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Augustine
--
such
depths
of
feeling
could
coexist
with
such
absence
of
imagination
.
But
he
remembered
how
,
even
then
,
she
had
surprised
him
by
dropping
back
to
inexpressive
girlishness
as
soon
as
her
conscience
had
been
eased
of
its
burden
;
and
he
saw
that
she
would
probably
go
through
life
dealing
to
the
best
of
her
ability
with
each
experience
as
it
came
,
but
never
anticipating
any
by
so
much
as
a
stolen
glance.Perhaps
that
faculty
of
unawareness
was
what
gave
her
eyes
their
transparency
,
and
her
face
the
look
of
representing
a
type
rather
than
a
person
;
as
if
she
might
have
been
chosen
to
pose
for
a
Civic
Virtue
or
a
Greek
goddess
.
The
blood
that
ran
so
close
to
her
fair
skin
might
have
been
a
preserving
fluid
rather
than
a
ravaging
element
;
yet
her
look
of
indestructible
youthfulness
made
her
seem
neither
hard
nor
dull
,
but
only
primitive
and
pure
.
In
the
thick
of
this
meditation
Archer
suddenly
felt
himself
looking
at
her
with
the
startled
gaze
of
a
stranger
,
and
plunged
into
a
reminiscence
of
the
wedding-breakfast
and
of
Granny
Mingott
's
immense
and
triumphant
pervasion
of
it.May
settled
down
to
frank
enjoyment
of
the
subject
.
"
I
was
surprised
,
though
--
were
n't
you
?
--
that
aunt
Medora
came
after
all
.
Ellen
wrote
that
they
were
neither
of
them
well
enough
to
take
the
journey
;
I
do
wish
it
had
been
she
who
had
recovered
!
Did
you
see
the
exquisite
old
lace
she
sent
me
?
"
He
had
known
that
the
moment
must
come
sooner
or
later
,
but
he
had
somewhat
imagined
that
by
force
of
willing
he
might
hold
it
at
bay
.
"
Yes
--
I
--
no
:
yes
,
it
was
beautiful
,
"
he
said
,
looking
at
her
blindly
,
and
wondering
if
,
whenever
he
heard
those
two
syllables
,
all
his
carefully
built-up
world
would
tumble
about
him
like
a
house
of
cards
.
"
Are
n't
you
tired
?
It
will
be
good
to
have
some
tea
when
we
arrive
--
I
'm
sure
the
aunts
have
got
everything
beautifully
ready
,
"
he
rattled
on
,
taking
her
hand
in
his
;
and
her
mind
rushed
away
instantly
to
the
magnificent
tea
and
coffee
service
of
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
the
waiting
carriage
.
"
Ah
,
how
awfully
kind
of
the
van
der
Luydens
--
they
've
sent
their
man
over
from
Skuytercliff
to
meet
us
,
"
Archer
exclaimed
,
as
a
sedate
person
out
of
livery
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
du
Lacs
'
:
a
leak
in
the
water-tank
.
It
happened
yesterday
,
and
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
,
who
heard
of
it
this
morning
,
sent
a
housemaid
up
by
the
early
train
to
get
the
Patroon
's
house
ready
.
It
will
be
quite
comfortable
,
I
think
you
'll
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
at
Rhinebeck
"
Archer
stared
at
the
speaker
so
blankly
that
he
repeated
in
still
more
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
Rhinebeck
?
The
Patroon
's
house
?
But
it
will
be
a
hundred
thousand
times
better
--
wo
n't
it
,
Newland
?
It
's
too
dear
and
kind
of
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
to
have
thought
of
it
.
"
And
as
they
drove
off
,
with
the
maid
beside
the
coachman
,
and
their
shining
bridal
bags
on
the
seat
before
them
,
she
went
on
excitedly
:
"
Only
fancy
,
I
've
never
been
inside
it
--
have
you
?
The
van
der
Luydens
show
it
to
so
few
people
.
But
they
opened
it
for
Ellen
,
it
seems
,
and
she
told
me
what
a
darling
little
place
it
was
:
she
says
it
's
the
only
house
she
's
seen
in
America
that
she
could
imagine
being
perfectly
happy
in
.
"
"
Well
--
that
's
what
we
're
going
to
be
,
is
n't
it
?
"
cried
her
husband
gaily
;
and
she
answered
with
her
boyish
smile
:
"
Ah
,
it
's
just
our
luck
beginning
--
the
wonderful
luck
we
're
always
going
to
have
together
!
"
"
Of
course
we
must
dine
with
Mrs.
Carfry
,
dearest
,
"
Archer
said
;
and
his
wife
looked
at
him
with
an
anxious
frown
across
the
monumental
Britannia
ware
of
their
lodging
house
breakfast-table
.
In
all
the
rainy
desert
of
autumnal
London
there
were
only
two
people
whom
the
Newland
Archers
knew
;
and
these
two
they
had
sedulously
avoided
,
in
conformity
with
the
old
New
York
tradition
that
it
was
not
"
dignified
"
to
force
one
's
self
on
the
notice
of
one
's
acquaintances
in
foreign
countries.Mrs
.
Archer
and
Janey
,
in
the
course
of
their
visits
to
Europe
,
had
so
unflinchingly
lived
up
to
this
principle
,
and
met
the
friendly
advances
of
their
fellow-travellers
with
an
air
of
such
impenetrable
reserve
,
that
they
had
almost
achieved
the
record
of
never
having
exchanged
a
word
with
a
"
foreigner
"
other
than
those
employed
in
hotels
and
railway-stations
.
Their
own
compatriots
--
save
those
previously
known
or
properly
accredited
--
they
treated
with
an
even
more
pronounced
disdain
;
so
that
,
unless
they
ran
across
a
Chivers
,
a
Dagonet
or
a
Mingott
,
their
months
abroad
were
spent
in
an
unbroken
tete-a-tete
.
But
the
utmost
precautions
are
sometimes
unavailing
;
and
one
night
at
Botzen
one
of
the
two
English
ladies
in
the
room
across
the
passage
(
whose
names
,
dress
and
social
situation
were
already
intimately
known
to
Janey
)
had
knocked
on
the
door
and
asked
if
Mrs.
Archer
had
a
bottle
of
liniment
.
The
other
lady
--
the
intruder
's
sister
,
Mrs.
Carfry
--
had
been
seized
with
a
sudden
attack
of
bronchitis
;
and
Mrs.
Archer
,
who
never
travelled
without
a
complete
family
pharmacy
,
was
fortunately
able
to
produce
the
required
remedy.Mrs
.
Carfry
was
very
ill
,
and
as
she
and
her
sister
Miss
Harle
were
travelling
alone
they
were
profoundly
grateful
to
the
Archer
ladies
,
who
supplied
them
with
ingenious
comforts
and
whose
efficient
maid
helped
to
nurse
the
invalid
back
to
health.When
the
Archers
left
Botzen
they
had
no
idea
of
ever
seeing
Mrs.
Carfry
and
Miss
Harle
again
.
Nothing
,
to
Mrs.
Archer
's
mind
,
would
have
been
more
"
undignified
"
than
to
force
one
's
self
on
the
notice
of
a
"
foreigner
"
to
whom
one
had
happened
to
render
an
accidental
service
.
But
Mrs.
Carfry
and
her
sister
,
to
whom
this
point
of
view
was
unknown
,
and
who
would
have
found
it
utterly
incomprehensible
,
felt
themselves
linked
by
an
eternal
gratitude
to
the
"
delightful
Americans
"
who
had
been
so
kind
at
Botzen
.
With
touching
fidelity
they
seized
every
chance
of
meeting
Mrs.
Archer
and
Janey
in
the
course
of
their
continental
travels
,
and
displayed
a
supernatural
acuteness
in
finding
out
when
they
were
to
pass
through
London
on
their
way
to
or
from
the
States
.
The
intimacy
became
indissoluble
,
and
Mrs.
Archer
and
Janey
,
whenever
they
alighted
at
Brown
's
Hotel
,
found
themselves
awaited
by
two
affectionate
friends
who
,
like
themselves
,
cultivated
ferns
in
Wardian
cases
,
made
macrame
lace
,
read
the
memoirs
of
the
Baroness
Bunsen
and
had
views
about
the
occupants
of
the
leading
London
pulpits
.
As
Mrs.
Archer
said
,
it
made
"
another
thing
of
London
"
to
know
Mrs.
Carfry
and
Miss
Harle
;
and
by
the
time
that
Newland
became
engaged
the
tie
between
the
families
was
so
firmly
established
that
it
was
thought
"
only
right
"
to
send
a
wedding
invitation
to
the
two
English
ladies
,
who
sent
,
in
return
,
a
pretty
bouquet
of
pressed
Alpine
flowers
under
glass
.
And
on
the
dock
,
when
Newland
and
his
wife
sailed
for
England
,
Mrs.
Archer
's
last
word
had
been
:
"
You
must
take
May
to
see
Mrs.
Carfry
.
"
Newland
and
his
wife
had
had
no
idea
of
obeying
this
injunction
;
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
was
wrinkling
her
brows
across
the
tea
and
muffins
.
"
It
's
all
very
well
for
you
,
Newland
;
you
KNOW
them
.
But
I
shall
feel
so
shy
among
a
lot
of
people
I
've
never
met
.
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
bloom
of
her
cheeks
and
softened
the
slight
hardness
of
her
virginal
features
;
or
else
it
was
simply
the
inner
glow
of
happiness
,
shining
through
like
a
light
under
ice
.
"
Wear
,
dearest
?
I
thought
a
trunkful
of
things
had
come
from
Paris
last
week
.
"
"
Yes
,
of
course
.
I
meant
to
say
that
I
sha
n't
know
WHICH
to
wear
.
"
She
pouted
a
little
.
"
I
've
never
dined
out
in
London
;
and
I
do
n't
want
to
be
ridiculous
.
"
He
tried
to
enter
into
her
perplexity
.
"
But
do
n't
Englishwomen
dress
just
like
everybody
else
in
the
evening
?
"
"
Newland
!
How
can
you
ask
such
funny
questions
?
When
they
go
to
the
theatre
in
old
ball-dresses
and
bare
heads
.
"
"
Well
,
perhaps
they
wear
new
ball-dresses
at
home
;
but
at
any
rate
Mrs.
Carfry
and
Miss
Harle
wo
n't
.
They
'll
wear
caps
like
my
mother
's
--
and
shawls
;
very
soft
shawls
.
"
"
Yes
;
but
how
will
the
other
women
be
dressed
?
"
"
Not
as
well
as
you
,
dear
,
"
he
rejoined
,
wondering
what
had
suddenly
developed
in
her
Janey
's
morbid
interest
in
clothes.She
pushed
back
her
chair
with
a
sigh
.
"
That
's
dear
of
you
,
Newland
;
but
it
does
n't
help
me
much
.
"
He
had
an
inspiration
.
"
Why
not
wear
your
wedding-dress
?
That
ca
n't
be
wrong
,
can
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
dearest
!
If
I
only
had
it
here
!
But
it
's
gone
to
Paris
to
be
made
over
for
next
winter
,
and
Worth
has
n't
sent
it
back
.
"
"
Oh
,
well
--
"
said
Archer
,
getting
up
.
"
Look
here
--
the
fog
's
lifting
.
If
we
made
a
dash
for
the
National
Gallery
we
might
manage
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
pictures
.
"
The
Newland
Archers
were
on
their
way
home
,
after
a
three
months
'
wedding-tour
which
May
,
in
writing
to
her
girl
friends
,
vaguely
summarised
as
"
blissful
.
"
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
with
the
Paris
dressmakers
)
was
for
mountaineering
in
July
and
swimming
in
August
.
This
plan
they
punctually
fulfilled
,
spending
July
at
Interlaken
and
Grindelwald
,
and
August
at
a
little
place
called
Etretat
,
on
the
Normandy
coast
,
which
some
one
had
recommended
as
quaint
and
quiet
.
Once
or
twice
,
in
the
mountains
,
Archer
had
pointed
southward
and
said
:
"
There
's
Italy
"
;
and
May
,
her
feet
in
a
gentian-bed
,
had
smiled
cheerfully
,
and
replied
:
"
It
would
be
lovely
to
go
there
next
winter
,
if
only
you
did
n't
have
to
be
in
New
York
.
"
But
in
reality
travelling
interested
her
even
less
than
he
had
expected
.
She
regarded
it
(
once
her
clothes
were
ordered
)
as
merely
an
enlarged
opportunity
for
walking
,
riding
,
swimming
,
and
trying
her
hand
at
the
fascinating
new
game
of
lawn
tennis
;
and
when
they
finally
got
back
to
London
(
where
they
were
to
spend
a
fortnight
while
he
ordered
HIS
clothes
)
she
no
longer
concealed
the
eagerness
with
which
she
looked
forward
to
sailing.In
London
nothing
interested
her
but
the
theatres
and
the
shops
;
and
she
found
the
theatres
less
exciting
than
the
Paris
cafes
chantants
where
,
under
the
blossoming
horse-chestnuts
of
the
Champs
Elysees
,
she
had
had
the
novel
experience
of
looking
down
from
the
restaurant
terrace
on
an
audience
of
"
cocottes
,
"
and
having
her
husband
interpret
to
her
as
much
of
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
wives
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
wife
who
had
not
the
dimmest
notion
that
she
was
not
free
;
and
he
had
long
since
discovered
that
May
's
only
use
of
the
liberty
she
supposed
herself
to
possess
would
be
to
lay
it
on
the
altar
of
her
wifely
adoration
.
Her
innate
dignity
would
always
keep
her
from
making
the
gift
abjectly
;
and
a
day
might
even
come
(
as
it
once
had
)
when
she
would
find
strength
to
take
it
altogether
back
if
she
thought
she
were
doing
it
for
his
own
good
.
But
with
a
conception
of
marriage
so
uncomplicated
and
incurious
as
hers
such
a
crisis
could
be
brought
about
only
by
something
visibly
outrageous
in
his
own
conduct
;
and
the
fineness
of
her
feeling
for
him
made
that
unthinkable
.
Whatever
happened
,
he
knew
,
she
would
always
be
loyal
,
gallant
and
unresentful
;
and
that
pledged
him
to
the
practice
of
the
same
virtues.All
this
tended
to
draw
him
back
into
his
old
habits
of
mind
.
If
her
simplicity
had
been
the
simplicity
of
pettiness
he
would
have
chafed
and
rebelled
;
but
since
the
lines
of
her
character
,
though
so
few
,
were
on
the
same
fine
mould
as
her
face
,
she
became
the
tutelary
divinity
of
all
his
old
traditions
and
reverences.Such
qualities
were
scarcely
of
the
kind
to
enliven
foreign
travel
,
though
they
made
her
so
easy
and
pleasant
a
companion
;
but
he
saw
at
once
how
they
would
fall
into
place
in
their
proper
setting
.
He
had
no
fear
of
being
oppressed
by
them
,
for
his
artistic
and
intellectual
life
would
go
on
,
as
it
always
had
,
outside
the
domestic
circle
;
and
within
it
there
would
be
nothing
small
and
stifling
--
coming
back
to
his
wife
would
never
be
like
entering
a
stuffy
room
after
a
tramp
in
the
open
.
And
when
they
had
children
the
vacant
corners
in
both
their
lives
would
be
filled.All
these
things
went
through
his
mind
during
their
long
slow
drive
from
Mayfair
to
South
Kensington
,
where
Mrs.
Carfry
and
her
sister
lived
.
Archer
too
would
have
preferred
to
escape
their
friends
'
hospitality
:
in
conformity
with
the
family
tradition
he
had
always
travelled
as
a
sight-seer
and
looker-on
,
affecting
a
haughty
unconsciousness
of
the
presence
of
his
fellow-beings
.
Once
only
,
just
after
Harvard
,
he
had
spent
a
few
gay
weeks
at
Florence
with
a
band
of
queer
Europeanised
Americans
,
dancing
all
night
with
titled
ladies
in
palaces
,
and
gambling
half
the
day
with
the
rakes
and
dandies
of
the
fashionable
club
;
but
it
had
all
seemed
to
him
,
though
the
greatest
fun
in
the
world
,
as
unreal
as
a
carnival
.
These
queer
cosmopolitan
women
,
deep
in
complicated
love-affairs
which
they
appeared
to
feel
the
need
of
retailing
to
every
one
they
met
,
and
the
magnificent
young
officers
and
elderly
dyed
wits
who
were
the
subjects
or
the
recipients
of
their
confidences
,
were
too
different
from
the
people
Archer
had
grown
up
among
,
too
much
like
expensive
and
rather
malodorous
hot-house
exotics
,
to
detain
his
imagination
long
.
To
introduce
his
wife
into
such
a
society
was
out
of
the
question
;
and
in
the
course
of
his
travels
no
other
had
shown
any
marked
eagerness
for
his
company.Not
long
after
their
arrival
in
London
he
had
run
across
the
Duke
of
St.
Austrey
,
and
the
Duke
,
instantly
and
cordially
recognising
him
,
had
said
:
"
Look
me
up
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
--
but
no
proper-spirited
American
would
have
considered
that
a
suggestion
to
be
acted
on
,
and
the
meeting
was
without
a
sequel
.
