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They
had
even
managed
to
avoid
May
's
English
aunt
,
the
banker
's
wife
,
who
was
still
in
Yorkshire
;
in
fact
,
they
had
purposely
postponed
going
to
London
till
the
autumn
in
order
that
their
arrival
during
the
season
might
not
appear
pushing
and
snobbish
to
these
unknown
relatives
.
"
Probably
there
'll
be
nobody
at
Mrs.
Carfry
's
--
London
's
a
desert
at
this
season
,
and
you
've
made
yourself
much
too
beautiful
,
"
Archer
said
to
May
,
who
sat
at
his
side
in
the
hansom
so
spotlessly
splendid
in
her
sky-blue
cloak
edged
with
swansdown
that
it
seemed
wicked
to
expose
her
to
the
London
grime
.
"
I
do
n't
want
them
to
think
that
we
dress
like
savages
,
"
she
replied
,
with
a
scorn
that
Pocahontas
might
have
resented
;
and
he
was
struck
again
by
the
religious
reverence
of
even
the
most
unworldly
American
women
for
the
social
advantages
of
dress
.
"
It
's
their
armour
,
"
he
thought
,
"
their
defence
against
the
unknown
,
and
their
defiance
of
it
.
"
And
he
understood
for
the
first
time
the
earnestness
with
which
May
,
who
was
incapable
of
tying
a
ribbon
in
her
hair
to
charm
him
,
had
gone
through
the
solemn
rite
of
selecting
and
ordering
her
extensive
wardrobe.He
had
been
right
in
expecting
the
party
at
Mrs.
Carfry
's
to
be
a
small
one
.
Besides
their
hostess
and
her
sister
,
they
found
,
in
the
long
chilly
drawing-room
,
only
another
shawled
lady
,
a
genial
Vicar
who
was
her
husband
,
a
silent
lad
whom
Mrs.
Carfry
named
as
her
nephew
,
and
a
small
dark
gentleman
with
lively
eyes
whom
she
introduced
as
his
tutor
,
pronouncing
a
French
name
as
she
did
so
.
Into
this
dimly-lit
and
dim-featured
group
May
Archer
floated
like
a
swan
with
the
sunset
on
her
:
she
seemed
larger
,
fairer
,
more
voluminously
rustling
than
her
husband
had
ever
seen
her
;
and
he
perceived
that
the
rosiness
and
rustlingness
were
the
tokens
of
an
extreme
and
infantile
shyness
.
"
What
on
earth
will
they
expect
me
to
talk
about
?
"
her
helpless
eyes
implored
him
,
at
the
very
moment
that
her
dazzling
apparition
was
calling
forth
the
same
anxiety
in
their
own
bosoms
.
But
beauty
,
even
when
distrustful
of
itself
,
awakens
confidence
in
the
manly
heart
;
and
the
Vicar
and
the
French-named
tutor
were
soon
manifesting
to
May
their
desire
to
put
her
at
her
ease.In
spite
of
their
best
efforts
,
however
,
the
dinner
was
a
languishing
affair
.
Archer
noticed
that
his
wife
's
way
of
showing
herself
at
her
ease
with
foreigners
was
to
become
more
uncompromisingly
local
in
her
references
,
so
that
,
though
her
loveliness
was
an
encouragement
to
admiration
,
her
conversation
was
a
chill
to
repartee
.
The
Vicar
soon
abandoned
the
struggle
;
but
the
tutor
,
who
spoke
the
most
fluent
and
accomplished
English
,
gallantly
continued
to
pour
it
out
to
her
until
the
ladies
,
to
the
manifest
relief
of
all
concerned
,
went
up
to
the
drawing-room
.
The
Vicar
,
after
a
glass
of
port
,
was
obliged
to
hurry
away
to
a
meeting
,
and
the
shy
nephew
,
who
appeared
to
be
an
invalid
,
was
packed
off
to
bed
.
But
Archer
and
the
tutor
continued
to
sit
over
their
wine
,
and
suddenly
Archer
found
himself
talking
as
he
had
not
done
since
his
last
symposium
with
Ned
Winsett
.
The
Carfry
nephew
,
it
turned
out
,
had
been
threatened
with
consumption
,
and
had
had
to
leave
Harrow
for
Switzerland
,
where
he
had
spent
two
years
in
the
milder
air
of
Lake
Leman
.
Being
a
bookish
youth
,
he
had
been
entrusted
to
M.
Riviere
,
who
had
brought
him
back
to
England
,
and
was
to
remain
with
him
till
he
went
up
to
Oxford
the
following
spring
;
and
M.
Riviere
added
with
simplicity
that
he
should
then
have
to
look
out
for
another
job.It
seemed
impossible
,
Archer
thought
,
that
he
should
be
long
without
one
,
so
varied
were
his
interests
and
so
many
his
gifts
.
He
was
a
man
of
about
thirty
,
with
a
thin
ugly
face
(
May
would
certainly
have
called
him
common-looking
)
to
which
the
play
of
his
ideas
gave
an
intense
expressiveness
;
but
there
was
nothing
frivolous
or
cheap
in
his
animation.His
father
,
who
had
died
young
,
had
filled
a
small
diplomatic
post
,
and
it
had
been
intended
that
the
son
should
follow
the
same
career
;
but
an
insatiable
taste
for
letters
had
thrown
the
young
man
into
journalism
,
then
into
authorship
(
apparently
unsuccessful
)
,
and
at
length
--
after
other
experiments
and
vicissitudes
which
he
spared
his
listener
--
into
tutoring
English
youths
in
Switzerland
.
Before
that
,
however
,
he
had
lived
much
in
Paris
,
frequented
the
Goncourt
grenier
,
been
advised
by
Maupassant
not
to
attempt
to
write
(
even
that
seemed
to
Archer
a
dazzling
honour
!
)
,
and
had
often
talked
with
Merimee
in
his
mother
's
house
.
He
had
obviously
always
been
desperately
poor
and
anxious
(
having
a
mother
and
an
unmarried
sister
to
provide
for
)
,
and
it
was
apparent
that
his
literary
ambitions
had
failed
.
His
situation
,
in
fact
,
seemed
,
materially
speaking
,
no
more
brilliant
than
Ned
Winsett
's
;
but
he
had
lived
in
a
world
in
which
,
as
he
said
,
no
one
who
loved
ideas
need
hunger
mentally
.
As
it
was
precisely
of
that
love
that
poor
Winsett
was
starving
to
death
,
Archer
looked
with
a
sort
of
vicarious
envy
at
this
eager
impecunious
young
man
who
had
fared
so
richly
in
his
poverty
.
"
You
see
,
Monsieur
,
it
's
worth
everything
,
is
n't
it
,
to
keep
one
's
intellectual
liberty
,
not
to
enslave
one
's
powers
of
appreciation
,
one
's
critical
independence
?
It
was
because
of
that
that
I
abandoned
journalism
,
and
took
to
so
much
duller
work
:
tutoring
and
private
secretaryship
.
There
is
a
good
deal
of
drudgery
,
of
course
;
but
one
preserves
one
's
moral
freedom
,
what
we
call
in
French
one
's
quant
a
soi
.
And
when
one
hears
good
talk
one
can
join
in
it
without
compromising
any
opinions
but
one
's
own
;
or
one
can
listen
,
and
answer
it
inwardly
.
Ah
,
good
conversation
--
there
's
nothing
like
it
,
is
there
?
The
air
of
ideas
is
the
only
air
worth
breathing
.
And
so
I
have
never
regretted
giving
up
either
diplomacy
or
journalism
--
two
different
forms
of
the
same
self-abdication
.
"
He
fixed
his
vivid
eyes
on
Archer
as
he
lit
another
cigarette
.
"
Voyez-vous
,
Monsieur
,
to
be
able
to
look
life
in
the
face
:
that
's
worth
living
in
a
garret
for
,
is
n't
it
?
But
,
after
all
,
one
must
earn
enough
to
pay
for
the
garret
;
and
I
confess
that
to
grow
old
as
a
private
tutor
--
or
a
'
private
'
anything
--
is
almost
as
chilling
to
the
imagination
as
a
second
secretaryship
at
Bucharest
.
Sometimes
I
feel
I
must
make
a
plunge
:
an
immense
plunge
.
Do
you
suppose
,
for
instance
,
there
would
be
any
opening
for
me
in
America
--
in
New
York
?
"
Archer
looked
at
him
with
startled
eyes
.
New
York
,
for
a
young
man
who
had
frequented
the
Goncourts
and
Flaubert
,
and
who
thought
the
life
of
ideas
the
only
one
worth
living
!
He
continued
to
stare
at
M.
Riviere
perplexedly
,
wondering
how
to
tell
him
that
his
very
superiorities
and
advantages
would
be
the
surest
hindrance
to
success
.
"
New
York
--
New
York
--
but
must
it
be
especially
New
York
?
"
he
stammered
,
utterly
unable
to
imagine
what
lucrative
opening
his
native
city
could
offer
to
a
young
man
to
whom
good
conversation
appeared
to
be
the
only
necessity.A
sudden
flush
rose
under
M.
Riviere
's
sallow
skin
.
"
I
--
I
thought
it
your
metropolis
:
is
not
the
intellectual
life
more
active
there
?
"
he
rejoined
;
then
,
as
if
fearing
to
give
his
hearer
the
impression
of
having
asked
a
favour
,
he
went
on
hastily
:
"
One
throws
out
random
suggestions
--
more
to
one
's
self
than
to
others
.
In
reality
,
I
see
no
immediate
prospect
--
"
and
rising
from
his
seat
he
added
,
without
a
trace
of
constraint
:
"
But
Mrs.
Carfry
will
think
that
I
ought
to
be
taking
you
upstairs
.
"
During
the
homeward
drive
Archer
pondered
deeply
on
this
episode
.
His
hour
with
M.
Riviere
had
put
new
air
into
his
lungs
,
and
his
first
impulse
had
been
to
invite
him
to
dine
the
next
day
;
but
he
was
beginning
to
understand
why
married
men
did
not
always
immediately
yield
to
their
first
impulses
.
"
That
young
tutor
is
an
interesting
fellow
:
we
had
some
awfully
good
talk
after
dinner
about
books
and
things
,
"
he
threw
out
tentatively
in
the
hansom
.
May
roused
herself
from
one
of
the
dreamy
silences
into
which
he
had
read
so
many
meanings
before
six
months
of
marriage
had
given
him
the
key
to
them
.
"
The
little
Frenchman
?
Was
n't
he
dreadfully
common
?
"
she
questioned
coldly
;
and
he
guessed
that
she
nursed
a
secret
disappointment
at
having
been
invited
out
in
London
to
meet
a
clergyman
and
a
French
tutor
.
The
disappointment
was
not
occasioned
by
the
sentiment
ordinarily
defined
as
snobbishness
,
but
by
old
New
York
's
sense
of
what
was
due
to
it
when
it
risked
its
dignity
in
foreign
lands
.
If
May
's
parents
had
entertained
the
Carfrys
in
Fifth
Avenue
they
would
have
offered
them
something
more
substantial
than
a
parson
and
a
schoolmaster.But
Archer
was
on
edge
,
and
took
her
up
.
"
Common
--
common
WHERE
?
"
he
queried
;
and
she
returned
with
unusual
readiness
:
"
Why
,
I
should
say
anywhere
but
in
his
school-room
.
Those
people
are
always
awkward
in
society
.
But
then
,
"
she
added
disarmingly
,
"
I
suppose
I
should
n't
have
known
if
he
was
clever
.
"
Archer
disliked
her
use
of
the
word
"
clever
"
almost
as
much
as
her
use
of
the
word
"
common
"
;
but
he
was
beginning
to
fear
his
tendency
to
dwell
on
the
things
he
disliked
in
her
.
After
all
,
her
point
of
view
had
always
been
the
same
.
It
was
that
of
all
the
people
he
had
grown
up
among
,
and
he
had
always
regarded
it
as
necessary
but
negligible
.
Until
a
few
months
ago
he
had
never
known
a
"
nice
"
woman
who
looked
at
life
differently
;
and
if
a
man
married
it
must
necessarily
be
among
the
nice
"
Ah
--
then
I
wo
n't
ask
him
to
dine
!
"
he
concluded
with
a
laugh
;
and
May
echoed
,
bewildered
:
"
Goodness
--
ask
the
Carfrys
'
tutor
?
"
"
Well
,
not
on
the
same
day
with
the
Carfrys
,
if
you
prefer
I
should
n't
.
But
I
did
rather
want
another
talk
with
him
.
He
's
looking
for
a
job
in
New
York
.
"
Her
surprise
increased
with
her
indifference
:
he
almost
fancied
that
she
suspected
him
of
being
tainted
with
"
foreignness
.
"
"
A
job
in
New
York
?
What
sort
of
a
job
?
People
do
n't
have
French
tutors
:
what
does
he
want
to
do
?
"
"
Chiefly
to
enjoy
good
conversation
,
I
understand
,
"
her
husband
retorted
perversely
;
and
she
broke
into
an
appreciative
laugh
.
"
Oh
,
Newland
,
how
funny
!
Is
n't
that
FRENCH
?
"
On
the
whole
,
he
was
glad
to
have
the
matter
settled
for
him
by
her
refusing
to
take
seriously
his
wish
to
invite
M.
Riviere
.
Another
after-dinner
talk
would
have
made
it
difficult
to
avoid
the
question
of
New
York
;
and
the
more
Archer
considered
it
the
less
he
was
able
to
fit
M.
Riviere
into
any
conceivable
picture
of
New
York
as
he
knew
it.He
perceived
with
a
flash
of
chilling
insight
that
in
future
many
problems
would
be
thus
negatively
solved
for
him
;
but
as
he
paid
the
hansom
and
followed
his
wife
's
long
train
into
the
house
he
took
refuge
in
the
comforting
platitude
that
the
first
six
months
were
always
the
most
difficult
in
marriage
.
"
After
that
I
suppose
we
shall
have
pretty
nearly
finished
rubbing
off
each
other
's
angles
,
"
he
reflected
;
but
the
worst
of
it
was
that
May
's
pressure
was
already
bearing
on
the
very
angles
whose
sharpness
he
most
wanted
to
keep
.
The
small
bright
lawn
stretched
away
smoothly
to
the
big
bright
sea.The
turf
was
hemmed
with
an
edge
of
scarlet
geranium
and
coleus
,
and
cast-iron
vases
painted
in
chocolate
colour
,
standing
at
intervals
along
the
winding
path
that
led
to
the
sea
,
looped
their
garlands
of
petunia
and
ivy
geranium
above
the
neatly
raked
gravel.Half
way
between
the
edge
of
the
cliff
and
the
square
wooden
house
(
which
was
also
chocolate-coloured
,
but
with
the
tin
roof
of
the
verandah
striped
in
yellow
and
brown
to
represent
an
awning
)
two
large
targets
had
been
placed
against
a
background
of
shrubbery
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
lawn
,
facing
the
targets
,
was
pitched
a
real
tent
,
with
benches
and
garden-seats
about
it
.
A
number
of
ladies
in
summer
dresses
and
gentlemen
in
grey
frock-coats
and
tall
hats
stood
on
the
lawn
or
sat
upon
the
benches
;
and
every
now
and
then
a
slender
girl
in
starched
muslin
would
step
from
the
tent
,
bow
in
hand
,
and
speed
her
shaft
at
one
of
the
targets
,
while
the
spectators
interrupted
their
talk
to
watch
the
result.Newland
Archer
,
standing
on
the
verandah
of
the
house
,
looked
curiously
down
upon
this
scene
.
On
each
side
of
the
shiny
painted
steps
was
a
large
blue
china
flower-pot
on
a
bright
yellow
china
stand
.
A
spiky
green
plant
filled
each
pot
,
and
below
the
verandah
ran
a
wide
border
of
blue
hydrangeas
edged
with
more
red
geraniums
.
Behind
him
,
the
French
windows
of
the
drawing-rooms
through
which
he
had
passed
gave
glimpses
,
between
swaying
lace
curtains
,
of
glassy
parquet
floors
islanded
with
chintz
poufs
,
dwarf
armchairs
,
and
velvet
tables
covered
with
trifles
in
silver
.
The
Newport
Archery
Club
always
held
its
August
meeting
at
the
Beauforts
'
.
The
sport
,
which
had
hitherto
known
no
rival
but
croquet
,
was
beginning
to
be
discarded
in
favour
of
lawn-tennis
;
but
the
latter
game
was
still
considered
too
rough
and
inelegant
for
social
occasions
,
and
as
an
opportunity
to
show
off
pretty
dresses
and
graceful
attitudes
the
bow
and
arrow
held
their
own.Archer
looked
down
with
wonder
at
the
familiar
spectacle
.
It
surprised
him
that
life
should
be
going
on
in
the
old
way
when
his
own
reactions
to
it
had
so
completely
changed
.
It
was
Newport
that
had
first
brought
home
to
him
the
extent
of
the
change
.
In
New
York
,
during
the
previous
winter
,
after
he
and
May
had
settled
down
in
the
new
greenish-yellow
house
with
the
bow-window
and
the
Pompeian
vestibule
,
he
had
dropped
back
with
relief
into
the
old
routine
of
the
office
,
and
the
renewal
of
this
daily
activity
had
served
as
a
link
with
his
former
self
.
Then
there
had
been
the
pleasurable
excitement
of
choosing
a
showy
grey
stepper
for
May
's
brougham
(
the
Wellands
had
given
the
carriage
)
,
and
the
abiding
occupation
and
interest
of
arranging
his
new
library
,
which
,
in
spite
of
family
doubts
and
disapprovals
,
had
been
carried
out
as
he
had
dreamed
,
with
a
dark
embossed
paper
,
Eastlake
book-cases
and
"
sincere
"
arm-chairs
and
tables
.
At
the
Century
he
had
found
Winsett
again
,
and
at
the
Knickerbocker
the
fashionable
young
men
of
his
own
set
;
and
what
with
the
hours
dedicated
to
the
law
and
those
given
to
dining
out
or
entertaining
friends
at
home
,
with
an
occasional
evening
at
the
Opera
or
the
play
,
the
life
he
was
living
had
still
seemed
a
fairly
real
and
inevitable
sort
of
business.But
Newport
represented
the
escape
from
duty
into
an
atmosphere
of
unmitigated
holiday-making
.
Archer
had
tried
to
persuade
May
to
spend
the
summer
on
a
remote
island
off
the
coast
of
Maine
(
called
,
appropriately
enough
,
Mount
Desert
)
,
where
a
few
hardy
Bostonians
and
Philadelphians
were
camping
in
"
native
"
cottages
,
and
whence
came
reports
of
enchanting
scenery
and
a
wild
,
almost
trapper-like
existence
amid
woods
and
waters.But
the
Wellands
always
went
to
Newport
,
where
they
owned
one
of
the
square
boxes
on
the
cliffs
,
and
their
son-in-law
could
adduce
no
good
reason
why
he
and
May
should
not
join
them
there
.
As
Mrs.
Welland
rather
tartly
pointed
out
,
it
was
hardly
worth
while
for
May
to
have
worn
herself
out
trying
on
summer
clothes
in
Paris
if
she
was
not
to
be
allowed
to
wear
them
;
and
this
argument
was
of
a
kind
to
which
Archer
had
as
yet
found
no
answer.May
herself
could
not
understand
his
obscure
reluctance
to
fall
in
with
so
reasonable
and
pleasant
a
way
of
spending
the
summer
.
She
reminded
him
that
he
had
always
liked
Newport
in
his
bachelor
days
,
and
as
this
was
indisputable
he
could
only
profess
that
he
was
sure
he
was
going
to
like
it
better
than
ever
now
that
they
were
to
be
there
together
.
