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As
it
drove
off
she
leaned
forward
,
and
he
thought
she
waved
her
hand
in
the
obscurity
.
He
stared
after
her
in
a
turmoil
of
contradictory
feelings
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
been
speaking
not
to
the
woman
he
loved
but
to
another
,
a
woman
he
was
indebted
to
for
pleasures
already
wearied
of
:
it
was
hateful
to
find
himself
the
prisoner
of
this
hackneyed
vocabulary
.
"
She
'll
come
!
"
he
said
to
himself
,
almost
contemptuously.Avoiding
the
popular
"
Wolfe
collection
,
"
whose
anecdotic
canvases
filled
one
of
the
main
galleries
of
the
queer
wilderness
of
cast-iron
and
encaustic
tiles
known
as
the
Metropolitan
Museum
,
they
had
wandered
down
a
passage
to
the
room
where
the
"
Cesnola
antiquities
"
mouldered
in
unvisited
loneliness.They
had
this
melancholy
retreat
to
themselves
,
and
seated
on
the
divan
enclosing
the
central
steam-radiator
,
they
were
staring
silently
at
the
glass
cabinets
mounted
in
ebonised
wood
which
contained
the
recovered
fragments
of
Ilium
.
"
It
's
odd
,
"
Madame
Olenska
said
,
"
I
never
came
here
before
.
"
"
Ah
,
well
--
.
Some
day
,
I
suppose
,
it
will
be
a
great
Museum
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
assented
absently.She
stood
up
and
wandered
across
the
room
.
Archer
,
remaining
seated
,
watched
the
light
movements
of
her
figure
,
so
girlish
even
under
its
heavy
furs
,
the
cleverly
planted
heron
wing
in
her
fur
cap
,
and
the
way
a
dark
curl
lay
like
a
flattened
vine
spiral
on
each
cheek
above
the
ear
.
His
mind
,
as
always
when
they
first
met
,
was
wholly
absorbed
in
the
delicious
details
that
made
her
herself
and
no
other
.
Presently
he
rose
and
approached
the
case
before
which
she
stood
.
Its
glass
shelves
were
crowded
with
small
broken
objects
--
hardly
recognisable
domestic
utensils
,
ornaments
and
personal
trifles
--
made
of
glass
,
of
clay
,
of
discoloured
bronze
and
other
time-blurred
substances
.
"
It
seems
cruel
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
after
a
while
nothing
matters
...
any
more
than
these
little
things
,
that
used
to
be
necessary
and
important
to
forgotten
people
,
and
now
have
to
be
guessed
at
under
a
magnifying
glass
and
labelled
:
'
Use
unknown
.
'
"
"
Yes
;
but
meanwhile
--
"
"
Ah
,
meanwhile
--
"
As
she
stood
there
,
in
her
long
sealskin
coat
,
her
hands
thrust
in
a
small
round
muff
,
her
veil
drawn
down
like
a
transparent
mask
to
the
tip
of
her
nose
,
and
the
bunch
of
violets
he
had
brought
her
stirring
with
her
quickly-taken
breath
,
it
seemed
incredible
that
this
pure
harmony
of
line
and
colour
should
ever
suffer
the
stupid
law
of
change
.
"
Meanwhile
everything
matters
--
that
concerns
you
,
"
he
said.She
looked
at
him
thoughtfully
,
and
turned
back
to
the
divan
.
He
sat
down
beside
her
and
waited
;
but
suddenly
he
heard
a
step
echoing
far
off
down
the
empty
rooms
,
and
felt
the
pressure
of
the
minutes
.
"
What
is
it
you
wanted
to
tell
me
?
"
she
asked
,
as
if
she
had
received
the
same
warning
.
"
What
I
wanted
to
tell
you
?
"
he
rejoined
.
"
Why
,
that
I
believe
you
came
to
New
York
because
you
were
afraid
.
"
"
Afraid
?
"
"
Of
my
coming
to
Washington
.
"
She
looked
down
at
her
muff
,
and
he
saw
her
hands
stir
in
it
uneasily
.
"
Well
--
?
"
"
Well
--
yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
WERE
afraid
?
You
knew
--
?
"
"
Yes
:
I
knew
...
"
"
Well
,
then
?
"
he
insisted
.
"
Well
,
then
:
this
is
better
,
is
n't
it
?
"
she
returned
with
a
long
questioning
sigh
.
"
Better
--
?
"
"
We
shall
hurt
others
less
.
Is
n't
it
,
after
all
,
what
you
always
wanted
?
"
"
To
have
you
here
,
you
mean
--
in
reach
and
yet
out
of
reach
?
To
meet
you
in
this
way
,
on
the
sly
?
It
's
the
very
reverse
of
what
I
want
.
I
told
you
the
other
day
what
I
wanted
.
"
She
hesitated
.
"
And
you
still
think
this
--
worse
?
"
"
A
thousand
times
!
"
He
paused
.
"
It
would
be
easy
to
lie
to
you
;
but
the
truth
is
I
think
it
detestable
.
"
"
Oh
,
so
do
I
!
"
she
cried
with
a
deep
breath
of
relief.He
sprang
up
impatiently
.
"
Well
,
then
--
it
's
my
turn
to
ask
:
what
is
it
,
in
God
's
name
,
that
you
think
better
?
"
She
hung
her
head
and
continued
to
clasp
and
unclasp
her
hands
in
her
muff
.
The
step
drew
nearer
,
and
a
guardian
in
a
braided
cap
walked
listlessly
through
the
room
like
a
ghost
stalking
through
a
necropolis
.
They
fixed
their
eyes
simultaneously
on
the
case
opposite
them
,
and
when
the
official
figure
had
vanished
down
a
vista
of
mummies
and
sarcophagi
Archer
spoke
again
.
"
What
do
you
think
better
?
"
Instead
of
answering
she
murmured
:
"
I
promised
Granny
to
stay
with
her
because
it
seemed
to
me
that
here
I
should
be
safer
.
"
"
From
me
?
"
She
bent
her
head
slightly
,
without
looking
at
him
.
"
Safer
from
loving
me
?
"
Her
profile
did
not
stir
,
but
he
saw
a
tear
overflow
on
her
lashes
and
hang
in
a
mesh
of
her
veil
.
"
Safer
from
doing
irreparable
harm
.
Do
n't
let
us
be
like
all
the
others
!
"
she
protested
.
"
What
others
?
I
do
n't
profess
to
be
different
from
my
kind
.
I
'm
consumed
by
the
same
wants
and
the
same
longings
.
"
She
glanced
at
him
with
a
kind
of
terror
,
and
he
saw
a
faint
colour
steal
into
her
cheeks
.
"
Shall
I
--
once
come
to
you
;
and
then
go
home
?
"
she
suddenly
hazarded
in
a
low
clear
voice.The
blood
rushed
to
the
young
man
's
forehead
.
"
Dearest
!
"
he
said
,
without
moving
.
It
seemed
as
if
he
held
his
heart
in
his
hands
,
like
a
full
cup
that
the
least
motion
might
overbrim.Then
her
last
phrase
struck
his
ear
and
his
face
clouded
.
"
Go
home
?
What
do
you
mean
by
going
home
?
"
"
Home
to
my
husband
.
"
"
And
you
expect
me
to
say
yes
to
that
?
"
She
raised
her
troubled
eyes
to
his
.
"
What
else
is
there
?
I
ca
n't
stay
here
and
lie
to
the
people
who
've
been
good
to
me
.
"
"
But
that
's
the
very
reason
why
I
ask
you
to
come
away
!
"
"
And
destroy
their
lives
,
when
they
've
helped
me
to
remake
mine
?
"
Archer
sprang
to
his
feet
and
stood
looking
down
on
her
in
inarticulate
despair
.
It
would
have
been
easy
to
say
:
"
Yes
,
come
;
come
once
.
"
He
knew
the
power
she
would
put
in
his
hands
if
she
consented
;
there
would
be
no
difficulty
then
in
persuading
her
not
to
go
back
to
her
husband.But
something
silenced
the
word
on
his
lips
.
A
sort
of
passionate
honesty
in
her
made
it
inconceivable
that
he
should
try
to
draw
her
into
that
familiar
trap
.
"
If
I
were
to
let
her
come
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
should
have
to
let
her
go
again
.
"
And
that
was
not
to
be
imagined.But
he
saw
the
shadow
of
the
lashes
on
her
wet
cheek
,
and
wavered
.
"
After
all
,
"
he
began
again
,
"
we
have
lives
of
our
own
...
There
's
no
use
attempting
the
impossible
.
You
're
so
unprejudiced
about
some
things
,
so
used
,
as
you
say
,
to
looking
at
the
Gorgon
,
that
I
do
n't
know
why
you
're
afraid
to
face
our
case
,
and
see
it
as
it
really
is
--
unless
you
think
the
sacrifice
is
not
worth
making
.
"
She
stood
up
also
,
her
lips
tightening
under
a
rapid
frown
.
"
Call
it
that
,
then
--
I
must
go
,
"
she
said
,
drawing
her
little
watch
from
her
bosom.She
turned
away
,
and
he
followed
and
caught
her
by
the
wrist
.
"
Well
,
then
:
come
to
me
once
,
"
he
said
,
his
head
turning
suddenly
at
the
thought
of
losing
her
;
and
for
a
second
or
two
they
looked
at
each
other
almost
like
enemies
.
"
When
?
"
he
insisted
.
"
Tomorrow
?
"
She
hesitated
.
"
The
day
after
.
"
"
Dearest
--
!
"
he
said
again.She
had
disengaged
her
wrist
;
but
for
a
moment
they
continued
to
hold
each
other
's
eyes
,
and
he
saw
that
her
face
,
which
had
grown
very
pale
,
was
flooded
with
a
deep
inner
radiance
.
His
heart
beat
with
awe
:
he
felt
that
he
had
never
before
beheld
love
visible
.
"
Oh
,
I
shall
be
late
--
good-bye
.
No
,
do
n't
come
any
farther
than
this
,
"
she
cried
,
walking
hurriedly
away
down
the
long
room
,
as
if
the
reflected
radiance
in
his
eyes
had
frightened
her
.
When
she
reached
the
door
she
turned
for
a
moment
to
wave
a
quick
farewell.Archer
walked
home
alone
.
Darkness
was
falling
when
he
let
himself
into
his
house
,
and
he
looked
about
at
the
familiar
objects
in
the
hall
as
if
he
viewed
them
from
the
other
side
of
the
grave.The
parlour-maid
,
hearing
his
step
,
ran
up
the
stairs
to
light
the
gas
on
the
upper
landing
.
"
Is
Mrs.
Archer
in
?
"
"
No
,
sir
;
Mrs.
Archer
went
out
in
the
carriage
after
luncheon
,
and
has
n't
come
back
.
"
With
a
sense
of
relief
he
entered
the
library
and
flung
himself
down
in
his
armchair
.
The
parlour-maid
followed
,
bringing
the
student
lamp
and
shaking
some
coals
onto
the
dying
fire
.
When
she
left
he
continued
to
sit
motionless
,
his
elbows
on
his
knees
,
his
chin
on
his
clasped
hands
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
red
grate.He
sat
there
without
conscious
thoughts
,
without
sense
of
the
lapse
of
time
,
in
a
deep
and
grave
amazement
that
seemed
to
suspend
life
rather
than
quicken
it
.
"
This
was
what
had
to
be
,
then
...
this
was
what
had
to
be
,
"
he
kept
repeating
to
himself
,
as
if
he
hung
in
the
clutch
of
doom
.
What
he
had
dreamed
of
had
been
so
different
that
there
was
a
mortal
chill
in
his
rapture.The
door
opened
and
May
came
in
.
"
I
'm
dreadfully
late
--
you
were
n't
worried
,
were
you
?
"
she
asked
,
laying
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
with
one
of
her
rare
caresses.He
looked
up
astonished
.
"
Is
it
late
?
"
"
After
seven
.
I
believe
you
've
been
asleep
!
"
She
laughed
,
and
drawing
out
her
hat
pins
tossed
her
velvet
hat
on
the
sofa
.
She
looked
paler
than
usual
,
but
sparkling
with
an
unwonted
animation
.
"
I
went
to
see
Granny
,
and
just
as
I
was
going
away
Ellen
came
in
from
a
walk
;
so
I
stayed
and
had
a
long
talk
with
her
.
It
was
ages
since
we
'd
had
a
real
talk
...
"
She
had
dropped
into
her
usual
armchair
,
facing
his
,
and
was
running
her
fingers
through
her
rumpled
hair
.
He
fancied
she
expected
him
to
speak
.
"
A
really
good
talk
,
"
she
went
on
,
smiling
with
what
seemed
to
Archer
an
unnatural
vividness
.
"
She
was
so
dear
--
just
like
the
old
Ellen
.
I
'm
afraid
I
have
n't
been
fair
to
her
lately
.
I
've
sometimes
thought
--
"
Archer
stood
up
and
leaned
against
the
mantelpiece
,
out
of
the
radius
of
the
lamp
.
"
Yes
,
you
've
thought
--
?
"
he
echoed
as
she
paused
.
"
Well
,
perhaps
I
have
n't
judged
her
fairly
.
She
's
so
different
--
at
least
on
the
surface
.
She
takes
up
such
odd
people
--
she
seems
to
like
to
make
herself
conspicuous
.
I
suppose
it
's
the
life
she
's
led
in
that
fast
European
society
;
no
doubt
we
seem
dreadfully
dull
to
her
.
But
I
do
n't
want
to
judge
her
unfairly
.
"
She
paused
again
,
a
little
breathless
with
the
unwonted
length
of
her
speech
,
and
sat
with
her
lips
slightly
parted
and
a
deep
blush
on
her
cheeks.Archer
,
as
he
looked
at
her
,
was
reminded
of
the
glow
which
had
suffused
her
face
in
the
Mission
Garden
at
St.
Augustine
.
He
became
aware
of
the
same
obscure
effort
in
her
,
the
same
reaching
out
toward
something
beyond
the
usual
range
of
her
vision
.
"
She
hates
Ellen
,
"
he
thought
,
"
and
she
's
trying
to
overcome
the
feeling
,
and
to
get
me
to
help
her
to
overcome
it
.
"
The
thought
moved
him
,
and
for
a
moment
he
was
on
the
point
of
breaking
the
silence
between
them
,
and
throwing
himself
on
her
mercy
.
"
You
understand
,
do
n't
you
,
"
she
went
on
,
"
why
the
family
have
sometimes
been
annoyed
?
We
all
did
what
we
could
for
her
at
first
;
but
she
never
seemed
to
understand
.
And
now
this
idea
of
going
to
see
Mrs.
Beaufort
,
of
going
there
in
Granny
's
carriage
!
I
'm
afraid
she
's
quite
alienated
the
van
der
Luydens
...
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Archer
with
an
impatient
laugh
.
The
open
door
had
closed
between
them
again
.
"
It
's
time
to
dress
;
we
're
dining
out
,
are
n't
we
?
"
he
asked
,
moving
from
the
fire
She
rose
also
,
but
lingered
near
the
hearth
.
As
he
walked
past
her
she
moved
forward
impulsively
,
as
though
to
detain
him
:
their
eyes
met
,
and
he
saw
that
hers
were
of
the
same
swimming
blue
as
when
he
had
left
her
to
drive
to
Jersey
City.She
flung
her
arms
about
his
neck
and
pressed
her
cheek
to
his
.
"
You
have
n't
kissed
me
today
,
"
she
said
in
a
whisper
;
and
he
felt
her
tremble
in
his
arms
.
"
At
the
court
of
the
Tuileries
,
"
said
Mr.
Sillerton
Jackson
with
his
reminiscent
smile
,
"
such
things
were
pretty
openly
tolerated
.
"
The
scene
was
the
van
der
Luydens
'
black
walnut
dining-room
in
Madison
Avenue
,
and
the
time
the
evening
after
Newland
Archer
's
visit
to
the
Museum
of
Art
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
had
come
to
town
for
a
few
days
from
Skuytercliff
,
whither
they
had
precipitately
fled
at
the
announcement
of
Beaufort
's
failure
.
It
had
been
represented
to
them
that
the
disarray
into
which
society
had
been
thrown
by
this
deplorable
affair
made
their
presence
in
town
more
necessary
than
ever
.
It
was
one
of
the
occasions
when
,
as
Mrs.
Archer
put
it
,
they
"
owed
it
to
society
"
to
show
themselves
at
the
Opera
,
and
even
to
open
their
own
doors
.
"
It
will
never
do
,
my
dear
Louisa
,
to
let
people
like
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
think
they
can
step
into
Regina
's
shoes
.
It
is
just
at
such
times
that
new
people
push
in
and
get
a
footing
.
It
was
owing
to
the
epidemic
of
chicken-pox
in
New
York
the
winter
Mrs.
Struthers
first
appeared
that
the
married
men
slipped
away
to
her
house
while
their
wives
were
in
the
nursery
.
You
and
dear
Henry
,
Louisa
,
must
stand
in
the
breach
as
you
always
have
.
"
Mr.
and
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
could
not
remain
deaf
to
such
a
call
,
and
reluctantly
but
heroically
they
had
come
to
town
,
unmuffled
the
house
,
and
sent
out
invitations
for
two
dinners
and
an
evening
reception.On
this
particular
evening
they
had
invited
Sillerton
Jackson
,
Mrs.
Archer
and
Newland
and
his
wife
to
go
with
them
to
the
Opera
,
where
Faust
was
being
sung
for
the
first
time
that
winter
.
Nothing
was
done
without
ceremony
under
the
van
der
Luyden
roof
,
and
though
there
were
but
four
guests
the
repast
had
begun
at
seven
punctually
,
so
that
the
proper
sequence
of
courses
might
be
served
without
haste
before
the
gentlemen
settled
down
to
their
cigars.Archer
had
not
seen
his
wife
since
the
evening
before
.
He
had
left
early
for
the
office
,
where
he
had
plunged
into
an
accumulation
of
unimportant
business
.
In
the
afternoon
one
of
the
senior
partners
had
made
an
unexpected
call
on
his
time
;
and
he
had
reached
home
so
late
that
May
had
preceded
him
to
the
van
der
Luydens
'
,
and
sent
back
the
carriage.Now
,
across
the
Skuytercliff
carnations
and
the
massive
plate
,
she
struck
him
as
pale
and
languid
;
but
her
eyes
shone
,
and
she
talked
with
exaggerated
animation.The
subject
which
had
called
forth
Mr.
Sillerton
Jackson
's
favourite
allusion
had
been
brought
up
(
Archer
fancied
not
without
intention
)
by
their
hostess
.
The
Beaufort
failure
,
or
rather
the
Beaufort
attitude
since
the
failure
,
was
still
a
fruitful
theme
for
the
drawing-room
moralist
;
and
after
it
had
been
thoroughly
examined
and
condemned
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
had
turned
her
scrupulous
eyes
on
May
Archer
.
"
Is
it
possible
,
dear
,
that
what
I
hear
is
true
?
I
was
told
your
grandmother
Mingott
's
carriage
was
seen
standing
at
Mrs.
Beaufort
's
door
.
"
It
was
noticeable
that
she
no
longer
called
the
offending
lady
by
her
Christian
name.May
's
colour
rose
,
and
Mrs.
Archer
put
in
hastily
:
"
If
it
was
,
I
'm
convinced
it
was
there
without
Mrs.
Mingott
's
knowledge
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
think
--
?
"
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
paused
,
sighed
,
and
glanced
at
her
husband
.
