
thoughtfully
scrutinising
him
.
The
gaiety
had
faded
from
her
eyes
,
and
she
said
with
great
gentleness
:
"
Surely
,
Granny
,
we
can
persuade
them
between
us
to
do
as
he
wishes
.
"
Archer
rose
to
go
,
and
as
his
hand
met
Madame
Olenska
's
he
felt
that
she
was
waiting
for
him
to
make
some
allusion
to
her
unanswered
letter
.
"
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
if
you
want
to
see
the
little
house
again
.
I
am
moving
next
week
.
"
A
pang
shot
through
him
at
the
memory
of
his
lamplit
hours
in
the
low-studded
drawing-room
.
Few
as
they
had
been
,
they
were
thick
with
memories
.
"
Tomorrow
evening
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
Tomorrow
;
yes
;
but
early
.
I
'm
going
out
.
"
The
next
day
was
a
Sunday
,
and
if
she
were
"
going
out
"
on
a
Sunday
evening
it
could
,
of
course
,
be
only
to
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
's
.
He
felt
a
slight
movement
of
annoyance
,
not
so
much
at
her
going
there
(
for
he
rather
liked
her
going
where
she
pleased
in
spite
of
the
van
der
Luydens
)
,
but
because
it
was
the
kind
of
house
at
which
she
was
sure
to
meet
Beaufort
,
where
she
must
have
known
beforehand
that
she
would
meet
him
--
and
where
she
was
probably
going
for
that
purpose
.
"
Very
well
;
tomorrow
evening
,
"
he
repeated
,
inwardly
resolved
that
he
would
not
go
early
,
and
that
by
reaching
her
door
late
he
would
either
prevent
her
from
going
to
Mrs.
Struthers
's
,
or
else
arrive
after
she
had
started
--
which
,
all
things
considered
,
would
no
doubt
be
the
simplest
solution.It
was
only
half-past
eight
,
after
all
,
when
he
rang
the
bell
under
the
wisteria
;
not
as
late
as
he
had
intended
by
half
an
hour
--
but
a
singular
restlessness
had
driven
him
to
her
door
.
He
reflected
,
however
,
that
Mrs.
Struthers
's
Sunday
evenings
were
not
like
a
ball
,
and
that
her
guests
,
as
if
to
minimise
their
delinquency
,
usually
went
early.The
one
thing
he
had
not
counted
on
,
in
entering
Madame
Olenska
's
hall
,
was
to
find
hats
and
overcoats
there
.
Why
had
she
bidden
him
to
come
early
if
she
was
having
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
seen
under
a
polite
roof
;
and
it
took
but
a
glance
to
assure
himself
that
neither
of
them
belonged
to
Julius
Beaufort
.
One
was
a
shaggy
yellow
ulster
of
"
reach-me-down
"
cut
,
the
other
a
very
old
and
rusty
cloak
with
a
cape
--
something
like
what
the
French
called
a
"
Macfarlane
.
"
This
garment
,
which
appeared
to
be
made
for
a
person
of
prodigious
size
,
had
evidently
seen
long
and
hard
wear
,
and
its
greenish-black
folds
gave
out
a
moist
sawdusty
smell
suggestive
of
prolonged
sessions
against
bar-room
walls
.
On
it
lay
a
ragged
grey
scarf
and
an
odd
felt
hat
of
semiclerical
shape.Archer
raised
his
eyebrows
enquiringly
at
Nastasia
,
who
raised
hers
in
return
with
a
fatalistic
"
Gia
!
"
as
she
threw
open
the
drawing-room
door.The
young
man
saw
at
once
that
his
hostess
was
not
in
the
room
;
then
,
with
surprise
,
he
discovered
another
lady
standing
by
the
fire
.
This
lady
,
who
was
long
,
lean
and
loosely
put
together
,
was
clad
in
raiment
intricately
looped
and
fringed
,
with
plaids
and
stripes
and
bands
of
plain
colour
disposed
in
a
design
to
which
the
clue
seemed
missing
.
Her
hair
,
which
had
tried
to
turn
white
and
only
succeeded
in
fading
,
was
surmounted
by
a
Spanish
comb
and
black
lace
scarf
,
and
silk
mittens
,
visibly
darned
,
covered
her
rheumatic
hands
.
Beside
her
,
in
a
cloud
of
cigar-smoke
,
stood
the
owners
of
the
two
overcoats
,
both
in
morning
clothes
that
they
had
evidently
not
taken
off
since
morning
.
In
one
of
the
two
,
Archer
,
to
his
surprise
,
recognised
Ned
Winsett
;
the
other
and
older
,
who
was
unknown
to
him
,
and
whose
gigantic
frame
declared
him
to
be
the
wearer
of
the
"
Macfarlane
,
"
had
a
feebly
leonine
head
with
crumpled
grey
hair
,
and
moved
his
arms
with
large
pawing
gestures
,
as
though
he
were
distributing
lay
blessings
to
a
kneeling
multitude.These
three
persons
stood
together
on
the
hearth-rug
,
their
eyes
fixed
on
an
extraordinarily
large
bouquet
of
crimson
roses
,
with
a
knot
of
purple
pansies
at
their
base
,
that
lay
on
the
sofa
where
Madame
Olenska
usually
sat
.
"
What
they
must
have
cost
at
this
season
--
though
of
course
it
's
the
sentiment
one
cares
about
!
"
the
lady
was
saying
in
a
sighing
staccato
as
Archer
came
in.The
three
turned
with
surprise
at
his
appearance
,
and
the
lady
,
advancing
,
held
out
her
hand
.
"
Dear
Mr.
Archer
--
almost
my
cousin
Newland
!
"
she
said
.
"
I
am
the
Marchioness
Manson
.
"
Archer
bowed
,
and
she
continued
:
"
My
Ellen
has
taken
me
in
for
a
few
days
.
I
came
from
Cuba
,
where
I
have
been
spending
the
winter
with
Spanish
friends
--
such
delightful
distinguished
people
:
the
highest
nobility
of
old
Castile
--
how
I
wish
you
could
know
them
!
But
I
was
called
away
by
our
dear
great
friend
here
,
Dr.
Carver
.
You
do
n't
know
Dr.
Agathon
Carver
,
founder
of
the
Valley
of
Love
Community
?
"
Dr.
