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But
at
any
rate
it
spared
them
the
embarrassment
of
her
presence
,
and
the
faint
shadow
that
her
unhappy
past
might
seem
to
shed
on
their
radiant
future
.
The
visit
went
off
successfully
,
as
was
to
have
been
expected
.
Old
Mrs.
Mingott
was
delighted
with
the
engagement
,
which
,
being
long
foreseen
by
watchful
relatives
,
had
been
carefully
passed
upon
in
family
council
;
and
the
engagement
ring
,
a
large
thick
sapphire
set
in
invisible
claws
,
met
with
her
unqualified
admiration
.
"
It
's
the
new
setting
:
of
course
it
shows
the
stone
beautifully
,
but
it
looks
a
little
bare
to
old-fashioned
eyes
,
"
Mrs.
Welland
had
explained
,
with
a
conciliatory
side-glance
at
her
future
son-in-law
.
"
Old-fashioned
eyes
?
I
hope
you
do
n't
mean
mine
,
my
dear
?
I
like
all
the
novelties
,
"
said
the
ancestress
,
lifting
the
stone
to
her
small
bright
orbs
,
which
no
glasses
had
ever
disfigured
.
"
Very
handsome
,
"
she
added
,
returning
the
jewel
;
"
very
liberal
.
In
my
time
a
cameo
set
in
pearls
was
thought
sufficient
.
But
it
's
the
hand
that
sets
off
the
ring
,
is
n't
it
,
my
dear
Mr.
Archer
?
"
and
she
waved
one
of
her
tiny
hands
,
with
small
pointed
nails
and
rolls
of
aged
fat
encircling
the
wrist
like
ivory
bracelets
.
"
Mine
was
modelled
in
Rome
by
the
great
Ferrigiani
.
You
should
have
May
's
done
:
no
doubt
he
'll
have
it
done
,
my
child
.
Her
hand
is
large
--
it
's
these
modern
sports
that
spread
the
joints
--
but
the
skin
is
white
.
--
And
when
's
the
wedding
to
be
?
"
she
broke
off
,
fixing
her
eyes
on
Archer
's
face
.
"
Oh
--
"
Mrs.
Welland
murmured
,
while
the
young
man
,
smiling
at
his
betrothed
,
replied
:
"
As
soon
as
ever
it
can
,
if
only
you
'll
back
me
up
,
Mrs.
Mingott
.
"
"
We
must
give
them
time
to
get
to
know
each
other
a
little
better
,
mamma
,
"
Mrs.
Welland
interposed
,
with
the
proper
affectation
of
reluctance
;
to
which
the
ancestress
rejoined
:
"
Know
each
other
?
Fiddlesticks
!
Everybody
in
New
York
has
always
known
everybody
.
Let
the
young
man
have
his
way
,
my
dear
;
do
n't
wait
till
the
bubble
's
off
the
wine
.
Marry
them
before
Lent
;
I
may
catch
pneumonia
any
winter
now
,
and
I
want
to
give
the
wedding-breakfast
.
"
These
successive
statements
were
received
with
the
proper
expressions
of
amusement
,
incredulity
and
gratitude
;
and
the
visit
was
breaking
up
in
a
vein
of
mild
pleasantry
when
the
door
opened
to
admit
the
Countess
Olenska
,
who
entered
in
bonnet
and
mantle
followed
by
the
unexpected
figure
of
Julius
Beaufort.There
was
a
cousinly
murmur
of
pleasure
between
the
ladies
,
and
Mrs.
Mingott
held
out
Ferrigiani
's
model
to
the
banker
.
"
Ha
!
Beaufort
,
this
is
a
rare
favour
!
"
(
She
had
an
odd
foreign
way
of
addressing
men
by
their
surnames
.
)
"
Thanks
.
I
wish
it
might
happen
oftener
,
"
said
the
visitor
in
his
easy
arrogant
way
.
"
I
'm
generally
so
tied
down
;
but
I
met
the
Countess
Ellen
in
Madison
Square
,
and
she
was
good
enough
to
let
me
walk
home
with
her
.
"
"
Ah
--
I
hope
the
house
will
be
gayer
,
now
that
Ellen
's
here
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Mingott
with
a
glorious
effrontery
.
"
Sit
down
--
sit
down
,
Beaufort
:
push
up
the
yellow
armchair
;
now
I
've
got
you
I
want
a
good
gossip
.
I
hear
your
ball
was
magnificent
;
and
I
understand
you
invited
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
?
Well
--
I
've
a
curiosity
to
see
the
woman
myself
.
"
She
had
forgotten
her
relatives
,
who
were
drifting
out
into
the
hall
under
Ellen
Olenska
's
guidance
.
Old
Mrs.
Mingott
had
always
professed
a
great
admiration
for
Julius
Beaufort
,
and
there
was
a
kind
of
kinship
in
their
cool
domineering
way
and
their
short-cuts
through
the
conventions
.
Now
she
was
eagerly
curious
to
know
what
had
decided
the
Beauforts
to
invite
(
for
the
first
time
)
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
,
the
widow
of
Struthers
's
Shoe-polish
,
who
had
returned
the
previous
year
from
a
long
initiatory
sojourn
in
Europe
to
lay
siege
to
the
tight
little
citadel
of
New
York
.
"
Of
course
if
you
and
Regina
invite
her
the
thing
is
settled
.
Well
,
we
need
new
blood
and
new
money
--
and
I
hear
she
's
still
very
good-looking
,
"
the
carnivorous
old
lady
declared.In
the
hall
,
while
Mrs.
Welland
and
May
drew
on
their
furs
,
Archer
saw
that
the
Countess
Olenska
was
looking
at
him
with
a
faintly
questioning
smile
.
"
Of
course
you
know
already
--
about
May
and
me
,
"
he
said
,
answering
her
look
with
a
shy
laugh
.
"
She
scolded
me
for
not
giving
you
the
news
last
night
at
the
Opera
:
I
had
her
orders
to
tell
you
that
we
were
engaged
--
but
I
could
n't
,
in
that
crowd
.
"
The
smile
passed
from
Countess
Olenska
's
eyes
to
her
lips
:
she
looked
younger
,
more
like
the
bold
brown
Ellen
Mingott
of
his
boyhood
.
"
Of
course
I
know
;
yes
.
And
I
'm
so
glad
.
But
one
does
n't
tell
such
things
first
in
a
crowd
.
"
The
ladies
were
on
the
threshold
and
she
held
out
her
hand
.
"
Good-bye
;
come
and
see
me
some
day
,
"
she
said
,
still
looking
at
Archer.In
the
carriage
,
on
the
way
down
Fifth
Avenue
,
they
talked
pointedly
of
Mrs
Mingott
,
of
her
age
,
her
spirit
,
and
all
her
wonderful
attributes
.
No
one
alluded
to
Ellen
Olenska
;
but
Archer
knew
that
Mrs.
Welland
was
thinking
:
"
It
's
a
mistake
for
Ellen
to
be
seen
,
the
very
day
after
her
arrival
,
parading
up
Fifth
Avenue
at
the
crowded
hour
with
Julius
Beaufort
--
"
and
the
young
man
himself
mentally
added
:
"
And
she
ought
to
know
that
a
man
who
's
just
engaged
does
n't
spend
his
time
calling
on
married
women
.
But
I
daresay
in
the
set
she
's
lived
in
they
do
--
they
never
do
anything
else
.
"
And
,
in
spite
of
the
cosmopolitan
views
on
which
he
prided
himself
,
he
thanked
heaven
that
he
was
a
New
Yorker
,
and
about
to
ally
himself
with
one
of
his
own
kind
.
The
next
evening
old
Mr.
Sillerton
Jackson
came
to
dine
with
the
Archers.Mrs
.
Archer
was
a
shy
woman
and
shrank
from
society
;
but
she
liked
to
be
well-informed
as
to
its
doings
.
Her
old
friend
Mr.
Sillerton
Jackson
applied
to
the
investigation
of
his
friends
'
affairs
the
patience
of
a
collector
and
the
science
of
a
naturalist
;
and
his
sister
,
Miss
Sophy
Jackson
,
who
lived
with
him
,
and
was
entertained
by
all
the
people
who
could
not
secure
her
much-sought-after
brother
,
brought
home
bits
of
minor
gossip
that
filled
out
usefully
the
gaps
in
his
picture.Therefore
,
whenever
anything
happened
that
Mrs.
Archer
wanted
to
know
about
,
she
asked
Mr.
Jackson
to
dine
;
and
as
she
honoured
few
people
with
her
invitations
,
and
as
she
and
her
daughter
Janey
were
an
excellent
audience
,
Mr.
Jackson
usually
came
himself
instead
of
sending
his
sister
.
If
he
could
have
dictated
all
the
conditions
,
he
would
have
chosen
the
evenings
when
Newland
was
out
;
not
because
the
young
man
was
uncongenial
to
him
(
the
two
got
on
capitally
at
their
club
)
but
because
the
old
anecdotist
sometimes
felt
,
on
Newland
's
part
,
a
tendency
to
weigh
his
evidence
that
the
ladies
of
the
family
never
showed.Mr
.
Jackson
,
if
perfection
had
been
attainable
on
earth
,
would
also
have
asked
that
Mrs.
Archer
's
food
should
be
a
little
better
.
But
then
New
York
,
as
far
back
as
the
mind
of
man
could
travel
,
had
been
divided
into
the
two
great
fundamental
groups
of
the
Mingotts
and
Mansons
and
all
their
clan
,
who
cared
about
eating
and
clothes
and
money
,
and
the
Archer-Newland-van-der-Luyden
tribe
,
who
were
devoted
to
travel
,
horticulture
and
the
best
fiction
,
and
looked
down
on
the
grosser
forms
of
pleasure.You
could
n't
have
everything
,
after
all
.
If
you
dined
with
the
Lovell
Mingotts
you
got
canvas-back
and
terrapin
and
vintage
wines
;
at
Adeline
Archer
's
you
could
talk
about
Alpine
scenery
and
"
The
Marble
Faun
"
;
and
luckily
the
Archer
Madeira
had
gone
round
the
Cape
.
Therefore
when
a
friendly
summons
came
from
Mrs.
Archer
,
Mr.
Jackson
,
who
was
a
true
eclectic
,
would
usually
say
to
his
sister
:
"
I
've
been
a
little
gouty
since
my
last
dinner
at
the
Lovell
Mingotts
'
--
it
will
do
me
good
to
diet
at
Adeline
's
.
"
Mrs.
Archer
,
who
had
long
been
a
widow
,
lived
with
her
son
and
daughter
in
West
Twenty-eighth
Street
.
An
upper
floor
was
dedicated
to
Newland
,
and
the
two
women
squeezed
themselves
into
narrower
quarters
below
.
In
an
unclouded
harmony
of
tastes
and
interests
they
cultivated
ferns
in
Wardian
cases
,
made
macrame
lace
and
wool
embroidery
on
linen
,
collected
American
revolutionary
glazed
ware
,
subscribed
to
"
Good
Words
,
"
and
read
Ouida
's
novels
for
the
sake
of
the
Italian
atmosphere
.
(
They
preferred
those
about
peasant
life
,
because
of
the
descriptions
of
scenery
and
the
pleasanter
sentiments
,
though
in
general
they
liked
novels
about
people
in
society
,
whose
motives
and
habits
were
more
comprehensible
,
spoke
severely
of
Dickens
,
who
"
had
never
drawn
a
gentleman
,
"
and
considered
Thackeray
less
at
home
in
the
great
world
than
Bulwer
--
who
,
however
,
was
beginning
to
be
thought
old-fashioned
.
)
Mrs.
and
Miss
Archer
were
both
great
lovers
of
scenery
.
It
was
what
they
principally
sought
and
admired
on
their
occasional
travels
abroad
;
considering
architecture
and
painting
as
subjects
for
men
,
and
chiefly
for
learned
persons
who
read
Ruskin
.
Mrs.
Archer
had
been
born
a
Newland
,
and
mother
and
daughter
,
who
were
as
like
as
sisters
,
were
both
,
as
people
said
,
"
true
Newlands
"
;
tall
,
pale
,
and
slightly
round-shouldered
,
with
long
noses
,
sweet
smiles
and
a
kind
of
drooping
distinction
like
that
in
certain
faded
Reynolds
portraits
.
Their
physical
resemblance
would
have
been
complete
if
an
elderly
embonpoint
had
not
stretched
Mrs.
Archer
's
black
brocade
,
while
Miss
Archer
's
brown
and
purple
poplins
hung
,
as
the
years
went
on
,
more
and
more
slackly
on
her
virgin
frame.Mentally
,
the
likeness
between
them
,
as
Newland
was
aware
,
was
less
complete
than
their
identical
mannerisms
often
made
it
appear
.
The
long
habit
of
living
together
in
mutually
dependent
intimacy
had
given
them
the
same
vocabulary
,
and
the
same
habit
of
beginning
their
phrases
"
Mother
thinks
"
or
"
Janey
thinks
,
"
according
as
one
or
the
other
wished
to
advance
an
opinion
of
her
own
;
but
in
reality
,
while
Mrs.
Archer
's
serene
unimaginativeness
rested
easily
in
the
accepted
and
familiar
,
Janey
was
subject
to
starts
and
aberrations
of
fancy
welling
up
from
springs
of
suppressed
romance.Mother
and
daughter
adored
each
other
and
revered
their
son
and
brother
;
and
Archer
loved
them
with
a
tenderness
made
compunctious
and
uncritical
by
the
sense
of
their
exaggerated
admiration
,
and
by
his
secret
satisfaction
in
it
.
After
all
,
he
thought
it
a
good
thing
for
a
man
to
have
his
authority
respected
in
his
own
house
,
even
if
his
sense
of
humour
sometimes
made
him
question
the
force
of
his
mandate.On
this
occasion
the
young
man
was
very
sure
that
Mr.
Jackson
would
rather
have
had
him
dine
out
;
but
he
had
his
own
reasons
for
not
doing
so.Of
course
old
Jackson
wanted
to
talk
about
Ellen
Olenska
,
and
of
course
Mrs.
Archer
and
Janey
wanted
to
hear
what
he
had
to
tell
.
All
three
would
be
slightly
embarrassed
by
Newland
's
presence
,
now
that
his
prospective
relation
to
the
Mingott
clan
had
been
made
known
;
and
the
young
man
waited
with
an
amused
curiosity
to
see
how
they
would
turn
the
difficulty.They
began
,
obliquely
,
by
talking
about
Mrs.
Lemuel
Struthers
.
"
It
's
a
pity
the
Beauforts
asked
her
,
"
Mrs.
Archer
said
gently
.
"
But
then
Regina
always
does
what
he
tells
her
;
and
BEAUFORT
--
"
"
Certain
nuances
escape
Beaufort
,
"
said
Mr.
Jackson
,
cautiously
inspecting
the
broiled
shad
,
and
wondering
for
the
thousandth
time
why
Mrs.
Archer
's
cook
always
burnt
the
roe
to
a
cinder
.
(
Newland
,
who
had
long
shared
his
wonder
,
could
always
detect
it
in
the
older
man
's
expression
of
melancholy
disapproval
.
)
"
Oh
,
necessarily
;
Beaufort
is
a
vulgar
man
,
"
said
Mrs.
Archer
.
"
My
grandfather
Newland
always
used
to
say
to
my
mother
:
'
Whatever
you
do
,
do
n't
let
that
fellow
Beaufort
be
introduced
to
the
girls
.
'
But
at
least
he
's
had
the
advantage
of
associating
with
gentlemen
;
in
England
too
,
they
say
.
It
's
all
very
mysterious
--
"
She
glanced
at
Janey
and
paused
.
She
and
Janey
knew
every
fold
of
the
Beaufort
mystery
,
but
in
public
Mrs.
Archer
continued
to
assume
that
the
subject
was
not
one
for
the
unmarried
.
"
But
this
Mrs.
Struthers
,
"
Mrs.
Archer
continued
;
"
what
did
you
say
SHE
was
,
Sillerton
?
"
"
Out
of
a
mine
:
or
rather
out
of
the
saloon
at
the
head
of
the
pit
.
Then
with
Living
Wax-Works
,
touring
New
England
.
After
the
police
broke
THAT
up
,
they
say
she
lived
--
"
Mr.
Jackson
in
his
turn
glanced
at
Janey
,
whose
eyes
began
to
bulge
from
under
her
prominent
lids
.
There
were
still
hiatuses
for
her
in
Mrs.
Struthers
's
past
.
"
Then
,
"
Mr.
Jackson
continued
(
and
Archer
saw
he
was
wondering
why
no
one
had
told
the
butler
never
to
slice
cucumbers
with
a
steel
knife
)
,
"
then
Lemuel
Struthers
came
along
.
They
say
his
advertiser
used
the
girl
's
head
for
the
shoe-polish
posters
;
her
hair
's
intensely
black
,
you
know
--
the
Egyptian
style
.
Anyhow
,
he
--
eventually
--
married
her
.
"
There
were
volumes
of
innuendo
in
the
way
the
"
eventually
"
was
spaced
,
and
each
syllable
given
its
due
stress
.
"
Oh
,
well
--
at
the
pass
we
've
come
to
nowadays
,
it
does
n't
matter
,
"
said
Mrs.
Archer
indifferently
.
The
ladies
were
not
really
interested
in
Mrs.
Struthers
just
then
;
the
subject
of
Ellen
Olenska
was
too
fresh
and
too
absorbing
to
them
.
Indeed
,
Mrs.
Struthers
's
name
had
been
introduced
by
Mrs.
Archer
only
that
she
might
presently
be
able
to
say
:
"
And
Newland
's
new
cousin
--
Countess
Olenska
?
Was
SHE
at
the
ball
too
?
"
There
was
a
faint
touch
of
sarcasm
in
the
reference
to
her
son
,
and
Archer
knew
it
and
had
expected
it
.
Even
Mrs.
Archer
,
who
was
seldom
unduly
pleased
with
human
events
,
had
been
altogether
glad
of
her
son
's
engagement
.
(
"
Especially
after
that
silly
business
with
Mrs.
Rushworth
,
"
as
she
had
remarked
to
Janey
,
alluding
to
what
had
once
seemed
to
Newland
a
tragedy
of
which
his
soul
would
always
bear
the
scar
.
)
There
was
no
better
match
in
New
York
than
May
Welland
,
look
at
the
question
from
whatever
point
you
chose
.
Of
course
such
a
marriage
was
only
what
Newland
was
entitled
to
;
but
young
men
are
so
foolish
and
incalculable
--
and
some
women
so
ensnaring
and
unscrupulous
--
that
it
was
nothing
short
of
a
miracle
to
see
one
's
only
son
safe
past
the
Siren
Isle
and
in
the
haven
of
a
blameless
domesticity.All
this
Mrs.
Archer
felt
,
and
her
son
knew
she
felt
;
but
he
knew
also
that
she
had
been
perturbed
by
the
premature
announcement
of
his
engagement
,
or
rather
by
its
cause
;
and
it
was
for
that
reason
--
because
on
the
whole
he
was
a
tender
and
indulgent
master
--
that
he
had
stayed
at
home
that
evening
.
"
It
's
not
that
I
do
n't
approve
of
the
Mingotts
'
esprit
de
corps
;
but
why
Newland
's
engagement
should
be
mixed
up
with
that
Olenska
woman
's
comings
and
goings
I
do
n't
see
,
"
Mrs.
Archer
grumbled
to
Janey
,
the
only
witness
of
her
slight
lapses
from
perfect
sweetness
.
