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Archer
was
conscious
of
a
curious
indifference
to
her
bodily
presence
:
he
would
hardly
have
been
aware
of
it
if
one
of
the
hands
she
had
flung
out
on
the
table
had
not
drawn
his
gaze
as
on
the
occasion
when
,
in
the
little
Twenty-third
Street
house
,
he
had
kept
his
eye
on
it
in
order
not
to
look
at
her
face
.
Now
his
imagination
spun
about
the
hand
as
about
the
edge
of
a
vortex
;
but
still
he
made
no
effort
to
draw
nearer
.
He
had
known
the
love
that
is
fed
on
caresses
and
feeds
them
;
but
this
passion
that
was
closer
than
his
bones
was
not
to
be
superficially
satisfied
.
His
one
terror
was
to
do
anything
which
might
efface
the
sound
and
impression
of
her
words
;
his
one
thought
,
that
he
should
never
again
feel
quite
alone.But
after
a
moment
the
sense
of
waste
and
ruin
overcame
him
.
There
they
were
,
close
together
and
safe
and
shut
in
;
yet
so
chained
to
their
separate
destinies
that
they
might
as
well
have
been
half
the
world
apart
.
"
What
's
the
use
--
when
you
will
go
back
?
"
he
broke
out
,
a
great
hopeless
HOW
ON
EARTH
CAN
I
KEEP
YOU
?
crying
out
to
her
beneath
his
words.She
sat
motionless
,
with
lowered
lids
.
"
Oh
--
I
sha
n't
go
yet
!
"
"
Not
yet
?
Some
time
,
then
?
Some
time
that
you
already
foresee
?
"
At
that
she
raised
her
clearest
eyes
.
"
I
promise
you
:
not
as
long
as
you
hold
out
.
Not
as
long
as
we
can
look
straight
at
each
other
like
this
.
"
He
dropped
into
his
chair
.
What
her
answer
really
said
was
:
"
If
you
lift
a
finger
you
'll
drive
me
back
:
back
to
all
the
abominations
you
know
of
,
and
all
the
temptations
you
half
guess
.
"
He
understood
it
as
clearly
as
if
she
had
uttered
the
words
,
and
the
thought
kept
him
anchored
to
his
side
of
the
table
in
a
kind
of
moved
and
sacred
submission
.
"
What
a
life
for
you
!
--
"
he
groaned
.
"
Oh
--
as
long
as
it
's
a
part
of
yours
.
"
"
And
mine
a
part
of
yours
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
And
that
's
to
be
all
--
for
either
of
us
?
"
"
Well
;
it
IS
all
,
is
n't
it
?
"
At
that
he
sprang
up
,
forgetting
everything
but
the
sweetness
of
her
face
.
She
rose
too
,
not
as
if
to
meet
him
or
to
flee
from
him
,
but
quietly
,
as
though
the
worst
of
the
task
were
done
and
she
had
only
to
wait
;
so
quietly
that
,
as
he
came
close
,
her
outstretched
hands
acted
not
as
a
check
but
as
a
guide
to
him
.
They
fell
into
his
,
while
her
arms
,
extended
but
not
rigid
,
kept
him
far
enough
off
to
let
her
surrendered
face
say
the
rest.They
may
have
stood
in
that
way
for
a
long
time
,
or
only
for
a
few
moments
;
but
it
was
long
enough
for
her
silence
to
communicate
all
she
had
to
say
,
and
for
him
to
feel
that
only
one
thing
mattered
.
He
must
do
nothing
to
make
this
meeting
their
last
;
he
must
leave
their
future
in
her
care
,
asking
only
that
she
should
keep
fast
hold
of
it
.
"
Do
n't
--
do
n't
be
unhappy
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
break
in
her
voice
,
as
she
drew
her
hands
away
;
and
he
answered
:
"
You
wo
n't
go
back
--
you
wo
n't
go
back
?
"
as
if
it
were
the
one
possibility
he
could
not
bear
.
"
I
wo
n't
go
back
,
"
she
said
;
and
turning
away
she
opened
the
door
and
led
the
way
into
the
public
dining-room
The
strident
school-teachers
were
gathering
up
their
possessions
preparatory
to
a
straggling
flight
to
the
wharf
;
across
the
beach
lay
the
white
steam-boat
at
the
pier
;
and
over
the
sunlit
waters
Boston
loomed
in
a
line
of
haze
.
Once
more
on
the
boat
,
and
in
the
presence
of
others
,
Archer
felt
a
tranquillity
of
spirit
that
surprised
as
much
as
it
sustained
him.The
day
,
according
to
any
current
valuation
,
had
been
a
rather
ridiculous
failure
;
he
had
not
so
much
as
touched
Madame
Olenska
's
hand
with
his
lips
,
or
extracted
one
word
from
her
that
gave
promise
of
farther
opportunities
.
Nevertheless
,
for
a
man
sick
with
unsatisfied
love
,
and
parting
for
an
indefinite
period
from
the
object
of
his
passion
,
he
felt
himself
almost
humiliatingly
calm
and
comforted
.
It
was
the
perfect
balance
she
had
held
between
their
loyalty
to
others
and
their
honesty
to
themselves
that
had
so
stirred
and
yet
tranquillized
him
;
a
balance
not
artfully
calculated
,
as
her
tears
and
her
falterings
showed
,
but
resulting
naturally
from
her
unabashed
sincerity
.
It
filled
him
with
a
tender
awe
,
now
the
danger
was
over
,
and
made
him
thank
the
fates
that
no
personal
vanity
,
no
sense
of
playing
a
part
before
sophisticated
witnesses
,
had
tempted
him
to
tempt
her
.
Even
after
they
had
clasped
hands
for
good-bye
at
the
Fall
River
station
,
and
he
had
turned
away
alone
,
the
conviction
remained
with
him
of
having
saved
out
of
their
meeting
much
more
than
he
had
sacrificed.He
wandered
back
to
the
club
,
and
went
and
sat
alone
in
the
deserted
library
,
turning
and
turning
over
in
his
thoughts
every
separate
second
of
their
hours
together
.
It
was
clear
to
him
,
and
it
grew
more
clear
under
closer
scrutiny
,
that
if
she
should
finally
decide
on
returning
to
Europe
--
returning
to
her
husband
--
it
would
not
be
because
her
old
life
tempted
her
,
even
on
the
new
terms
offered
.
No
:
she
would
go
only
if
she
felt
herself
becoming
a
temptation
to
Archer
,
a
temptation
to
fall
away
from
the
standard
they
had
both
set
up
.
Her
choice
would
be
to
stay
near
him
as
long
as
he
did
not
ask
her
to
come
nearer
;
and
it
depended
on
himself
to
keep
her
just
there
,
safe
but
secluded.In
the
train
these
thoughts
were
still
with
him
.
They
enclosed
him
in
a
kind
of
golden
haze
,
through
which
the
faces
about
him
looked
remote
and
indistinct
:
he
had
a
feeling
that
if
he
spoke
to
his
fellow-travellers
they
would
not
understand
what
he
was
saying
.
In
this
state
of
abstraction
he
found
himself
,
the
following
morning
,
waking
to
the
reality
of
a
stifling
September
day
in
New
York
.
The
heat-withered
faces
in
the
long
train
streamed
past
him
,
and
he
continued
to
stare
at
them
through
the
same
golden
blur
;
but
suddenly
,
as
he
left
the
station
,
one
of
the
faces
detached
itself
,
came
closer
and
forced
itself
upon
his
consciousness
.
It
was
,
as
he
instantly
recalled
,
the
face
of
the
young
man
he
had
seen
,
the
day
before
,
passing
out
of
the
Parker
House
,
and
had
noted
as
not
conforming
to
type
,
as
not
having
an
American
hotel
face.The
same
thing
struck
him
now
;
and
again
he
became
aware
of
a
dim
stir
of
former
associations
.
The
young
man
stood
looking
about
him
with
the
dazed
air
of
the
foreigner
flung
upon
the
harsh
mercies
of
American
travel
;
then
he
advanced
toward
Archer
,
lifted
his
hat
,
and
said
in
English
:
"
Surely
,
Monsieur
,
we
met
in
London
?
"
"
Ah
,
to
be
sure
:
in
London
!
"
Archer
grasped
his
hand
with
curiosity
and
sympathy
.
"
So
you
DID
get
here
,
after
all
?
"
he
exclaimed
,
casting
a
wondering
eye
on
the
astute
and
haggard
little
countenance
of
young
Carfry
's
French
tutor
.
"
Oh
,
I
got
here
--
yes
,
"
M.
Riviere
smiled
with
drawn
lips
.
"
But
not
for
long
;
I
return
the
day
after
tomorrow
.
"
He
stood
grasping
his
light
valise
in
one
neatly
gloved
hand
,
and
gazing
anxiously
,
perplexedly
,
almost
appealingly
,
into
Archer
's
face
.
"
I
wonder
,
Monsieur
,
since
I
've
had
the
good
luck
to
run
across
you
,
if
I
might
--
"
"
I
was
just
going
to
suggest
it
:
come
to
luncheon
,
wo
n't
you
?
Down
town
,
I
mean
:
if
you
'll
look
me
up
in
my
office
I
'll
take
you
to
a
very
decent
restaurant
in
that
quarter
.
"
M.
Riviere
was
visibly
touched
and
surprised
.
"
You
're
too
kind
.
But
I
was
only
going
to
ask
if
you
would
tell
me
how
to
reach
some
sort
of
conveyance
.
There
are
no
porters
,
and
no
one
here
seems
to
listen
--
"
"
I
know
:
our
American
stations
must
surprise
you
.
When
you
ask
for
a
porter
they
give
you
chewing-gum
.
But
if
you
'll
come
along
I
'll
extricate
you
;
and
you
must
really
lunch
with
me
,
you
know
.
"
The
young
man
,
after
a
just
perceptible
hesitation
,
replied
,
with
profuse
thanks
,
and
in
a
tone
that
did
not
carry
complete
conviction
,
that
he
was
already
engaged
;
but
when
they
had
reached
the
comparative
reassurance
of
the
street
he
asked
if
he
might
call
that
afternoon.Archer
,
at
ease
in
the
midsummer
leisure
of
the
office
,
fixed
an
hour
and
scribbled
his
address
,
which
the
Frenchman
pocketed
with
reiterated
thanks
and
a
wide
flourish
of
his
hat
.
A
horse-car
received
him
,
and
Archer
walked
away.Punctually
at
the
hour
M.
Riviere
appeared
,
shaved
,
smoothed-out
,
but
still
unmistakably
drawn
and
serious
.
Archer
was
alone
in
his
office
,
and
the
young
man
,
before
accepting
the
seat
he
proffered
,
began
abruptly
:
"
I
believe
I
saw
you
,
sir
,
yesterday
in
Boston
.
"
The
statement
was
insignificant
enough
,
and
Archer
was
about
to
frame
an
assent
when
his
words
were
checked
by
something
mysterious
yet
illuminating
in
his
visitor
's
insistent
gaze
.
"
It
is
extraordinary
,
very
extraordinary
,
"
M.
Riviere
continued
,
"
that
we
should
have
met
in
the
circumstances
in
which
I
find
myself
.
"
"
What
circumstances
?
"
Archer
asked
,
wondering
a
little
crudely
if
he
needed
money.M
.
Riviere
continued
to
study
him
with
tentative
eyes
.
"
I
have
come
,
not
to
look
for
employment
,
as
I
spoke
of
doing
when
we
last
met
,
but
on
a
special
mission
--
"
"
Ah
--
!
"
Archer
exclaimed
.
In
a
flash
the
two
meetings
had
connected
themselves
in
his
mind
.
He
paused
to
take
in
the
situation
thus
suddenly
lighted
up
for
him
,
and
M.
Riviere
also
remained
silent
,
as
if
aware
that
what
he
had
said
was
enough
.
"
A
special
mission
,
"
Archer
at
length
repeated.The
young
Frenchman
,
opening
his
palms
,
raised
them
slightly
,
and
the
two
men
continued
to
look
at
each
other
across
the
office-desk
till
Archer
roused
himself
to
say
:
"
Do
sit
down
"
;
whereupon
M.
Riviere
bowed
,
took
a
distant
chair
,
and
again
waited
.
"
It
was
about
this
mission
that
you
wanted
to
consult
me
?
"
Archer
finally
asked.M
.
Riviere
bent
his
head
.
"
Not
in
my
own
behalf
:
on
that
score
I
--
I
have
fully
dealt
with
myself
.
I
should
like
--
if
I
may
--
to
speak
to
you
about
the
Countess
Olenska
.
"
Archer
had
known
for
the
last
few
minutes
that
the
words
were
coming
;
but
when
they
came
they
sent
the
blood
rushing
to
his
temples
as
if
he
had
been
caught
by
a
bent-back
branch
in
a
thicket
.
"
And
on
whose
behalf
,
"
he
said
,
"
do
you
wish
to
do
this
?
"
M.
Riviere
met
the
question
sturdily
.
"
Well
--
I
might
say
HERS
,
if
it
did
not
sound
like
a
liberty
.
Shall
I
say
instead
:
on
behalf
of
abstract
justice
?
"
Archer
considered
him
ironically
.
"
In
other
words
:
you
are
Count
Olenski
's
messenger
?
"
He
saw
his
blush
more
darkly
reflected
in
M.
Riviere
's
sallow
countenance
.
"
Not
to
YOU
,
Monsieur
.
If
I
come
to
you
,
it
is
on
quite
other
grounds
.
"
"
What
right
have
you
,
in
the
circumstances
,
to
BE
on
any
other
ground
?
"
Archer
retorted
.
"
If
you
're
an
emissary
you
're
an
emissary
.
"
The
young
man
considered
.
"
My
mission
is
over
:
as
far
as
the
Countess
Olenska
goes
,
it
has
failed
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
help
that
,
"
Archer
rejoined
on
the
same
note
of
irony
.
"
No
:
but
you
can
help
--
"
M.
Riviere
paused
,
turned
his
hat
about
in
his
still
carefully
gloved
hands
,
looked
into
its
lining
and
then
back
at
Archer
's
face
.
"
You
can
help
,
Monsieur
,
I
am
convinced
,
to
make
it
equally
a
failure
with
her
family
.
"
Archer
pushed
back
his
chair
and
stood
up
.
"
Well
--
and
by
God
I
will
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
He
stood
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
staring
down
wrathfully
at
the
little
Frenchman
,
whose
face
,
though
he
too
had
risen
,
was
still
an
inch
or
two
below
the
line
of
Archer
's
eyes.M
.
Riviere
paled
to
his
normal
hue
:
paler
than
that
his
complexion
could
hardly
turn
.
"
Why
the
devil
,
"
Archer
explosively
continued
,
"
should
you
have
thought
--
since
I
suppose
you
're
appealing
to
me
on
the
ground
of
my
relationship
to
Madame
Olenska
--
that
I
should
take
a
view
contrary
to
the
rest
of
her
family
?
"
The
change
of
expression
in
M.
Riviere
's
face
was
for
a
time
his
only
answer
.
His
look
passed
from
timidity
to
absolute
distress
:
for
a
young
man
of
his
usually
resourceful
mien
it
would
have
been
difficult
to
appear
more
disarmed
and
defenceless
.
"
Oh
,
Monsieur
--
"
"
I
ca
n't
imagine
,
"
Archer
continued
,
"
why
you
should
have
come
to
me
when
there
are
others
so
much
nearer
to
the
Countess
;
still
less
why
you
thought
I
should
be
more
accessible
to
the
arguments
I
suppose
you
were
sent
over
with
.
"
M.
Riviere
took
this
onslaught
with
a
disconcerting
humility
.
"
The
arguments
I
want
to
present
to
you
,
Monsieur
,
are
my
own
and
not
those
I
was
sent
over
with
.
"
"
Then
I
see
still
less
reason
for
listening
to
them
.
"
M.
Riviere
again
looked
into
his
hat
,
as
if
considering
whether
these
last
words
were
not
a
sufficiently
broad
hint
to
put
it
on
and
be
gone
.
Then
he
spoke
with
sudden
decision
.
"
Monsieur
--
will
you
tell
me
one
thing
?
Is
it
my
right
to
be
here
that
you
question
?
Or
do
you
perhaps
believe
the
whole
matter
to
be
already
closed
?
"
His
quiet
insistence
made
Archer
feel
the
clumsiness
of
his
own
bluster
.
M.
Riviere
had
succeeded
in
imposing
himself
:
Archer
,
reddening
slightly
,
dropped
into
his
chair
again
,
and
signed
to
the
young
man
to
be
seated
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
:
but
why
is
n't
the
matter
closed
?
"
M.
Riviere
gazed
back
at
him
with
anguish
.
"
You
do
,
then
,
agree
with
the
rest
of
the
family
that
,
in
face
of
the
new
proposals
I
have
brought
,
it
is
hardly
possible
for
Madame
Olenska
not
to
return
to
her
husband
?
"
"
Good
God
!
"
Archer
exclaimed
;
and
his
visitor
gave
out
a
low
murmur
of
confirmation
.
"
Before
seeing
her
,
I
saw
--
at
Count
Olenski
's
request
--
Mr.
Lovell
Mingott
,
with
whom
I
had
several
talks
before
going
to
Boston
.
I
understand
that
he
represents
his
mother
's
view
;
and
that
Mrs.
Manson
Mingott
's
influence
is
great
throughout
her
family
.
"
Archer
sat
silent
,
with
the
sense
of
clinging
to
the
edge
of
a
sliding
precipice
.
The
discovery
that
he
had
been
excluded
from
a
share
in
these
negotiations
,
and
even
from
the
knowledge
that
they
were
on
foot
,
caused
him
a
surprise
hardly
dulled
by
the
acuter
wonder
of
what
he
was
learning
.
He
saw
in
a
flash
that
if
the
family
had
ceased
to
consult
him
it
was
because
some
deep
tribal
instinct
warned
them
that
he
was
no
longer
on
their
side
;
and
he
recalled
,
with
a
start
of
comprehension
,
a
remark
of
May
's
during
their
drive
home
from
Mrs.
Manson
Mingott
's
on
the
day
of
the
Archery
Meeting
:
"
Perhaps
,
after
all
,
Ellen
would
be
happier
with
her
husband
.
"
Even
in
the
tumult
of
new
discoveries
Archer
remembered
his
indignant
exclamation
,
and
the
fact
that
since
then
his
wife
had
never
named
Madame
Olenska
to
him
.
Her
careless
allusion
had
no
doubt
been
the
straw
held
up
to
see
which
way
the
wind
blew
;
the
result
had
been
reported
to
the
family
,
and
thereafter
Archer
had
been
tacitly
omitted
from
their
counsels
.
He
admired
the
tribal
discipline
which
made
May
bow
to
this
decision
.
