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"
"
On
purpose
?
"
"
I
knew
you
were
there
;
when
you
drove
in
I
recognised
the
ponies
.
So
I
went
down
to
the
beach
.
"
"
To
get
away
from
me
as
far
as
you
could
?
"
She
repeated
in
a
low
voice
:
"
To
get
away
from
you
as
far
as
I
could
.
"
He
laughed
out
again
,
this
time
in
boyish
satisfaction
.
"
Well
,
you
see
it
's
no
use
.
I
may
as
well
tell
you
,
"
he
added
,
"
that
the
business
I
came
here
for
was
just
to
find
you
.
But
,
look
here
,
we
must
start
or
we
shall
miss
our
boat
.
"
"
Our
boat
?
"
She
frowned
perplexedly
,
and
then
smiled
.
"
Oh
,
but
I
must
go
back
to
the
hotel
first
:
I
must
leave
a
note
--
"
"
As
many
notes
as
you
please
.
You
can
write
here
.
"
He
drew
out
a
note-case
and
one
of
the
new
stylographic
pens
.
"
I
've
even
got
an
envelope
--
you
see
how
everything
's
predestined
!
There
--
steady
the
thing
on
your
knee
,
and
I
'll
get
the
pen
going
in
a
second
.
They
have
to
be
humoured
;
wait
--
"
He
banged
the
hand
that
held
the
pen
against
the
back
of
the
bench
.
"
It
's
like
jerking
down
the
mercury
in
a
thermometer
:
just
a
trick
.
Now
try
--
"
She
laughed
,
and
bending
over
the
sheet
of
paper
which
he
had
laid
on
his
note-case
,
began
to
write
.
Archer
walked
away
a
few
steps
,
staring
with
radiant
unseeing
eyes
at
the
passersby
,
who
,
in
their
turn
,
paused
to
stare
at
the
unwonted
sight
of
a
fashionably-dressed
lady
writing
a
note
on
her
knee
on
a
bench
in
the
Common.Madame
Olenska
slipped
the
sheet
into
the
envelope
,
wrote
a
name
on
it
,
and
put
it
into
her
pocket
.
Then
she
too
stood
up
.
They
walked
back
toward
Beacon
Street
,
and
near
the
club
Archer
caught
sight
of
the
plush-lined
"
herdic
"
which
had
carried
his
note
to
the
Parker
House
,
and
whose
driver
was
reposing
from
this
effort
by
bathing
his
brow
at
the
corner
hydrant
.
"
I
told
you
everything
was
predestined
!
Here
's
a
cab
for
us
.
You
see
!
"
They
laughed
,
astonished
at
the
miracle
of
picking
up
a
public
conveyance
at
that
hour
,
and
in
that
unlikely
spot
,
in
a
city
where
cab-stands
were
still
a
"
foreign
"
novelty.Archer
,
looking
at
his
watch
,
saw
that
there
was
time
to
drive
to
the
Parker
House
before
going
to
the
steamboat
landing
.
They
rattled
through
the
hot
streets
and
drew
up
at
the
door
of
the
hotel.Archer
held
out
his
hand
for
the
letter
.
"
Shall
I
take
it
in
?
"
he
asked
;
but
Madame
Olenska
,
shaking
her
head
,
sprang
out
and
disappeared
through
the
glazed
doors
.
It
was
barely
half-past
ten
;
but
what
if
the
emissary
,
impatient
for
her
reply
,
and
not
knowing
how
else
to
employ
his
time
,
were
already
seated
among
the
travellers
with
cooling
drinks
at
their
elbows
of
whom
Archer
had
caught
a
glimpse
as
she
went
in?He
waited
,
pacing
up
and
down
before
the
herdic
.
A
Sicilian
youth
with
eyes
like
Nastasia
's
offered
to
shine
his
boots
,
and
an
Irish
matron
to
sell
him
peaches
;
and
every
few
moments
the
doors
opened
to
let
out
hot
men
with
straw
hats
tilted
far
back
,
who
glanced
at
him
as
they
went
by
.
He
marvelled
that
the
door
should
open
so
often
,
and
that
all
the
people
it
let
out
should
look
so
like
each
other
,
and
so
like
all
the
other
hot
men
who
,
at
that
hour
,
through
the
length
and
breadth
of
the
land
,
were
passing
continuously
in
and
out
of
the
swinging
doors
of
hotels.And
then
,
suddenly
,
came
a
face
that
he
could
not
relate
to
the
other
faces
.
He
caught
but
a
flash
of
it
,
for
his
pacings
had
carried
him
to
the
farthest
point
of
his
beat
,
and
it
was
in
turning
back
to
the
hotel
that
he
saw
,
in
a
group
of
typical
countenances
--
the
lank
and
weary
,
the
round
and
surprised
,
the
lantern-jawed
and
mild
--
this
other
face
that
was
so
many
more
things
at
once
,
and
things
so
different
.
It
was
that
of
a
young
man
,
pale
too
,
and
half-extinguished
by
the
heat
,
or
worry
,
or
both
,
but
somehow
,
quicker
,
vivider
,
more
conscious
;
or
perhaps
seeming
so
because
he
was
so
different
.
Archer
hung
a
moment
on
a
thin
thread
of
memory
,
but
it
snapped
and
floated
off
with
the
disappearing
face
--
apparently
that
of
some
foreign
business
man
,
looking
doubly
foreign
in
such
a
setting
.
He
vanished
in
the
stream
of
passersby
,
and
Archer
resumed
his
patrol.He
did
not
care
to
be
seen
watch
in
hand
within
view
of
the
hotel
,
and
his
unaided
reckoning
of
the
lapse
of
time
led
him
to
conclude
that
,
if
Madame
Olenska
was
so
long
in
reappearing
,
it
could
only
be
because
she
had
met
the
emissary
and
been
waylaid
by
him
.
At
the
thought
Archer
's
apprehension
rose
to
anguish
.
"
If
she
does
n't
come
soon
I
'll
go
in
and
find
her
,
"
he
said.The
doors
swung
open
again
and
she
was
at
his
side
.
They
got
into
the
herdic
,
and
as
it
drove
off
he
took
out
his
watch
and
saw
that
she
had
been
absent
just
three
minutes
.
In
the
clatter
of
loose
windows
that
made
talk
impossible
they
bumped
over
the
disjointed
cobblestones
to
the
wharf.Seated
side
by
side
on
a
bench
of
the
half-empty
boat
they
found
that
they
had
hardly
anything
to
say
to
each
other
,
or
rather
that
what
they
had
to
say
communicated
itself
best
in
the
blessed
silence
of
their
release
and
their
isolation.As
the
paddle-wheels
began
to
turn
,
and
wharves
and
shipping
to
recede
through
the
veil
of
heat
,
it
seemed
to
Archer
that
everything
in
the
old
familiar
world
of
habit
was
receding
also
.
He
longed
to
ask
Madame
Olenska
if
she
did
not
have
the
same
feeling
:
the
feeling
that
they
were
starting
on
some
long
voyage
from
which
they
might
never
return
.
But
he
was
afraid
to
say
it
,
or
anything
else
that
might
disturb
the
delicate
balance
of
her
trust
in
him
.
In
reality
he
had
no
wish
to
betray
that
trust
.
There
had
been
days
and
nights
when
the
memory
of
their
kiss
had
burned
and
burned
on
his
lips
;
the
day
before
even
,
on
the
drive
to
Portsmouth
,
the
thought
of
her
had
run
through
him
like
fire
;
but
now
that
she
was
beside
him
,
and
they
were
drifting
forth
into
this
unknown
world
,
they
seemed
to
have
reached
the
kind
of
deeper
nearness
that
a
touch
may
sunder.As
the
boat
left
the
harbour
and
turned
seaward
a
breeze
stirred
about
them
and
the
bay
broke
up
into
long
oily
undulations
,
then
into
ripples
tipped
with
spray
.
The
fog
of
sultriness
still
hung
over
the
city
,
but
ahead
lay
a
fresh
world
of
ruffled
waters
,
and
distant
promontories
with
light-houses
in
the
sun
.
Madame
Olenska
,
leaning
back
against
the
boat-rail
,
drank
in
the
coolness
between
parted
lips
.
She
had
wound
a
long
veil
about
her
hat
,
but
it
left
her
face
uncovered
,
and
Archer
was
struck
by
the
tranquil
gaiety
of
her
expression
.
She
seemed
to
take
their
adventure
as
a
matter
of
course
,
and
to
be
neither
in
fear
of
unexpected
encounters
,
nor
(
what
was
worse
)
unduly
elated
by
their
possibility.In
the
bare
dining-room
of
the
inn
,
which
he
had
hoped
they
would
have
to
themselves
,
they
found
a
strident
party
of
innocent-looking
young
men
and
women
--
school-teachers
on
a
holiday
,
the
landlord
told
them
--
and
Archer
's
heart
sank
at
the
idea
of
having
to
talk
through
their
noise
.
"
This
is
hopeless
--
I
'll
ask
for
a
private
room
,
"
he
said
;
and
Madame
Olenska
,
without
offering
any
objection
,
waited
while
he
went
in
search
of
it
.
The
room
opened
on
a
long
wooden
verandah
,
with
the
sea
coming
in
at
the
windows
.
It
was
bare
and
cool
,
with
a
table
covered
with
a
coarse
checkered
cloth
and
adorned
by
a
bottle
of
pickles
and
a
blueberry
pie
under
a
cage
.
No
more
guileless-looking
cabinet
particulier
ever
offered
its
shelter
to
a
clandestine
couple
:
Archer
fancied
he
saw
the
sense
of
its
reassurance
in
the
faintly
amused
smile
with
which
Madame
Olenska
sat
down
opposite
to
him
A
woman
who
had
run
away
from
her
husband
--
and
reputedly
with
another
man
--
was
likely
to
have
mastered
the
art
of
taking
things
for
granted
;
but
something
in
the
quality
of
her
composure
took
the
edge
from
his
irony
.
By
being
so
quiet
,
so
unsurprised
and
so
simple
she
had
managed
to
brush
away
the
conventions
and
make
him
feel
that
to
seek
to
be
alone
was
the
natural
thing
for
two
old
friends
who
had
so
much
to
say
to
each
other
...
They
lunched
slowly
and
meditatively
,
with
mute
intervals
between
rushes
of
talk
;
for
,
the
spell
once
broken
,
they
had
much
to
say
,
and
yet
moments
when
saying
became
the
mere
accompaniment
to
long
duologues
of
silence
.
Archer
kept
the
talk
from
his
own
affairs
,
not
with
conscious
intention
but
because
he
did
not
want
to
miss
a
word
of
her
history
;
and
leaning
on
the
table
,
her
chin
resting
on
her
clasped
hands
,
she
talked
to
him
of
the
year
and
a
half
since
they
had
met.She
had
grown
tired
of
what
people
called
"
society
"
;
New
York
was
kind
,
it
was
almost
oppressively
hospitable
;
she
should
never
forget
the
way
in
which
it
had
welcomed
her
back
;
but
after
the
first
flush
of
novelty
she
had
found
herself
,
as
she
phrased
it
,
too
"
different
"
to
care
for
the
things
it
cared
about
--
and
so
she
had
decided
to
try
Washington
,
where
one
was
supposed
to
meet
more
varieties
of
people
and
of
opinion
.
And
on
the
whole
she
should
probably
settle
down
in
Washington
,
and
make
a
home
there
for
poor
Medora
,
who
had
worn
out
the
patience
of
all
her
other
relations
just
at
the
time
when
she
most
needed
looking
after
and
protecting
from
matrimonial
perils
.
"
But
Dr.
Carver
--
are
n't
you
afraid
of
Dr.
Carver
?
I
hear
he
's
been
staying
with
you
at
the
Blenkers
'
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
Oh
,
the
Carver
danger
is
over
.
Dr.
Carver
is
a
very
clever
man
.
He
wants
a
rich
wife
to
finance
his
plans
,
and
Medora
is
simply
a
good
advertisement
as
a
convert
.
"
"
A
convert
to
what
?
"
"
To
all
sorts
of
new
and
crazy
social
schemes
.
But
,
do
you
know
,
they
interest
me
more
than
the
blind
conformity
to
tradition
--
somebody
else
's
tradition
--
that
I
see
among
our
own
friends
.
It
seems
stupid
to
have
discovered
America
only
to
make
it
into
a
copy
of
another
country
.
"
She
smiled
across
the
table
.
"
Do
you
suppose
Christopher
Columbus
would
have
taken
all
that
trouble
just
to
go
to
the
Opera
with
the
Selfridge
Merrys
?
"
Archer
changed
colour
.
"
And
Beaufort
--
do
you
say
these
things
to
Beaufort
?
"
he
asked
abruptly
.
"
I
have
n't
seen
him
for
a
long
time
.
But
I
used
to
;
and
he
understands
.
"
"
Ah
,
it
's
what
I
've
always
told
you
;
you
do
n't
like
us
.
And
you
like
Beaufort
because
he
's
so
unlike
us
.
"
He
looked
about
the
bare
room
and
out
at
the
bare
beach
and
the
row
of
stark
white
village
houses
strung
along
the
shore
.
"
We
're
damnably
dull
.
We
've
no
character
,
no
colour
,
no
variety
.
--
I
wonder
,
"
he
broke
out
,
"
why
you
do
n't
go
back
?
"
Her
eyes
darkened
,
and
he
expected
an
indignant
rejoinder
.
But
she
sat
silent
,
as
if
thinking
over
what
he
had
said
,
and
he
grew
frightened
lest
she
should
answer
that
she
wondered
too.At
length
she
said
:
"
I
believe
it
's
because
of
you
.
"
It
was
impossible
to
make
the
confession
more
dispassionately
,
or
in
a
tone
less
encouraging
to
the
vanity
of
the
person
addressed
.
Archer
reddened
to
the
temples
,
but
dared
not
move
or
speak
:
it
was
as
if
her
words
had
been
some
rare
butterfly
that
the
least
motion
might
drive
off
on
startled
wings
,
but
that
might
gather
a
flock
about
it
if
it
were
left
undisturbed
.
"
At
least
,
"
she
continued
,
"
it
was
you
who
made
me
understand
that
under
the
dullness
there
are
things
so
fine
and
sensitive
and
delicate
that
even
those
I
most
cared
for
in
my
other
life
look
cheap
in
comparison
.
I
do
n't
know
how
to
explain
myself
"
--
she
drew
together
her
troubled
brows
--
"
but
it
seems
as
if
I
'd
never
before
understood
with
how
much
that
is
hard
and
shabby
and
base
the
most
exquisite
pleasures
may
be
paid
.
"
"
Exquisite
pleasures
--
it
's
something
to
have
had
them
!
"
he
felt
like
retorting
;
but
the
appeal
in
her
eyes
kept
him
silent
.
"
I
want
,
"
she
went
on
,
"
to
be
perfectly
honest
with
you
--
and
with
myself
.
For
a
long
time
I
've
hoped
this
chance
would
come
:
that
I
might
tell
you
how
you
've
helped
me
,
what
you
've
made
of
me
--
"
Archer
sat
staring
beneath
frowning
brows
.
He
interrupted
her
with
a
laugh
.
"
And
what
do
you
make
out
that
you
've
made
of
me
?
"
She
paled
a
little
.
"
Of
you
?
"
"
Yes
:
for
I
'm
of
your
making
much
more
than
you
ever
were
of
mine
.
I
'm
the
man
who
married
one
woman
because
another
one
told
him
to
.
"
Her
paleness
turned
to
a
fugitive
flush
.
"
I
thought
--
you
promised
--
you
were
not
to
say
such
things
today
.
"
"
Ah
--
how
like
a
woman
!
None
of
you
will
ever
see
a
bad
business
through
!
"
She
lowered
her
voice
.
"
IS
it
a
bad
business
--
for
May
?
"
He
stood
in
the
window
,
drumming
against
the
raised
sash
,
and
feeling
in
every
fibre
the
wistful
tenderness
with
which
she
had
spoken
her
cousin
's
name
.
"
For
that
's
the
thing
we
've
always
got
to
think
of
--
have
n't
we
--
by
your
own
showing
?
"
she
insisted
.
"
My
own
showing
?
"
he
echoed
,
his
blank
eyes
still
on
the
sea
.
"
Or
if
not
,
"
she
continued
,
pursuing
her
own
thought
with
a
painful
application
,
"
if
it
's
not
worth
while
to
have
given
up
,
to
have
missed
things
,
so
that
others
may
be
saved
from
disillusionment
and
misery
--
then
everything
I
came
home
for
,
everything
that
made
my
other
life
seem
by
contrast
so
bare
and
so
poor
because
no
one
there
took
account
of
them
--
all
these
things
are
a
sham
or
a
dream
--
"
He
turned
around
without
moving
from
his
place
.
"
And
in
that
case
there
's
no
reason
on
earth
why
you
should
n't
go
back
?
"
he
concluded
for
her.Her
eyes
were
clinging
to
him
desperately
.
"
Oh
,
IS
there
no
reason
?
"
"
Not
if
you
staked
your
all
on
the
success
of
my
marriage
.
My
marriage
,
"
he
said
savagely
,
"
is
n't
going
to
be
a
sight
to
keep
you
here
.
"
She
made
no
answer
,
and
he
went
on
:
"
What
's
the
use
?
You
gave
me
my
first
glimpse
of
a
real
life
,
and
at
the
same
moment
you
asked
me
to
go
on
with
a
sham
one
.
It
's
beyond
human
enduring
--
that
's
all
.
"
"
Oh
,
do
n't
say
that
;
when
I
'm
enduring
it
!
"
she
burst
out
,
her
eyes
filling.Her
arms
had
dropped
along
the
table
,
and
she
sat
with
her
face
abandoned
to
his
gaze
as
if
in
the
recklessness
of
a
desperate
peril
.
The
face
exposed
her
as
much
as
if
it
had
been
her
whole
person
,
with
the
soul
behind
it
:
Archer
stood
dumb
,
overwhelmed
by
what
it
suddenly
told
him
.
"
You
too
--
oh
,
all
this
time
,
you
too
?
"
For
answer
,
she
let
the
tears
on
her
lids
overflow
and
run
slowly
downward.Half
the
width
of
the
room
was
still
between
them
,
and
neither
made
any
show
of
moving
.
