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Welland
could
not
possibly
go
to
Jersey
City
because
she
was
to
accompany
her
husband
to
old
Catherine
's
that
afternoon
,
and
the
brougham
could
not
be
spared
,
since
,
if
Mr.
Welland
were
"
upset
"
by
seeing
his
mother-in-law
for
the
first
time
after
her
attack
,
he
might
have
to
be
taken
home
at
a
moment
's
notice
.
The
Welland
sons
would
of
course
be
"
down
town
,
"
Mr.
Lovell
Mingott
would
be
just
hurrying
back
from
his
shooting
,
and
the
Mingott
carriage
engaged
in
meeting
him
;
and
one
could
not
ask
May
,
at
the
close
of
a
winter
afternoon
,
to
go
alone
across
the
ferry
to
Jersey
City
,
even
in
her
own
carriage
.
Nevertheless
,
it
might
appear
inhospitable
--
and
contrary
to
old
Catherine
's
express
wishes
--
if
Madame
Olenska
were
allowed
to
arrive
without
any
of
the
family
being
at
the
station
to
receive
her
.
It
was
just
like
Ellen
,
Mrs.
Welland
's
tired
voice
implied
,
to
place
the
family
in
such
a
dilemma
.
"
It
's
always
one
thing
after
another
,
"
the
poor
lady
grieved
,
in
one
of
her
rare
revolts
against
fate
;
"
the
only
thing
that
makes
me
think
Mamma
must
be
less
well
than
Dr.
Bencomb
will
admit
is
this
morbid
desire
to
have
Ellen
come
at
once
,
however
inconvenient
it
is
to
meet
her
.
"
The
words
had
been
thoughtless
,
as
the
utterances
of
impatience
often
are
;
and
Mr.
Welland
was
upon
them
with
a
pounce
.
"
Augusta
,
"
he
said
,
turning
pale
and
laying
down
his
fork
,
"
have
you
any
other
reason
for
thinking
that
Bencomb
is
less
to
be
relied
on
than
he
was
?
Have
you
noticed
that
he
has
been
less
conscientious
than
usual
in
following
up
my
case
or
your
mother
's
?
"
It
was
Mrs.
Welland
's
turn
to
grow
pale
as
the
endless
consequences
of
her
blunder
unrolled
themselves
before
her
;
but
she
managed
to
laugh
,
and
take
a
second
helping
of
scalloped
oysters
,
before
she
said
,
struggling
back
into
her
old
armour
of
cheerfulness
:
"
My
dear
,
how
could
you
imagine
such
a
thing
?
I
only
meant
that
,
after
the
decided
stand
Mamma
took
about
its
being
Ellen
's
duty
to
go
back
to
her
husband
,
it
seems
strange
that
she
should
be
seized
with
this
sudden
whim
to
see
her
,
when
there
are
half
a
dozen
other
grandchildren
that
she
might
have
asked
for
.
But
we
must
never
forget
that
Mamma
,
in
spite
of
her
wonderful
vitality
,
is
a
very
old
woman
.
"
Mr.
Welland
's
brow
remained
clouded
,
and
it
was
evident
that
his
perturbed
imagination
had
fastened
at
once
on
this
last
remark
.
"
Yes
:
your
mother
's
a
very
old
woman
;
and
for
all
we
know
Bencomb
may
not
be
as
successful
with
very
old
people
.
As
you
say
,
my
dear
,
it
's
always
one
thing
after
another
;
and
in
another
ten
or
fifteen
years
I
suppose
I
shall
have
the
pleasing
duty
of
looking
about
for
a
new
doctor
.
It
's
always
better
to
make
such
a
change
before
it
's
absolutely
necessary
.
"
And
having
arrived
at
this
Spartan
decision
Mr.
Welland
firmly
took
up
his
fork
.
"
But
all
the
while
,
"
Mrs.
Welland
began
again
,
as
she
rose
from
the
luncheon-table
,
and
led
the
way
into
the
wilderness
of
purple
satin
and
malachite
known
as
the
back
drawing-room
,
"
I
do
n't
see
how
Ellen
's
to
be
got
here
tomorrow
evening
;
and
I
do
like
to
have
things
settled
for
at
least
twenty-four
hours
ahead
.
"
Archer
turned
from
the
fascinated
contemplation
of
a
small
painting
representing
two
Cardinals
carousing
,
in
an
octagonal
ebony
frame
set
with
medallions
of
onyx
.
"
Shall
I
fetch
her
?
"
he
proposed
.
"
I
can
easily
get
away
from
the
office
in
time
to
meet
the
brougham
at
the
ferry
,
if
May
will
send
it
there
.
"
His
heart
was
beating
excitedly
as
he
spoke.Mrs
.
Welland
heaved
a
sigh
of
gratitude
,
and
May
,
who
had
moved
away
to
the
window
,
turned
to
shed
on
him
a
beam
of
approval
.
"
So
you
see
,
Mamma
,
everything
WILL
be
settled
twenty-four
hours
in
advance
,
"
she
said
,
stooping
over
to
kiss
her
mother
's
troubled
forehead.May
's
brougham
awaited
her
at
the
door
,
and
she
was
to
drive
Archer
to
Union
Square
,
where
he
could
pick
up
a
Broadway
car
to
carry
him
to
the
office
.
As
she
settled
herself
in
her
corner
she
said
:
"
I
did
n't
want
to
worry
Mamma
by
raising
fresh
obstacles
;
but
how
can
you
meet
Ellen
tomorrow
,
and
bring
her
back
to
New
York
,
when
you
're
going
to
Washington
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
not
going
,
"
Archer
answered
.
"
Not
going
?
Why
,
what
's
happened
?
"
Her
voice
was
as
clear
as
a
bell
,
and
full
of
wifely
solicitude
.
"
The
case
is
off
--
postponed
.
"
"
Postponed
?
How
odd
!
I
saw
a
note
this
morning
from
Mr.
Letterblair
to
Mamma
saying
that
he
was
going
to
Washington
tomorrow
for
the
big
patent
case
that
he
was
to
argue
before
the
Supreme
Court
.
You
said
it
was
a
patent
case
,
did
n't
you
?
"
"
Well
--
that
's
it
:
the
whole
office
ca
n't
go
.
Letterblair
decided
to
go
this
morning
"
"
Then
it
's
NOT
postponed
?
"
she
continued
,
with
an
insistence
so
unlike
her
that
he
felt
the
blood
rising
to
his
face
,
as
if
he
were
blushing
for
her
unwonted
lapse
from
all
the
traditional
delicacies
.
"
No
:
but
my
going
is
,
"
he
answered
,
cursing
the
unnecessary
explanations
that
he
had
given
when
he
had
announced
his
intention
of
going
to
Washington
,
and
wondering
where
he
had
read
that
clever
liars
give
details
,
but
that
the
cleverest
do
not
.
It
did
not
hurt
him
half
as
much
to
tell
May
an
untruth
as
to
see
her
trying
to
pretend
that
she
had
not
detected
him
.
"
I
'm
not
going
till
later
on
:
luckily
for
the
convenience
of
your
family
,
"
he
continued
,
taking
base
refuge
in
sarcasm
.
As
he
spoke
he
felt
that
she
was
looking
at
him
,
and
he
turned
his
eyes
to
hers
in
order
not
to
appear
to
be
avoiding
them
.
Their
glances
met
for
a
second
,
and
perhaps
let
them
into
each
other
's
meanings
more
deeply
than
either
cared
to
go
.
"
Yes
;
it
IS
awfully
convenient
,
"
May
brightly
agreed
,
"
that
you
should
be
able
to
meet
Ellen
after
all
;
you
saw
how
much
Mamma
appreciated
your
offering
to
do
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
delighted
to
do
it
.
"
The
carriage
stopped
,
and
as
he
jumped
out
she
leaned
to
him
and
laid
her
hand
on
his
.
"
Good-bye
,
dearest
,
"
she
said
,
her
eyes
so
blue
that
he
wondered
afterward
if
they
had
shone
on
him
through
tears.He
turned
away
and
hurried
across
Union
Square
,
repeating
to
himself
,
in
a
sort
of
inward
chant
:
"
It
's
all
of
two
hours
from
Jersey
City
to
old
Catherine
's
.
It
's
all
of
two
hours
--
and
it
may
be
more
.
"
His
wife
's
dark
blue
brougham
(
with
the
wedding
varnish
still
on
it
)
met
Archer
at
the
ferry
,
and
conveyed
him
luxuriously
to
the
Pennsylvania
terminus
in
Jersey
City.It
was
a
sombre
snowy
afternoon
,
and
the
gas-lamps
were
lit
in
the
big
reverberating
station
.
As
he
paced
the
platform
,
waiting
for
the
Washington
express
,
he
remembered
that
there
were
people
who
thought
there
would
one
day
be
a
tunnel
under
the
Hudson
through
which
the
trains
of
the
Pennsylvania
railway
would
run
straight
into
New
York
.
They
were
of
the
brotherhood
of
visionaries
who
likewise
predicted
the
building
of
ships
that
would
cross
the
Atlantic
in
five
days
,
the
invention
of
a
flying
machine
,
lighting
by
electricity
,
telephonic
communication
without
wires
,
and
other
Arabian
Night
marvels
.
"
I
do
n't
care
which
of
their
visions
comes
true
,
"
Archer
mused
,
"
as
long
as
the
tunnel
is
n't
built
yet
.
"
In
his
senseless
school-boy
happiness
he
pictured
Madame
Olenska
's
descent
from
the
train
,
his
discovery
of
her
a
long
way
off
,
among
the
throngs
of
meaningless
faces
,
her
clinging
to
his
arm
as
he
guided
her
to
the
carriage
,
their
slow
approach
to
the
wharf
among
slipping
horses
,
laden
carts
,
vociferating
teamsters
,
and
then
the
startling
quiet
of
the
ferry-boat
,
where
they
would
sit
side
by
side
under
the
snow
,
in
the
motionless
carriage
,
while
the
earth
seemed
to
glide
away
under
them
,
rolling
to
the
other
side
of
the
sun
.
It
was
incredible
,
the
number
of
things
he
had
to
say
to
her
,
and
in
what
eloquent
order
they
were
forming
themselves
on
his
lips
...
The
clanging
and
groaning
of
the
train
came
nearer
,
and
it
staggered
slowly
into
the
station
like
a
prey-laden
monster
into
its
lair
.
Archer
pushed
forward
,
elbowing
through
the
crowd
,
and
staring
blindly
into
window
after
window
of
the
high-hung
carriages
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
he
saw
Madame
Olenska
's
pale
and
surprised
face
close
at
hand
,
and
had
again
the
mortified
sensation
of
having
forgotten
what
she
looked
like.They
reached
each
other
,
their
hands
met
,
and
he
drew
her
arm
through
his
.
"
This
way
--
I
have
the
carriage
,
"
he
said.After
that
it
all
happened
as
he
had
dreamed
.
He
helped
her
into
the
brougham
with
her
bags
,
and
had
afterward
the
vague
recollection
of
having
properly
reassured
her
about
her
grandmother
and
given
her
a
summary
of
the
Beaufort
situation
(
he
was
struck
by
the
softness
of
her
:
"
Poor
Regina
!
"
)
.
Meanwhile
the
carriage
had
worked
its
way
out
of
the
coil
about
the
station
,
and
they
were
crawling
down
the
slippery
incline
to
the
wharf
,
menaced
by
swaying
coal-carts
,
bewildered
horses
,
dishevelled
express-wagons
,
and
an
empty
hearse
--
ah
,
that
hearse
!
She
shut
her
eyes
as
it
passed
,
and
clutched
at
Archer
's
hand
.
"
If
only
it
does
n't
mean
--
poor
Granny
!
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
no
--
she
's
much
better
--
she
's
all
right
,
really
.
There
--
we
've
passed
it
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
as
if
that
made
all
the
difference
.
Her
hand
remained
in
his
,
and
as
the
carriage
lurched
across
the
gang-plank
onto
the
ferry
he
bent
over
,
unbuttoned
her
tight
brown
glove
,
and
kissed
her
palm
as
if
he
had
kissed
a
relic
.
She
disengaged
herself
with
a
faint
smile
,
and
he
said
:
"
You
did
n't
expect
me
today
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
.
"
"
I
meant
to
go
to
Washington
to
see
you
.
I
'd
made
all
my
arrangements
--
I
very
nearly
crossed
you
in
the
train
.
"
"
Oh
--
"
she
exclaimed
,
as
if
terrified
by
the
narrowness
of
their
escape
.
"
Do
you
know
--
I
hardly
remembered
you
?
"
"
Hardly
remembered
me
?
"
"
I
mean
:
how
shall
I
explain
?
I
--
it
's
always
so
.
EACH
TIME
YOU
HAPPEN
TO
ME
ALL
OVER
AGAIN
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
:
I
know
!
I
know
!
"
"
Does
it
--
do
I
too
:
to
you
?
"
he
insisted.She
nodded
,
looking
out
of
the
window
.
"
Ellen
--
Ellen
--
Ellen
!
"
She
made
no
answer
,
and
he
sat
in
silence
,
watching
her
profile
grow
indistinct
against
the
snow-streaked
dusk
beyond
the
window
.
What
had
she
been
doing
in
all
those
four
long
months
,
he
wondered
?
How
little
they
knew
of
each
other
,
after
all
!
The
precious
moments
were
slipping
away
,
but
he
had
forgotten
everything
that
he
had
meant
to
say
to
her
and
could
only
helplessly
brood
on
the
mystery
of
their
remoteness
and
their
proximity
,
which
seemed
to
be
symbolised
by
the
fact
of
their
sitting
so
close
to
each
other
,
and
yet
being
unable
to
see
each
other
's
faces
.
"
What
a
pretty
carriage
!
Is
it
May
's
?
"
she
asked
,
suddenly
turning
her
face
from
the
window
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
It
was
May
who
sent
you
to
fetch
me
,
then
?
How
kind
of
her
!
"
He
made
no
answer
for
a
moment
;
then
he
said
explosively
:
"
Your
husband
's
secretary
came
to
see
me
the
day
after
we
met
in
Boston
.
"
In
his
brief
letter
to
her
he
had
made
no
allusion
to
M.
Riviere
's
visit
,
and
his
intention
had
been
to
bury
the
incident
in
his
bosom
.
But
her
reminder
that
they
were
in
his
wife
's
carriage
provoked
him
to
an
impulse
of
retaliation
.
He
would
see
if
she
liked
his
reference
to
Riviere
any
better
than
he
liked
hers
to
May
!
As
on
certain
other
occasions
when
he
had
expected
to
shake
her
out
of
her
usual
composure
,
she
betrayed
no
sign
of
surprise
:
and
at
once
he
concluded
:
"
He
writes
to
her
,
then
.
"
"
M.
Riviere
went
to
see
you
?
"
"
Yes
:
did
n't
you
know
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
answered
simply
.
"
And
you
're
not
surprised
?
"
She
hesitated
.
"
Why
should
I
be
?
He
told
me
in
Boston
that
he
knew
you
;
that
he
'd
met
you
in
England
I
think
.
"
"
Ellen
--
I
must
ask
you
one
thing
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
wanted
to
ask
it
after
I
saw
him
,
but
I
could
n't
put
it
in
a
letter
.
It
was
Riviere
who
helped
you
to
get
away
--
when
you
left
your
husband
?
"
His
heart
was
beating
suffocatingly
.
Would
she
meet
this
question
with
the
same
composure
?
"
Yes
:
I
owe
him
a
great
debt
,
"
she
answered
,
without
the
least
tremor
in
her
quiet
voice.Her
tone
was
so
natural
,
so
almost
indifferent
,
that
Archer
's
turmoil
subsided
.
Once
more
she
had
managed
,
by
her
sheer
simplicity
,
to
make
him
feel
stupidly
conventional
just
when
he
thought
he
was
flinging
convention
to
the
winds
.
"
I
think
you
're
the
most
honest
woman
I
ever
met
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Oh
,
no
--
but
probably
one
of
the
least
fussy
,
"
she
answered
,
a
smile
in
her
voice
.
"
Call
it
what
you
like
:
you
look
at
things
as
they
are
.
"
"
Ah
--
I
've
had
to
.
I
've
had
to
look
at
the
Gorgon
.
"
"
Well
--
it
has
n't
blinded
you
!
You
've
seen
that
she
's
just
an
old
bogey
like
all
the
others
.
"
"
She
does
n't
blind
one
;
but
she
dries
up
one
's
tears
.
"
The
answer
checked
the
pleading
on
Archer
's
lips
:
it
seemed
to
come
from
depths
of
experience
beyond
his
reach
.
The
slow
advance
of
the
ferry-boat
had
ceased
,
and
her
bows
bumped
against
the
piles
of
the
slip
with
a
violence
that
made
the
brougham
stagger
,
and
flung
Archer
and
Madame
Olenska
against
each
other
.
The
young
man
,
trembling
,
felt
the
pressure
of
her
shoulder
,
and
passed
his
arm
about
her
.
"
If
you
're
not
blind
,
then
,
you
must
see
that
this
ca
n't
last
.
"
"
What
ca
n't
?
"
"
Our
being
together
--
and
not
together
.
"
"
No
.
You
ought
not
to
have
come
today
,
"
she
said
in
an
altered
voice
;
and
suddenly
she
turned
,
flung
her
arms
about
him
and
pressed
her
lips
to
his
.
At
the
same
moment
the
carriage
began
to
move
,
and
a
gas-lamp
at
the
head
of
the
slip
flashed
its
light
into
the
window
.
She
drew
away
,
and
they
sat
silent
and
motionless
while
the
brougham
struggled
through
the
congestion
of
carriages
about
the
ferry-landing
.
As
they
gained
the
street
Archer
began
to
speak
hurriedly
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
of
me
:
you
need
n't
squeeze
yourself
back
into
your
corner
like
that
.
A
stolen
kiss
is
n't
what
I
want
.
Look
:
I
'm
not
even
trying
to
touch
the
sleeve
of
your
jacket
.
Do
n't
suppose
that
I
do
n't
understand
your
reasons
for
not
wanting
to
let
this
feeling
between
us
dwindle
into
an
ordinary
hole-and-corner
love-affair
.
I
could
n't
have
spoken
like
this
yesterday
,
because
when
we
've
been
apart
,
and
I
'm
looking
forward
to
seeing
you
,
every
thought
is
burnt
up
in
a
great
flame
.
But
then
you
come
;
and
you
're
so
much
more
than
I
remembered
,
and
what
I
want
of
you
is
so
much
more
than
an
hour
or
two
every
now
and
then
,
with
wastes
of
thirsty
waiting
between
,
that
I
can
sit
perfectly
still
beside
you
,
like
this
,
with
that
other
vision
in
my
mind
,
just
quietly
trusting
to
it
to
come
true
.
"
For
a
moment
she
made
no
reply
;
then
she
asked
,
hardly
above
a
whisper
:
"
What
do
you
mean
by
trusting
to
it
to
come
true
?
"
"
Why
--
you
know
it
will
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Your
vision
of
you
and
me
together
?
"
She
burst
into
a
sudden
hard
laugh
.
"
You
choose
your
place
well
to
put
it
to
me
!
"
"
Do
you
mean
because
we
're
in
my
wife
's
brougham
?
Shall
we
get
out
and
walk
,
then
?
I
do
n't
suppose
you
mind
a
little
snow
?
"
She
laughed
again
,
more
gently
.
"
No
;
I
sha
n't
get
out
and
walk
,
because
my
business
is
to
get
to
Granny
's
as
quickly
as
I
can
.
And
you
'll
sit
beside
me
,
and
we
'll
look
,
not
at
visions
,
but
at
realities
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
by
realities
.
The
only
reality
to
me
is
this
.
"
She
met
the
words
with
a
long
silence
,
during
which
the
carriage
rolled
down
an
obscure
side-street
and
then
turned
into
the
searching
illumination
of
Fifth
Avenue
.
"
Is
it
your
idea
,
then
,
that
I
should
live
with
you
as
your
mistress
--
since
I
ca
n't
be
your
wife
?
"
she
asked.The
crudeness
of
the
question
startled
him
:
the
word
was
one
that
women
of
his
class
fought
shy
of
,
even
when
their
talk
flitted
closest
about
the
topic
.
He
noticed
that
Madame
Olenska
pronounced
it
as
if
it
had
a
recognised
place
in
her
vocabulary
,
and
he
wondered
if
it
had
been
used
familiarly
in
her
presence
in
the
horrible
life
she
had
fled
from
.
