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She
insists
all
the
more
on
the
long
engagement
,
to
give
me
time
--
"
"
Time
to
give
her
up
for
the
other
woman
?
"
"
If
I
want
to
.
"
Madame
Olenska
leaned
toward
the
fire
and
gazed
into
it
with
fixed
eyes
.
Down
the
quiet
street
Archer
heard
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
do
n't
care
for
any
one
else
?
"
"
Because
I
do
n't
mean
to
marry
any
one
else
.
"
"
Ah
.
"
There
was
another
long
interval
.
At
length
she
looked
up
at
him
and
asked
:
"
This
other
woman
--
does
she
love
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
there
's
no
other
woman
;
I
mean
,
the
person
that
May
was
thinking
of
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
's
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
She
smiled
and
added
:
"
I
must
go
where
I
am
invited
,
or
I
should
be
too
lonely
.
Why
not
come
with
me
?
"
Archer
felt
that
at
any
cost
he
must
keep
her
beside
him
,
must
make
her
give
him
the
rest
of
her
evening
.
Ignoring
her
question
,
he
continued
to
lean
against
the
chimney-piece
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
hand
in
which
she
held
her
gloves
and
fan
,
as
if
watching
to
see
if
he
had
the
power
to
make
her
drop
them
.
"
May
guessed
the
truth
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
is
another
woman
--
but
not
the
one
she
thinks
.
"
Ellen
Olenska
made
no
answer
,
and
did
not
move
.
After
a
moment
he
sat
down
beside
her
,
and
,
taking
her
hand
,
softly
unclasped
it
,
so
that
the
gloves
and
fan
fell
on
the
sofa
between
them.She
started
up
,
and
freeing
herself
from
him
moved
away
to
the
other
side
of
the
hearth
.
"
Ah
,
do
n't
make
love
to
me
!
Too
many
people
have
done
that
,
"
she
said
,
frowning.Archer
,
changing
colour
,
stood
up
also
:
it
was
the
bitterest
rebuke
she
could
have
given
him
.
"
I
have
never
made
love
to
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
never
shall
.
But
you
are
the
woman
I
would
have
married
if
it
had
been
possible
for
either
of
us
.
"
"
Possible
for
either
of
us
?
"
She
looked
at
him
with
unfeigned
astonishment
.
"
And
you
say
that
--
when
it
's
you
who
've
made
it
impossible
?
"
He
stared
at
her
,
groping
in
a
blackness
through
which
a
single
arrow
of
light
tore
its
blinding
way
.
"
I
'VE
made
it
impossible
--
?
"
"
You
,
you
,
YOU
!
"
she
cried
,
her
lip
trembling
like
a
child
's
on
the
verge
of
tears
.
"
Is
n't
it
you
who
made
me
give
up
divorcing
--
give
it
up
because
you
showed
me
how
selfish
and
wicked
it
was
,
how
one
must
sacrifice
one
's
self
to
preserve
the
dignity
of
marriage
...
and
to
spare
one
's
family
the
publicity
,
the
scandal
?
And
because
my
family
was
going
to
be
your
family
--
for
May
's
sake
and
for
yours
--
I
did
what
you
told
me
,
what
you
proved
to
me
that
I
ought
to
do
.
Ah
,
"
she
broke
out
with
a
sudden
laugh
,
"
I
've
made
no
secret
of
having
done
it
for
you
!
"
She
sank
down
on
the
sofa
again
,
crouching
among
the
festive
ripples
of
her
dress
like
a
stricken
masquerader
;
and
the
young
man
stood
by
the
fireplace
and
continued
to
gaze
at
her
without
moving
.
"
Good
God
,
"
he
groaned
.
"
When
I
thought
--
"
"
You
thought
?
"
"
Ah
,
do
n't
ask
me
what
I
thought
!
"
Still
looking
at
her
,
he
saw
the
same
burning
flush
creep
up
her
neck
to
her
face
.
She
sat
upright
,
facing
him
with
a
rigid
dignity
.
"
I
do
ask
you
.
"
"
Well
,
then
:
there
were
things
in
that
letter
you
asked
me
to
read
--
"
"
My
husband
's
letter
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
had
nothing
to
fear
from
that
letter
:
absolutely
nothing
!
All
I
feared
was
to
bring
notoriety
,
scandal
,
on
the
family
--
on
you
and
May
.
"
"
Good
God
,
"
he
groaned
again
,
bowing
his
face
in
his
hands.The
silence
that
followed
lay
on
them
with
the
weight
of
things
final
and
irrevocable
.
It
seemed
to
Archer
to
be
crushing
him
down
like
his
own
grave-stone
;
in
all
the
wide
future
he
saw
nothing
that
would
ever
lift
that
load
from
his
heart
.
He
did
not
move
from
his
place
,
or
raise
his
head
from
his
hands
;
his
hidden
eyeballs
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
where
he
supposed
that
she
still
crouched
,
he
heard
a
faint
stifled
crying
like
a
child
's
.
He
started
up
and
came
to
her
side
.
"
Ellen
!
What
madness
!
Why
are
you
crying
?
Nothing
's
done
that
ca
n't
be
undone
.
I
'm
still
free
,
and
you
're
going
to
be
.
"
He
had
her
in
his
arms
,
her
face
like
a
wet
flower
at
his
lips
,
and
all
their
vain
terrors
shrivelling
up
like
ghosts
at
sunrise
.
The
one
thing
that
astonished
him
now
was
that
he
should
have
stood
for
five
minutes
arguing
with
her
across
the
width
of
the
room
,
when
just
touching
her
made
everything
so
simple
.
She
gave
him
back
all
his
kiss
,
but
after
a
moment
he
felt
her
stiffening
in
his
arms
,
and
she
put
him
aside
and
stood
up
.
"
Ah
,
my
poor
Newland
--
I
suppose
this
had
to
be
.
But
it
does
n't
in
the
least
alter
things
,
"
she
said
,
looking
down
at
him
in
her
turn
from
the
hearth
.
"
It
alters
the
whole
of
life
for
me
.
"
"
No
,
no
--
it
must
n't
,
it
ca
n'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
of
thing
.
We
've
no
right
to
lie
to
other
people
or
to
ourselves
.
We
wo
n't
talk
of
your
marriage
;
but
do
you
see
me
marrying
May
after
this
?
"
She
stood
silent
,
resting
her
thin
elbows
on
the
mantelpiece
,
her
profile
reflected
in
the
glass
behind
her
.
One
of
the
locks
of
her
chignon
had
become
loosened
and
hung
on
her
neck
;
she
looked
haggard
and
almost
old
.
"
I
do
n't
see
you
,
"
she
said
at
length
,
"
putting
that
question
to
May
.
Do
you
?
"
He
gave
a
reckless
shrug
.
"
It
's
too
late
to
do
anything
else
.
"
"
You
say
that
because
it
's
the
easiest
thing
to
say
at
this
moment
--
not
because
it
's
true
.
In
reality
it
's
too
late
to
do
anything
but
what
we
'd
both
decided
on
.
"
"
Ah
,
I
do
n't
understand
you
!
"
She
forced
a
pitiful
smile
that
pinched
her
face
instead
of
smoothing
it
.
"
You
do
n't
understand
because
you
have
n't
yet
guessed
how
you
've
changed
things
for
me
:
oh
,
from
the
first
--
long
before
I
knew
all
you
'd
done
.
"
"
All
I
'd
done
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
was
perfectly
unconscious
at
first
that
people
here
were
shy
of
me
--
that
they
thought
I
was
a
dreadful
sort
of
person
.
It
seems
they
had
even
refused
to
meet
me
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
engagement
at
the
Beaufort
ball
,
so
that
I
might
have
two
families
to
stand
by
me
instead
of
one
--
"
At
that
he
broke
into
a
laugh
.
"
Just
imagine
,
"
she
said
,
"
how
stupid
and
unobservant
I
was
!
I
knew
nothing
of
all
this
till
Granny
blurted
it
out
one
day
.
New
York
simply
meant
peace
and
freedom
to
me
:
it
was
coming
home
.
And
I
was
so
happy
at
being
among
my
own
people
that
every
one
I
met
seemed
kind
and
good
,
and
glad
to
see
me
.
But
from
the
very
beginning
,
"
she
continued
,
"
I
felt
there
was
no
one
as
kind
as
you
;
no
one
who
gave
me
reasons
that
I
understood
for
doing
what
at
first
seemed
so
hard
and
--
unnecessary
.
The
very
good
people
did
n't
convince
me
;
I
felt
they
'd
never
been
tempted
.
But
you
knew
;
you
understood
;
you
had
felt
the
world
outside
tugging
at
one
with
all
its
golden
hands
--
and
yet
you
hated
the
things
it
asks
of
one
;
you
hated
happiness
bought
by
disloyalty
and
cruelty
and
indifference
.
That
was
what
I
'd
never
known
before
--
and
it
's
better
than
anything
I
've
known
.
"
She
spoke
in
a
low
even
voice
,
without
tears
or
visible
agitation
;
and
each
word
,
as
it
dropped
from
her
,
fell
into
his
breast
like
burning
lead
.
He
sat
bowed
over
,
his
head
between
his
hands
,
staring
at
the
hearthrug
,
and
at
the
tip
of
the
satin
shoe
that
showed
under
her
dress
.
Suddenly
he
knelt
down
and
kissed
the
shoe.She
bent
over
him
,
laying
her
hands
on
his
shoulders
,
and
looking
at
him
with
eyes
so
deep
that
he
remained
motionless
under
her
gaze
.
"
Ah
,
do
n't
let
us
undo
what
you
've
done
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
ca
n't
go
back
now
to
that
other
way
of
thinking
.
I
ca
n't
love
you
unless
I
give
you
up
.
"
His
arms
were
yearning
up
to
her
;
but
she
drew
away
,
and
they
remained
facing
each
other
,
divided
by
the
distance
that
her
words
had
created
.
Then
,
abruptly
,
his
anger
overflowed
.
"
And
Beaufort
?
Is
he
to
replace
me
?
"
As
the
words
sprang
out
he
was
prepared
for
an
answering
flare
of
anger
;
and
he
would
have
welcomed
it
as
fuel
for
his
own
.
But
Madame
Olenska
only
grew
a
shade
paler
,
and
stood
with
her
arms
hanging
down
before
her
,
and
her
head
slightly
bent
,
as
her
way
was
when
she
pondered
a
question
.
"
He
's
waiting
for
you
now
at
Mrs.
Struthers
's
;
why
do
n't
you
go
to
him
?
"
Archer
sneered.She
turned
to
ring
the
bell
.
"
I
shall
not
go
out
this
evening
;
tell
the
carriage
to
go
and
fetch
the
Signora
Marchesa
,
"
she
said
when
the
maid
came.After
the
door
had
closed
again
Archer
continued
to
look
at
her
with
bitter
eyes
.
"
Why
this
sacrifice
?
Since
you
tell
me
that
you
're
lonely
I
've
no
right
to
keep
you
from
your
friends
.
"
She
smiled
a
little
under
her
wet
lashes
.
"
I
sha
n't
be
lonely
now
.
I
WAS
lonely
;
I
WAS
afraid
.
But
the
emptiness
and
the
darkness
are
gone
;
when
I
turn
back
into
myself
now
I
'm
like
a
child
going
at
night
into
a
room
where
there
's
always
a
light
.
"
Her
tone
and
her
look
still
enveloped
her
in
a
soft
inaccessibility
,
and
Archer
groaned
out
again
:
"
I
do
n't
understand
you
!
"
"
Yet
you
understand
May
!
"
He
reddened
under
the
retort
,
but
kept
his
eyes
on
her
.
"
May
is
ready
to
give
me
up
.
"
"
What
!
Three
days
after
you
've
entreated
her
on
your
knees
to
hasten
your
marriage
?
"
"
She
's
refused
;
that
gives
me
the
right
--
"
"
Ah
,
you
've
taught
me
what
an
ugly
word
that
is
,
"
she
said.He
turned
away
with
a
sense
of
utter
weariness
.
He
felt
as
though
he
had
been
struggling
for
hours
up
the
face
of
a
steep
precipice
,
and
now
,
just
as
he
had
fought
his
way
to
the
top
,
his
hold
had
given
way
and
he
was
pitching
down
headlong
into
darkness.If
he
could
have
got
her
in
his
arms
again
he
might
have
swept
away
her
arguments
;
but
she
still
held
him
at
a
distance
by
something
inscrutably
aloof
in
her
look
and
attitude
,
and
by
his
own
awed
sense
of
her
sincerity
.
At
length
he
began
to
plead
again
.
"
If
we
do
this
now
it
will
be
worse
afterward
--
worse
for
every
one
--
"
"
No
--
no
--
no
!
"
she
almost
screamed
,
as
if
he
frightened
her.At
that
moment
the
bell
sent
a
long
tinkle
through
the
house
.
They
had
heard
no
carriage
stopping
at
the
door
,
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
,
"
Nastasia
said
,
smoothing
her
apron
.
"
She
thought
it
was
her
signor
marito
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
the
door
had
closed
again
,
she
handed
the
telegram
to
Archer.It
was
dated
from
St.
Augustine
,
and
addressed
to
the
Countess
Olenska
.
In
it
he
read
:
"
Granny
's
telegram
successful
.
Papa
and
Mamma
agree
marriage
after
Easter
.
Am
telegraphing
Newland
.
Am
too
happy
for
words
and
love
you
dearly
.
Your
grateful
May
.
"
Half
an
hour
later
,
when
Archer
unlocked
his
own
front-door
,
he
found
a
similar
envelope
on
the
hall-table
on
top
of
his
pile
of
notes
and
letters
.
The
message
inside
the
envelope
was
also
from
May
Welland
,
and
ran
as
follows
:
"
Parents
consent
wedding
Tuesday
after
Easter
at
twelve
Grace
Church
eight
bridesmaids
please
see
Rector
so
happy
love
May
.
"
Archer
crumpled
up
the
yellow
sheet
as
if
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
of
the
little
hall-room
which
served
Janey
as
a
dressing-room
and
boudoir
,
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
telegram
?
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
is
Easter
this
year
?
"
She
looked
shocked
at
such
unchristian
ignorance
.
"
Easter
?
Newland
!
Why
,
of
course
,
the
first
week
in
April
.
Why
?
"
"
The
first
week
?
"
He
turned
again
to
the
pages
of
his
diary
,
calculating
rapidly
under
his
breath
.
"
The
first
week
,
did
you
say
?
"
He
threw
back
his
head
with
a
long
laugh
"
For
mercy
's
sake
what
's
the
matter
?
"
"
Nothing
's
the
matter
,
except
that
I
'm
going
to
be
married
in
a
month
.
"
Janey
fell
upon
his
neck
and
pressed
him
to
her
purple
flannel
breast
.
"
Oh
Newland
,
how
wonderful
!
I
'm
so
glad
!
But
,
dearest
,
why
do
you
keep
on
laughing
?
Do
hush
,
or
you
'll
wake
Mamma
.
"
The
day
was
fresh
,
with
a
lively
spring
wind
full
of
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
almost
smothered
the
faint
spring
scent
of
the
lilies
banking
the
altar.Newland
Archer
,
at
a
signal
from
the
sexton
,
had
come
out
of
the
vestry
and
placed
himself
with
his
best
man
on
the
chancel
step
of
Grace
Church.The
signal
meant
that
the
brougham
bearing
the
bride
and
her
father
was
in
sight
;
but
there
was
sure
to
be
a
considerable
interval
of
adjustment
and
consultation
in
the
lobby
,
where
the
bridesmaids
were
already
hovering
like
a
cluster
of
Easter
blossoms
.
During
this
unavoidable
lapse
of
time
the
bridegroom
,
in
proof
of
his
eagerness
,
was
expected
to
expose
himself
alone
to
the
gaze
of
the
assembled
company
;
and
Archer
had
gone
through
this
formality
as
resignedly
as
through
all
the
others
which
made
of
a
nineteenth
century
New
York
wedding
a
rite
that
seemed
to
belong
to
the
dawn
of
history
.
Everything
was
equally
easy
--
or
equally
painful
,
as
one
chose
to
put
it
--
in
the
path
he
was
committed
to
tread
,
and
he
had
obeyed
the
flurried
injunctions
of
his
best
man
as
piously
as
other
bridegrooms
had
obeyed
his
own
,
in
the
days
when
he
had
guided
them
through
the
same
labyrinth.So
far
he
was
reasonably
sure
of
having
fulfilled
all
his
obligations
.
