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Reggie
piped
up
that
she
could
not
think
of
letting
Reggie
go
till
after
the
Martha
Washington
Ball
she
was
getting
up
for
the
Blind
Asylum
in
Easter
week
;
and
her
husband
placidly
observed
that
by
that
time
he
would
have
to
be
practising
for
the
International
Polo
match.But
Mr.
Selfridge
Merry
had
caught
the
phrase
"
round
the
world
,
"
and
having
once
circled
the
globe
in
his
steam-yacht
,
he
seized
the
opportunity
to
send
down
the
table
several
striking
items
concerning
the
shallowness
of
the
Mediterranean
ports
.
Though
,
after
all
,
he
added
,
it
did
n't
matter
;
for
when
you
'd
seen
Athens
and
Smyrna
and
Constantinople
,
what
else
was
there
?
And
Mrs.
Merry
said
she
could
never
be
too
grateful
to
Dr.
Bencomb
for
having
made
them
promise
not
to
go
to
Naples
on
account
of
the
fever
.
"
But
you
must
have
three
weeks
to
do
India
properly
,
"
her
husband
conceded
,
anxious
to
have
it
understood
that
he
was
no
frivolous
globe-trotter
.
And
at
this
point
the
ladies
went
up
to
the
drawing-room
.
In
the
library
,
in
spite
of
weightier
presences
,
Lawrence
Lefferts
predominated.The
talk
,
as
usual
,
had
veered
around
to
the
Beauforts
,
and
even
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
and
Mr.
Selfridge
Merry
,
installed
in
the
honorary
arm-chairs
tacitly
reserved
for
them
,
paused
to
listen
to
the
younger
man
's
philippic.Never
had
Lefferts
so
abounded
in
the
sentiments
that
adorn
Christian
manhood
and
exalt
the
sanctity
of
the
home
.
Indignation
lent
him
a
scathing
eloquence
,
and
it
was
clear
that
if
others
had
followed
his
example
,
and
acted
as
he
talked
,
society
would
never
have
been
weak
enough
to
receive
a
foreign
upstart
like
Beaufort
--
no
,
sir
,
not
even
if
he
'd
married
a
van
der
Luyden
or
a
Lanning
instead
of
a
Dallas
.
And
what
chance
would
there
have
been
,
Lefferts
wrathfully
questioned
,
of
his
marrying
into
such
a
family
as
the
Dallases
,
if
he
had
not
already
wormed
his
way
into
certain
houses
,
as
people
like
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
had
managed
to
worm
theirs
in
his
wake
?
If
society
chose
to
open
its
doors
to
vulgar
women
the
harm
was
not
great
,
though
the
gain
was
doubtful
;
but
once
it
got
in
the
way
of
tolerating
men
of
obscure
origin
and
tainted
wealth
the
end
was
total
disintegration
--
and
at
no
distant
date
.
"
If
things
go
on
at
this
pace
,
"
Lefferts
thundered
,
looking
like
a
young
prophet
dressed
by
Poole
,
and
who
had
not
yet
been
stoned
,
"
we
shall
see
our
children
fighting
for
invitations
to
swindlers
'
houses
,
and
marrying
Beaufort
's
bastards
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
say
--
draw
it
mild
!
"
Reggie
Chivers
and
young
Newland
protested
,
while
Mr.
Selfridge
Merry
looked
genuinely
alarmed
,
and
an
expression
of
pain
and
disgust
settled
on
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
's
sensitive
face
.
"
Has
he
got
any
?
"
cried
Mr.
Sillerton
Jackson
,
pricking
up
his
ears
;
and
while
Lefferts
tried
to
turn
the
question
with
a
laugh
,
the
old
gentleman
twittered
into
Archer
's
ear
:
"
Queer
,
those
fellows
who
are
always
wanting
to
set
things
right
.
The
people
who
have
the
worst
cooks
are
always
telling
you
they
're
poisoned
when
they
dine
out
.
But
I
hear
there
are
pressing
reasons
for
our
friend
Lawrence
's
diatribe
:
--
typewriter
this
time
,
I
understand
...
"
The
talk
swept
past
Archer
like
some
senseless
river
running
and
running
because
it
did
not
know
enough
to
stop
.
He
saw
,
on
the
faces
about
him
,
expressions
of
interest
,
amusement
and
even
mirth
.
He
listened
to
the
younger
men
's
laughter
,
and
to
the
praise
of
the
Archer
Madeira
,
which
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
and
Mr.
Merry
were
thoughtfully
celebrating
.
Through
it
all
he
was
dimly
aware
of
a
general
attitude
of
friendliness
toward
himself
,
as
if
the
guard
of
the
prisoner
he
felt
himself
to
be
were
trying
to
soften
his
captivity
;
and
the
perception
increased
his
passionate
determination
to
be
free.In
the
drawing-room
,
where
they
presently
joined
the
ladies
,
he
met
May
's
triumphant
eyes
,
and
read
in
them
the
conviction
that
everything
had
"
gone
off
"
beautifully
.
She
rose
from
Madame
Olenska
's
side
,
and
immediately
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
beckoned
the
latter
to
a
seat
on
the
gilt
sofa
where
she
throned
.
Mrs.
Selfridge
Merry
bore
across
the
room
to
join
them
,
and
it
became
clear
to
Archer
that
here
also
a
conspiracy
of
rehabilitation
and
obliteration
was
going
on
.
The
silent
organisation
which
held
his
little
world
together
was
determined
to
put
itself
on
record
as
never
for
a
moment
having
questioned
the
propriety
of
Madame
Olenska
's
conduct
,
or
the
completeness
of
Archer
's
domestic
felicity
.
All
these
amiable
and
inexorable
persons
were
resolutely
engaged
in
pretending
to
each
other
that
they
had
never
heard
of
,
suspected
,
or
even
conceived
possible
,
the
least
hint
to
the
contrary
;
and
from
this
tissue
of
elaborate
mutual
dissimulation
Archer
once
more
disengaged
the
fact
that
New
York
believed
him
to
be
Madame
Olenska
's
lover
.
He
caught
the
glitter
of
victory
in
his
wife
's
eyes
,
and
for
the
first
time
understood
that
she
shared
the
belief
.
The
discovery
roused
a
laughter
of
inner
devils
that
reverberated
through
all
his
efforts
to
discuss
the
Martha
Washington
ball
with
Mrs.
Reggie
Chivers
and
little
Mrs.
Newland
;
and
so
the
evening
swept
on
,
running
and
running
like
a
senseless
river
that
did
not
know
how
to
stop.At
length
he
saw
that
Madame
Olenska
had
risen
and
was
saying
good-bye
.
He
understood
that
in
a
moment
she
would
be
gone
,
and
tried
to
remember
what
he
had
said
to
her
at
dinner
;
but
he
could
not
recall
a
single
word
they
had
exchanged.She
went
up
to
May
,
the
rest
of
the
company
making
a
circle
about
her
as
she
advanced
.
The
two
young
women
clasped
hands
;
then
May
bent
forward
and
kissed
her
cousin
.
"
Certainly
our
hostess
is
much
the
handsomer
of
the
two
,
"
Archer
heard
Reggie
Chivers
say
in
an
undertone
to
young
Mrs.
Newland
;
and
he
remembered
Beaufort
's
coarse
sneer
at
May
's
ineffectual
beauty.A
moment
later
he
was
in
the
hall
,
putting
Madame
Olenska
's
cloak
about
her
shoulders.Through
all
his
confusion
of
mind
he
had
held
fast
to
the
resolve
to
say
nothing
that
might
startle
or
disturb
her
.
Convinced
that
no
power
could
now
turn
him
from
his
purpose
he
had
found
strength
to
let
events
shape
themselves
as
they
would
.
But
as
he
followed
Madame
Olenska
into
the
hall
he
thought
with
a
sudden
hunger
of
being
for
a
moment
alone
with
her
at
the
door
of
her
carriage
.
"
Is
your
carriage
here
?
"
he
asked
;
and
at
that
moment
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
,
who
was
being
majestically
inserted
into
her
sables
,
said
gently
:
"
We
are
driving
dear
Ellen
home
.
"
Archer
's
heart
gave
a
jerk
,
and
Madame
Olenska
,
clasping
her
cloak
and
fan
with
one
hand
,
held
out
the
other
to
him
.
"
Good-bye
,
"
she
said
.
"
Good-bye
--
but
I
shall
see
you
soon
in
Paris
,
"
he
answered
aloud
--
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
shouted
it
.
"
Oh
,
"
she
murmured
,
"
if
you
and
May
could
come
--
!
"
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
advanced
to
give
her
his
arm
,
and
Archer
turned
to
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
.
For
a
moment
,
in
the
billowy
darkness
inside
the
big
landau
,
he
caught
the
dim
oval
of
a
face
,
eyes
shining
steadily
--
and
she
was
gone.As
he
went
up
the
steps
he
crossed
Lawrence
Lefferts
coming
down
with
his
wife
.
Lefferts
caught
his
host
by
the
sleeve
,
drawing
back
to
let
Gertrude
pass
.
"
I
say
,
old
chap
:
do
you
mind
just
letting
it
be
understood
that
I
'm
dining
with
you
at
the
club
tomorrow
night
?
Thanks
so
much
,
you
old
brick
!
Good-night
.
"
"
It
DID
go
off
beautifully
,
did
n't
it
?
"
May
questioned
from
the
threshold
of
the
library.Archer
roused
himself
with
a
start
.
As
soon
as
the
last
carriage
had
driven
away
,
he
had
come
up
to
the
library
and
shut
himself
in
,
with
the
hope
that
his
wife
,
who
still
lingered
below
,
would
go
straight
to
her
room
.
But
there
she
stood
,
pale
and
drawn
,
yet
radiating
the
factitious
energy
of
one
who
has
passed
beyond
fatigue
.
"
May
I
come
and
talk
it
over
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Of
course
,
if
you
like
.
But
you
must
be
awfully
sleepy
--
"
"
No
,
I
'm
not
sleepy
.
I
should
like
to
sit
with
you
a
little
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
he
said
,
pushing
her
chair
near
the
fire.She
sat
down
and
he
resumed
his
seat
;
but
neither
spoke
for
a
long
time
.
At
length
Archer
began
abruptly
:
"
Since
you
're
not
tired
,
and
want
to
talk
,
there
's
something
I
must
tell
you
.
I
tried
to
the
other
night
--
.
"
She
looked
at
him
quickly
.
"
Yes
,
dear
.
Something
about
yourself
?
"
"
About
myself
.
You
say
you
're
not
tired
:
well
,
I
am
.
Horribly
tired
...
"
In
an
instant
she
was
all
tender
anxiety
.
"
Oh
,
I
've
seen
it
coming
on
,
Newland
!
You
've
been
so
wickedly
overworked
--
"
"
Perhaps
it
's
that
.
Anyhow
,
I
want
to
make
a
break
--
"
"
A
break
?
To
give
up
the
law
?
"
"
To
go
away
,
at
any
rate
--
at
once
.
On
a
long
trip
,
ever
so
far
off
--
away
from
everything
--
"
He
paused
,
conscious
that
he
had
failed
in
his
attempt
to
speak
with
the
indifference
of
a
man
who
longs
for
a
change
,
and
is
yet
too
weary
to
welcome
it
.
Do
what
he
would
,
the
chord
of
eagerness
vibrated
.
"
Away
from
everything
--
"
he
repeated
.
"
Ever
so
far
?
Where
,
for
instance
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
know
.
India
--
or
Japan
.
"
She
stood
up
,
and
as
he
sat
with
bent
head
,
his
chin
propped
on
his
hands
,
he
felt
her
warmly
and
fragrantly
hovering
over
him
.
"
As
far
as
that
?
But
I
'm
afraid
you
ca
n't
,
dear
...
"
she
said
in
an
unsteady
voice
.
"
Not
unless
you
'll
take
me
with
you
"
And
then
,
as
he
was
silent
,
she
went
on
,
in
tones
so
clear
and
evenly-pitched
that
each
separate
syllable
tapped
like
a
little
hammer
on
his
brain
:
"
That
is
,
if
the
doctors
will
let
me
go
...
but
I
'm
afraid
they
wo
n't
.
For
you
see
,
Newland
,
I
've
been
sure
since
this
morning
of
something
I
've
been
so
longing
and
hoping
for
--
"
He
looked
up
at
her
with
a
sick
stare
,
and
she
sank
down
,
all
dew
and
roses
,
and
hid
her
face
against
his
knee
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
"
he
said
,
holding
her
to
him
while
his
cold
hand
stroked
her
hair.There
was
a
long
pause
,
which
the
inner
devils
filled
with
strident
laughter
;
then
May
freed
herself
from
his
arms
and
stood
up
.
"
You
did
n't
guess
--
?
"
"
Yes
--
I
;
no
.
That
is
,
of
course
I
hoped
--
"
They
looked
at
each
other
for
an
instant
and
again
fell
silent
;
then
,
turning
his
eyes
from
hers
,
he
asked
abruptly
:
"
Have
you
told
any
one
else
?
"
"
Only
Mamma
and
your
mother
.
"
She
paused
,
and
then
added
hurriedly
,
the
blood
flushing
up
to
her
forehead
:
"
That
is
--
and
Ellen
.
You
know
I
told
you
we
'd
had
a
long
talk
one
afternoon
--
and
how
dear
she
was
to
me
.
"
"
Ah
--
"
said
Archer
,
his
heart
stopping.He
felt
that
his
wife
was
watching
him
intently
.
"
Did
you
MIND
my
telling
her
first
,
Newland
?
"
"
Mind
?
Why
should
I
?
"
He
made
a
last
effort
to
collect
himself
.
"
But
that
was
a
fortnight
ago
,
was
n't
it
?
I
thought
you
said
you
were
n't
sure
till
today
.
"
Her
colour
burned
deeper
,
but
she
held
his
gaze
.
"
No
;
I
was
n't
sure
then
--
but
I
told
her
I
was
.
And
you
see
I
was
right
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
her
blue
eyes
wet
with
victory
.
Newland
Archer
sat
at
the
writing-table
in
his
library
in
East
Thirty-ninth
Street.He
had
just
got
back
from
a
big
official
reception
for
the
inauguration
of
the
new
galleries
at
the
Metropolitan
Museum
,
and
the
spectacle
of
those
great
spaces
crowded
with
the
spoils
of
the
ages
,
where
the
throng
of
fashion
circulated
through
a
series
of
scientifically
catalogued
treasures
,
had
suddenly
pressed
on
a
rusted
spring
of
memory
.
"
Why
,
this
used
to
be
one
of
the
old
Cesnola
rooms
,
"
he
heard
some
one
say
;
and
instantly
everything
about
him
vanished
,
and
he
was
sitting
alone
on
a
hard
leather
divan
against
a
radiator
,
while
a
slight
figure
in
a
long
sealskin
cloak
moved
away
down
the
meagrely-fitted
vista
of
the
old
Museum.The
vision
had
roused
a
host
of
other
associations
,
and
he
sat
looking
with
new
eyes
at
the
library
which
,
for
over
thirty
years
,
had
been
the
scene
of
his
solitary
musings
and
of
all
the
family
confabulations.It
was
the
room
in
which
most
of
the
real
things
of
his
life
had
happened
.
There
his
wife
,
nearly
twenty-six
years
ago
,
had
broken
to
him
,
with
a
blushing
circumlocution
that
would
have
caused
the
young
women
of
the
new
generation
to
smile
,
the
news
that
she
was
to
have
a
child
;
and
there
their
eldest
boy
,
Dallas
,
too
delicate
to
be
taken
to
church
in
midwinter
,
had
been
christened
by
their
old
friend
the
Bishop
of
New
York
,
the
ample
magnificent
irreplaceable
Bishop
,
so
long
the
pride
and
ornament
of
his
diocese
.
There
Dallas
had
first
staggered
across
the
floor
shouting
"
Dad
,
"
while
May
and
the
nurse
laughed
behind
the
door
;
there
their
second
child
,
Mary
(
who
was
so
like
her
mother
)
,
had
announced
her
engagement
to
the
dullest
and
most
reliable
of
Reggie
Chivers
's
many
sons
;
and
there
Archer
had
kissed
her
through
her
wedding
veil
before
they
went
down
to
the
motor
which
was
to
carry
them
to
Grace
Church
--
for
in
a
world
where
all
else
had
reeled
on
its
foundations
the
"
Grace
Church
wedding
"
remained
an
unchanged
institution.It
was
in
the
library
that
he
and
May
had
always
discussed
the
future
of
the
children
:
the
studies
of
Dallas
and
his
young
brother
Bill
,
Mary
's
incurable
indifference
to
"
accomplishments
,
"
and
passion
for
sport
and
philanthropy
,
and
the
vague
leanings
toward
"
art
"
which
had
finally
landed
the
restless
and
curious
Dallas
in
the
office
of
a
rising
New
York
architect.The
young
men
nowadays
were
emancipating
themselves
from
the
law
and
business
and
taking
up
all
sorts
of
new
things
.
If
they
were
not
absorbed
in
state
politics
or
municipal
reform
,
the
chances
were
that
they
were
going
in
for
Central
American
archaeology
,
for
architecture
or
landscape-engineering
;
taking
a
keen
and
learned
interest
in
the
prerevolutionary
buildings
of
their
own
country
,
studying
and
adapting
Georgian
types
,
and
protesting
at
the
meaningless
use
of
the
word
"
Colonial
.
"
Nobody
nowadays
had
"
Colonial
"
houses
except
the
millionaire
grocers
of
the
suburbs
.
But
above
all
--
sometimes
Archer
put
it
above
all
--
it
was
in
that
library
that
the
Governor
of
New
York
,
coming
down
from
Albany
one
evening
to
dine
and
spend
the
night
,
had
turned
to
his
host
,
and
said
,
banging
his
clenched
fist
on
the
table
and
gnashing
his
eye-glasses
:
"
Hang
the
professional
politician
!
You
're
the
kind
of
man
the
country
wants
,
Archer
.
If
the
stable
's
ever
to
be
cleaned
out
,
men
like
you
have
got
to
lend
a
hand
in
the
cleaning
.
"
"
Men
like
you
--
"
how
Archer
had
glowed
at
the
phrase
!
How
eagerly
he
had
risen
up
at
the
call
!
It
was
an
echo
of
Ned
Winsett
's
old
appeal
to
roll
his
sleeves
up
and
get
down
into
the
muck
;
but
spoken
by
a
man
who
set
the
example
of
the
gesture
,
and
whose
summons
to
follow
him
was
irresistible.Archer
,
as
he
looked
back
,
was
not
sure
that
men
like
himself
WERE
what
his
country
needed
,
at
least
in
the
active
service
to
which
Theodore
Roosevelt
had
pointed
;
in
fact
,
there
was
reason
to
think
it
did
not
,
for
after
a
year
in
the
State
Assembly
he
had
not
been
re-elected
,
and
had
dropped
back
thankfully
into
obscure
if
useful
municipal
work
,
and
from
that
again
to
the
writing
of
occasional
articles
in
one
of
the
reforming
weeklies
that
were
trying
to
shake
the
country
out
of
its
apathy
.
It
was
little
enough
to
look
back
on
;
but
when
he
remembered
to
what
the
young
men
of
his
generation
and
his
set
had
looked
forward
--
the
narrow
groove
of
money-making
,
sport
and
society
to
which
their
vision
had
been
limited
--
even
his
small
contribution
to
the
new
state
of
things
seemed
to
count
,
as
each
brick
counts
in
a
well-built
wall
.
