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She
had
behaved
beautifully
--
and
in
beautiful
behaviour
she
was
unsurpassed
--
during
the
call
on
Mrs.
Welland
;
but
Newland
knew
(
and
his
betrothed
doubtless
guessed
)
that
all
through
the
visit
she
and
Janey
were
nervously
on
the
watch
for
Madame
Olenska
's
possible
intrusion
;
and
when
they
left
the
house
together
she
had
permitted
herself
to
say
to
her
son
:
"
I
'm
thankful
that
Augusta
Welland
received
us
alone
.
"
These
indications
of
inward
disturbance
moved
Archer
the
more
that
he
too
felt
that
the
Mingotts
had
gone
a
little
too
far
.
But
,
as
it
was
against
all
the
rules
of
their
code
that
the
mother
and
son
should
ever
allude
to
what
was
uppermost
in
their
thoughts
,
he
simply
replied
:
"
Oh
,
well
,
there
's
always
a
phase
of
family
parties
to
be
gone
through
when
one
gets
engaged
,
and
the
sooner
it
's
over
the
better
.
"
At
which
his
mother
merely
pursed
her
lips
under
the
lace
veil
that
hung
down
from
her
grey
velvet
bonnet
trimmed
with
frosted
grapes.Her
revenge
,
he
felt
--
her
lawful
revenge
--
would
be
to
"
draw
"
Mr.
Jackson
that
evening
on
the
Countess
Olenska
;
and
,
having
publicly
done
his
duty
as
a
future
member
of
the
Mingott
clan
,
the
young
man
had
no
objection
to
hearing
the
lady
discussed
in
private
--
except
that
the
subject
was
already
beginning
to
bore
him.Mr
.
Jackson
had
helped
himself
to
a
slice
of
the
tepid
filet
which
the
mournful
butler
had
handed
him
with
a
look
as
sceptical
as
his
own
,
and
had
rejected
the
mushroom
sauce
after
a
scarcely
perceptible
sniff
.
He
looked
baffled
and
hungry
,
and
Archer
reflected
that
he
would
probably
finish
his
meal
on
Ellen
Olenska.Mr
.
Jackson
leaned
back
in
his
chair
,
and
glanced
up
at
the
candlelit
Archers
,
Newlands
and
van
der
Luydens
hanging
in
dark
frames
on
the
dark
walls
.
"
Ah
,
how
your
grandfather
Archer
loved
a
good
dinner
,
my
dear
Newland
!
"
he
said
,
his
eyes
on
the
portrait
of
a
plump
full-chested
young
man
in
a
stock
and
a
blue
coat
,
with
a
view
of
a
white-columned
country-house
behind
him
.
"
Well
--
well
--
well
...
I
wonder
what
he
would
have
said
to
all
these
foreign
marriages
!
"
Mrs.
Archer
ignored
the
allusion
to
the
ancestral
cuisine
and
Mr.
Jackson
continued
with
deliberation
:
"
No
,
she
was
NOT
at
the
ball
.
"
"
Ah
--
"
Mrs.
Archer
murmured
,
in
a
tone
that
implied
:
"
She
had
that
decency
.
"
"
Perhaps
the
Beauforts
do
n't
know
her
,
"
Janey
suggested
,
with
her
artless
malice.Mr
.
Jackson
gave
a
faint
sip
,
as
if
he
had
been
tasting
invisible
Madeira
.
"
Mrs.
Beaufort
may
not
--
but
Beaufort
certainly
does
,
for
she
was
seen
walking
up
Fifth
Avenue
this
afternoon
with
him
by
the
whole
of
New
York
.
"
"
Mercy
--
"
moaned
Mrs.
Archer
,
evidently
perceiving
the
uselessness
of
trying
to
ascribe
the
actions
of
foreigners
to
a
sense
of
delicacy
.
"
I
wonder
if
she
wears
a
round
hat
or
a
bonnet
in
the
afternoon
,
"
Janey
speculated
.
"
At
the
Opera
I
know
she
had
on
dark
blue
velvet
,
perfectly
plain
and
flat
--
like
a
night-gown
.
"
"
Janey
!
"
said
her
mother
;
and
Miss
Archer
blushed
and
tried
to
look
audacious
.
"
It
was
,
at
any
rate
,
in
better
taste
not
to
go
to
the
ball
,
"
Mrs.
Archer
continued.A
spirit
of
perversity
moved
her
son
to
rejoin
:
"
I
do
n't
think
it
was
a
question
of
taste
with
her
.
May
said
she
meant
to
go
,
and
then
decided
that
the
dress
in
question
was
n't
smart
enough
.
"
Mrs.
Archer
smiled
at
this
confirmation
of
her
inference
.
"
Poor
Ellen
,
"
she
simply
remarked
;
adding
compassionately
:
"
We
must
always
bear
in
mind
what
an
eccentric
bringing-up
Medora
Manson
gave
her
.
What
can
you
expect
of
a
girl
who
was
allowed
to
wear
black
satin
at
her
coming-out
ball
?
"
"
Ah
--
do
n't
I
remember
her
in
it
!
"
said
Mr.
Jackson
;
adding
:
"
Poor
girl
!
"
in
the
tone
of
one
who
,
while
enjoying
the
memory
,
had
fully
understood
at
the
time
what
the
sight
portended
.
"
It
's
odd
,
"
Janey
remarked
,
"
that
she
should
have
kept
such
an
ugly
name
as
Ellen
.
I
should
have
changed
it
to
Elaine
.
"
She
glanced
about
the
table
to
see
the
effect
of
this.Her
brother
laughed
.
"
Why
Elaine
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
;
it
sounds
more
--
more
Polish
,
"
said
Janey
,
blushing
.
"
It
sounds
more
conspicuous
;
and
that
can
hardly
be
what
she
wishes
,
"
said
Mrs.
Archer
distantly
.
"
Why
not
?
"
broke
in
her
son
,
growing
suddenly
argumentative
.
"
Why
should
n't
she
be
conspicuous
if
she
chooses
?
Why
should
she
slink
about
as
if
it
were
she
who
had
disgraced
herself
?
She
's
'
poor
Ellen
'
certainly
,
because
she
had
the
bad
luck
to
make
a
wretched
marriage
;
but
I
do
n't
see
that
that
's
a
reason
for
hiding
her
head
as
if
she
were
the
culprit
.
"
"
That
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Mr.
Jackson
,
speculatively
,
"
is
the
line
the
Mingotts
mean
to
take
.
"
The
young
man
reddened
.
"
I
did
n't
have
to
wait
for
their
cue
,
if
that
's
what
you
mean
,
sir
.
Madame
Olenska
has
had
an
unhappy
life
:
that
does
n't
make
her
an
outcast
.
"
"
There
are
rumours
,
"
began
Mr.
Jackson
,
glancing
at
Janey
.
"
Oh
,
I
know
:
the
secretary
,
"
the
young
man
took
him
up
.
"
Nonsense
,
mother
;
Janey
's
grown-up
.
They
say
,
do
n't
they
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
that
the
secretary
helped
her
to
get
away
from
her
brute
of
a
husband
,
who
kept
her
practically
a
prisoner
?
Well
,
what
if
he
did
?
I
hope
there
is
n't
a
man
among
us
who
would
n't
have
done
the
same
in
such
a
case
.
"
Mr.
Jackson
glanced
over
his
shoulder
to
say
to
the
sad
butler
:
"
Perhaps
...
that
sauce
...
just
a
little
,
after
all
--
"
;
then
,
having
helped
himself
,
he
remarked
:
"
I
'm
told
she
's
looking
for
a
house
.
She
means
to
live
here
.
"
"
I
hear
she
means
to
get
a
divorce
,
"
said
Janey
boldly
.
"
I
hope
she
will
!
"
Archer
exclaimed.The
word
had
fallen
like
a
bombshell
in
the
pure
and
tranquil
atmosphere
of
the
Archer
dining-room
.
Mrs.
Archer
raised
her
delicate
eye-brows
in
the
particular
curve
that
signified
:
"
The
butler
--
"
and
the
young
man
,
himself
mindful
of
the
bad
taste
of
discussing
such
intimate
matters
in
public
,
hastily
branched
off
into
an
account
of
his
visit
to
old
Mrs.
Mingott.After
dinner
,
according
to
immemorial
custom
,
Mrs.
Archer
and
Janey
trailed
their
long
silk
draperies
up
to
the
drawing-room
,
where
,
while
the
gentlemen
smoked
below
stairs
,
they
sat
beside
a
Carcel
lamp
with
an
engraved
globe
,
facing
each
other
across
a
rosewood
work-table
with
a
green
silk
bag
under
it
,
and
stitched
at
the
two
ends
of
a
tapestry
band
of
field-flowers
destined
to
adorn
an
"
occasional
"
chair
in
the
drawing-room
of
young
Mrs.
Newland
Archer.While
this
rite
was
in
progress
in
the
drawing-room
,
Archer
settled
Mr
Jackson
in
an
armchair
near
the
fire
in
the
Gothic
library
and
handed
him
a
cigar
.
Mr.
Jackson
sank
into
the
armchair
with
satisfaction
,
lit
his
cigar
with
perfect
confidence
(
it
was
Newland
who
bought
them
)
,
and
stretching
his
thin
old
ankles
to
the
coals
,
said
:
"
You
say
the
secretary
merely
helped
her
to
get
away
,
my
dear
fellow
?
Well
,
he
was
still
helping
her
a
year
later
,
then
;
for
somebody
met
'em
living
at
Lausanne
together
.
"
Newland
reddened
.
"
Living
together
?
Well
,
why
not
?
Who
had
the
right
to
make
her
life
over
if
she
had
n't
?
I
'm
sick
of
the
hypocrisy
that
would
bury
alive
a
woman
of
her
age
if
her
husband
prefers
to
live
with
harlots
.
"
He
stopped
and
turned
away
angrily
to
light
his
cigar
.
"
Women
ought
to
be
free
--
as
free
as
we
are
,
"
he
declared
,
making
a
discovery
of
which
he
was
too
irritated
to
measure
the
terrific
consequences.Mr
.
Sillerton
Jackson
stretched
his
ankles
nearer
the
coals
and
emitted
a
sardonic
whistle
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
after
a
pause
,
"
apparently
Count
Olenski
takes
your
view
;
for
I
never
heard
of
his
having
lifted
a
finger
to
get
his
wife
back
.
"
That
evening
,
after
Mr.
Jackson
had
taken
himself
away
,
and
the
ladies
had
retired
to
their
chintz-curtained
bedroom
,
Newland
Archer
mounted
thoughtfully
to
his
own
study
.
A
vigilant
hand
had
,
as
usual
,
kept
the
fire
alive
and
the
lamp
trimmed
;
and
the
room
,
with
its
rows
and
rows
of
books
,
its
bronze
and
steel
statuettes
of
"
The
Fencers
"
on
the
mantelpiece
and
its
many
photographs
of
famous
pictures
,
looked
singularly
home-like
and
welcoming.As
he
dropped
into
his
armchair
near
the
fire
his
eyes
rested
on
a
large
photograph
of
May
Welland
,
which
the
young
girl
had
given
him
in
the
first
days
of
their
romance
,
and
which
had
now
displaced
all
the
other
portraits
on
the
table
.
With
a
new
sense
of
awe
he
looked
at
the
frank
forehead
,
serious
eyes
and
gay
innocent
mouth
of
the
young
creature
whose
soul
's
custodian
he
was
to
be
.
That
terrifying
product
of
the
social
system
he
belonged
to
and
believed
in
,
the
young
girl
who
knew
nothing
and
expected
everything
,
looked
back
at
him
like
a
stranger
through
May
Welland
's
familiar
features
;
and
once
more
it
was
borne
in
on
him
that
marriage
was
not
the
safe
anchorage
he
had
been
taught
to
think
,
but
a
voyage
on
uncharted
seas.The
case
of
the
Countess
Olenska
had
stirred
up
old
settled
convictions
and
set
them
drifting
dangerously
through
his
mind
.
His
own
exclamation
:
"
Women
should
be
free
--
as
free
as
we
are
,
"
struck
to
the
root
of
a
problem
that
it
was
agreed
in
his
world
to
regard
as
non-existent
.
"
Nice
"
women
,
however
wronged
,
would
never
claim
the
kind
of
freedom
he
meant
,
and
generous-minded
men
like
himself
were
therefore
--
in
the
heat
of
argument
--
the
more
chivalrously
ready
to
concede
it
to
them
.
Such
verbal
generosities
were
in
fact
only
a
humbugging
disguise
of
the
inexorable
conventions
that
tied
things
together
and
bound
people
down
to
the
old
pattern
.
But
here
he
was
pledged
to
defend
,
on
the
part
of
his
betrothed
's
cousin
,
conduct
that
,
on
his
own
wife
's
part
,
would
justify
him
in
calling
down
on
her
all
the
thunders
of
Church
and
State
.
Of
course
the
dilemma
was
purely
hypothetical
;
since
he
was
n't
a
blackguard
Polish
nobleman
,
it
was
absurd
to
speculate
what
his
wife
's
rights
would
be
if
he
WERE
.
But
Newland
Archer
was
too
imaginative
not
to
feel
that
,
in
his
case
and
May
's
,
the
tie
might
gall
for
reasons
far
less
gross
and
palpable
.
What
could
he
and
she
really
know
of
each
other
,
since
it
was
his
duty
,
as
a
"
decent
"
fellow
,
to
conceal
his
past
from
her
,
and
hers
,
as
a
marriageable
girl
,
to
have
no
past
to
conceal
?
What
if
,
for
some
one
of
the
subtler
reasons
that
would
tell
with
both
of
them
,
they
should
tire
of
each
other
,
misunderstand
or
irritate
each
other
?
He
reviewed
his
friends
'
marriages
--
the
supposedly
happy
ones
--
and
saw
none
that
answered
,
even
remotely
,
to
the
passionate
and
tender
comradeship
which
he
pictured
as
his
permanent
relation
with
May
Welland
.
He
perceived
that
such
a
picture
presupposed
,
on
her
part
,
the
experience
,
the
versatility
,
the
freedom
of
judgment
,
which
she
had
been
carefully
trained
not
to
possess
;
and
with
a
shiver
of
foreboding
he
saw
his
marriage
becoming
what
most
of
the
other
marriages
about
him
were
:
a
dull
association
of
material
and
social
interests
held
together
by
ignorance
on
the
one
side
and
hypocrisy
on
the
other
.
Lawrence
Lefferts
occurred
to
him
as
the
husband
who
had
most
completely
realised
this
enviable
ideal
.
As
became
the
high-priest
of
form
,
he
had
formed
a
wife
so
completely
to
his
own
convenience
that
,
in
the
most
conspicuous
moments
of
his
frequent
love-affairs
with
other
men
's
wives
,
she
went
about
in
smiling
unconsciousness
,
saying
that
"
Lawrence
was
so
frightfully
strict
"
;
and
had
been
known
to
blush
indignantly
,
and
avert
her
gaze
,
when
some
one
alluded
in
her
presence
to
the
fact
that
Julius
Beaufort
(
as
became
a
"
foreigner
"
of
doubtful
origin
)
had
what
was
known
in
New
York
as
"
another
establishment
.
"
Archer
tried
to
console
himself
with
the
thought
that
he
was
not
quite
such
an
ass
as
Larry
Lefferts
,
nor
May
such
a
simpleton
as
poor
Gertrude
;
but
the
difference
was
after
all
one
of
intelligence
and
not
of
standards
.
In
reality
they
all
lived
in
a
kind
of
hieroglyphic
world
,
where
the
real
thing
was
never
said
or
done
or
even
thought
,
but
only
represented
by
a
set
of
arbitrary
signs
;
as
when
Mrs.
Welland
,
who
knew
exactly
why
Archer
had
pressed
her
to
announce
her
daughter
's
engagement
at
the
Beaufort
ball
(
and
had
indeed
expected
him
to
do
no
less
)
,
yet
felt
obliged
to
simulate
reluctance
,
and
the
air
of
having
had
her
hand
forced
,
quite
as
,
in
the
books
on
Primitive
Man
that
people
of
advanced
culture
were
beginning
to
read
,
the
savage
bride
is
dragged
with
shrieks
from
her
parents
'
tent.The
result
,
of
course
,
was
that
the
young
girl
who
was
the
centre
of
this
elaborate
system
of
mystification
remained
the
more
inscrutable
for
her
very
frankness
and
assurance
.
She
was
frank
,
poor
darling
,
because
she
had
nothing
to
conceal
,
assured
because
she
knew
of
nothing
to
be
on
her
guard
against
;
and
with
no
better
preparation
than
this
,
she
was
to
be
plunged
overnight
into
what
people
evasively
called
"
the
facts
of
life
.
"
The
young
man
was
sincerely
but
placidly
in
love
.
He
delighted
in
the
radiant
good
looks
of
his
betrothed
,
in
her
health
,
her
horsemanship
,
her
grace
and
quickness
at
games
,
and
the
shy
interest
in
books
and
ideas
that
she
was
beginning
to
develop
under
his
guidance
.
(
She
had
advanced
far
enough
to
join
him
in
ridiculing
the
Idyls
of
the
King
,
but
not
to
feel
the
beauty
of
Ulysses
and
the
Lotus
Eaters
.
)
She
was
straightforward
,
loyal
and
brave
;
she
had
a
sense
of
humour
(
chiefly
proved
by
her
laughing
at
HIS
jokes
)
;
and
he
suspected
,
in
the
depths
of
her
innocently-gazing
soul
,
a
glow
of
feeling
that
it
would
be
a
joy
to
waken
.
But
when
he
had
gone
the
brief
round
of
her
he
returned
discouraged
by
the
thought
that
all
this
frankness
and
innocence
were
only
an
artificial
product
.
Untrained
human
nature
was
not
frank
and
innocent
;
it
was
full
of
the
twists
and
defences
of
an
instinctive
guile
.
And
he
felt
himself
oppressed
by
this
creation
of
factitious
purity
,
so
cunningly
manufactured
by
a
conspiracy
of
mothers
and
aunts
and
grandmothers
and
long-dead
ancestresses
,
because
it
was
supposed
to
be
what
he
wanted
,
what
he
had
a
right
to
,
in
order
that
he
might
exercise
his
lordly
pleasure
in
smashing
it
like
an
image
made
of
snow.There
was
a
certain
triteness
in
these
reflections
:
they
were
those
habitual
to
young
men
on
the
approach
of
their
wedding
day
.
But
they
were
generally
accompanied
by
a
sense
of
compunction
and
self-abasement
of
which
Newland
Archer
felt
no
trace
.
He
could
not
deplore
(
as
Thackeray
's
heroes
so
often
exasperated
him
by
doing
)
that
he
had
not
a
blank
page
to
offer
his
bride
in
exchange
for
the
unblemished
one
she
was
to
give
to
him
.
He
could
not
get
away
from
the
fact
that
if
he
had
been
brought
up
as
she
had
they
would
have
been
no
more
fit
to
find
their
way
about
than
the
Babes
in
the
Wood
;
nor
could
he
,
for
all
his
anxious
cogitations
,
see
any
honest
reason
(
any
,
that
is
,
unconnected
with
his
own
momentary
pleasure
,
and
the
passion
of
masculine
vanity
)
why
his
bride
should
not
have
been
allowed
the
same
freedom
of
experience
as
himself.Such
questions
,
at
such
an
hour
,
were
bound
to
drift
through
his
mind
;
but
he
was
conscious
that
their
uncomfortable
persistence
and
precision
were
due
to
the
inopportune
arrival
of
the
Countess
Olenska
.
