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Larry
has
been
going
it
rather
harder
than
usual
lately
--
if
cousin
Louisa
wo
n't
mind
my
mentioning
it
--
having
rather
a
stiff
affair
with
the
postmaster
's
wife
in
their
village
,
or
some
one
of
that
sort
;
and
whenever
poor
Gertrude
Lefferts
begins
to
suspect
anything
,
and
he
's
afraid
of
trouble
,
he
gets
up
a
fuss
of
this
kind
,
to
show
how
awfully
moral
he
is
,
and
talks
at
the
top
of
his
voice
about
the
impertinence
of
inviting
his
wife
to
meet
people
he
does
n't
wish
her
to
know
.
He
's
simply
using
Madame
Olenska
as
a
lightning-rod
;
I
've
seen
him
try
the
same
thing
often
before
.
"
"
The
LEFFERTSES
!
--
"
said
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
.
"
The
LEFFERTSES
!
--
"
echoed
Mrs.
Archer
.
"
What
would
uncle
Egmont
have
said
of
Lawrence
Lefferts
's
pronouncing
on
anybody
's
social
position
?
It
shows
what
Society
has
come
to
.
"
"
We
'll
hope
it
has
not
quite
come
to
that
,
"
said
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
firmly
.
"
Ah
,
if
only
you
and
Louisa
went
out
more
!
"
sighed
Mrs.
Archer.But
instantly
she
became
aware
of
her
mistake
.
The
van
der
Luydens
were
morbidly
sensitive
to
any
criticism
of
their
secluded
existence
.
They
were
the
arbiters
of
fashion
,
the
Court
of
last
Appeal
,
and
they
knew
it
,
and
bowed
to
their
fate
.
But
being
shy
and
retiring
persons
,
with
no
natural
inclination
for
their
part
,
they
lived
as
much
as
possible
in
the
sylvan
solitude
of
Skuytercliff
,
and
when
they
came
to
town
,
declined
all
invitations
on
the
plea
of
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
's
health.Newland
Archer
came
to
his
mother
's
rescue
.
"
Everybody
in
New
York
knows
what
you
and
cousin
Louisa
represent
.
That
's
why
Mrs.
Mingott
felt
she
ought
not
to
allow
this
slight
on
Countess
Olenska
to
pass
without
consulting
you
.
"
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
glanced
at
her
husband
,
who
glanced
back
at
her
.
"
It
is
the
principle
that
I
dislike
,
"
said
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
.
"
As
long
as
a
member
of
a
well-known
family
is
backed
up
by
that
family
it
should
be
considered
--
final
.
"
"
It
seems
so
to
me
,
"
said
his
wife
,
as
if
she
were
producing
a
new
thought
.
"
I
had
no
idea
,
"
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
continued
,
"
that
things
had
come
to
such
a
pass
.
"
He
paused
,
and
looked
at
his
wife
again
.
"
It
occurs
to
me
,
my
dear
,
that
the
Countess
Olenska
is
already
a
sort
of
relation
--
through
Medora
Manson
's
first
husband
.
At
any
rate
,
she
will
be
when
Newland
marries
.
"
He
turned
toward
the
young
man
.
"
Have
you
read
this
morning
's
Times
,
Newland
?
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Archer
,
who
usually
tossed
off
half
a
dozen
papers
with
his
morning
coffee.Husband
and
wife
looked
at
each
other
again
.
Their
pale
eyes
clung
together
in
prolonged
and
serious
consultation
;
then
a
faint
smile
fluttered
over
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
's
face
.
She
had
evidently
guessed
and
approved.Mr
.
van
der
Luyden
turned
to
Mrs.
Archer
.
"
If
Louisa
's
health
allowed
her
to
dine
out
--
I
wish
you
would
say
to
Mrs.
Lovell
Mingott
--
she
and
I
would
have
been
happy
to
--
er
--
fill
the
places
of
the
Lawrence
Leffertses
at
her
dinner
.
"
He
paused
to
let
the
irony
of
this
sink
in
.
"
As
you
know
,
this
is
impossible
.
"
Mrs.
Archer
sounded
a
sympathetic
assent
.
"
But
Newland
tells
me
he
has
read
this
morning
's
Times
;
therefore
he
has
probably
seen
that
Louisa
's
relative
,
the
Duke
of
St.
Austrey
,
arrives
next
week
on
the
Russia
.
He
is
coming
to
enter
his
new
sloop
,
the
Guinevere
,
in
next
summer
's
International
Cup
Race
;
and
also
to
have
a
little
canvasback
shooting
at
Trevenna
.
"
Mr.
van
der
Luyden
paused
again
,
and
continued
with
increasing
benevolence
:
"
Before
taking
him
down
to
Maryland
we
are
inviting
a
few
friends
to
meet
him
here
--
only
a
little
dinner
--
with
a
reception
afterward
.
I
am
sure
Louisa
will
be
as
glad
as
I
am
if
Countess
Olenska
will
let
us
include
her
among
our
guests
.
"
He
got
up
,
bent
his
long
body
with
a
stiff
friendliness
toward
his
cousin
,
and
added
:
"
I
think
I
have
Louisa
's
authority
for
saying
that
she
will
herself
leave
the
invitation
to
dine
when
she
drives
out
presently
:
with
our
cards
--
of
course
with
our
cards
.
"
Mrs.
Archer
,
who
knew
this
to
be
a
hint
that
the
seventeen-hand
chestnuts
which
were
never
kept
waiting
were
at
the
door
,
rose
with
a
hurried
murmur
of
thanks
.
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
beamed
on
her
with
the
smile
of
Esther
interceding
with
Ahasuerus
;
but
her
husband
raised
a
protesting
hand
.
"
There
is
nothing
to
thank
me
for
,
dear
Adeline
;
nothing
whatever
.
This
kind
of
thing
must
not
happen
in
New
York
;
it
shall
not
,
as
long
as
I
can
help
it
,
"
he
pronounced
with
sovereign
gentleness
as
he
steered
his
cousins
to
the
door.Two
hours
later
,
every
one
knew
that
the
great
C-spring
barouche
in
which
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
took
the
air
at
all
seasons
had
been
seen
at
old
Mrs.
Mingott
's
door
,
where
a
large
square
envelope
was
handed
in
;
and
that
evening
at
the
Opera
Mr
Sillerton
Jackson
was
able
to
state
that
the
envelope
contained
a
card
inviting
the
Countess
Olenska
to
the
dinner
which
the
van
der
Luydens
were
giving
the
following
week
for
their
cousin
,
the
Duke
of
St.
Austrey.Some
of
the
younger
men
in
the
club
box
exchanged
a
smile
at
this
announcement
,
and
glanced
sideways
at
Lawrence
Lefferts
,
who
sat
carelessly
in
the
front
of
the
box
,
pulling
his
long
fair
moustache
,
and
who
remarked
with
authority
,
as
the
soprano
paused
:
"
No
one
but
Patti
ought
to
attempt
the
Sonnambula
.
"
It
was
generally
agreed
in
New
York
that
the
Countess
Olenska
had
"
lost
her
looks
.
"
She
had
appeared
there
first
,
in
Newland
Archer
's
boyhood
,
as
a
brilliantly
pretty
little
girl
of
nine
or
ten
,
of
whom
people
said
that
she
"
ought
to
be
painted
.
"
Her
parents
had
been
continental
wanderers
,
and
after
a
roaming
babyhood
she
had
lost
them
both
,
and
been
taken
in
charge
by
her
aunt
,
Medora
Manson
,
also
a
wanderer
,
who
was
herself
returning
to
New
York
to
"
settle
down
.
"
Poor
Medora
,
repeatedly
widowed
,
was
always
coming
home
to
settle
down
(
each
time
in
a
less
expensive
house
)
,
and
bringing
with
her
a
new
husband
or
an
adopted
child
;
but
after
a
few
months
she
invariably
parted
from
her
husband
or
quarrelled
with
her
ward
,
and
,
having
got
rid
of
her
house
at
a
loss
,
set
out
again
on
her
wanderings
.
As
her
mother
had
been
a
Rushworth
,
and
her
last
unhappy
marriage
had
linked
her
to
one
of
the
crazy
Chiverses
,
New
York
looked
indulgently
on
her
eccentricities
;
but
when
she
returned
with
her
little
orphaned
niece
,
whose
parents
had
been
popular
in
spite
of
their
regrettable
taste
for
travel
,
people
thought
it
a
pity
that
the
pretty
child
should
be
in
such
hands.Every
one
was
disposed
to
be
kind
to
little
Ellen
Mingott
,
though
her
dusky
red
cheeks
and
tight
curls
gave
her
an
air
of
gaiety
that
seemed
unsuitable
in
a
child
who
should
still
have
been
in
black
for
her
parents
.
It
was
one
of
the
misguided
Medora
's
many
peculiarities
to
flout
the
unalterable
rules
that
regulated
American
mourning
,
and
when
she
stepped
from
the
steamer
her
family
were
scandalised
to
see
that
the
crape
veil
she
wore
for
her
own
brother
was
seven
inches
shorter
than
those
of
her
sisters-in-law
,
while
little
Ellen
was
in
crimson
merino
and
amber
beads
,
like
a
gipsy
foundling.But
New
York
had
so
long
resigned
itself
to
Medora
that
only
a
few
old
ladies
shook
their
heads
over
Ellen
's
gaudy
clothes
,
while
her
other
relations
fell
under
the
charm
of
her
high
colour
and
high
spirits
.
She
was
a
fearless
and
familiar
little
thing
,
who
asked
disconcerting
questions
,
made
precocious
comments
,
and
possessed
outlandish
arts
,
such
as
dancing
a
Spanish
shawl
dance
and
singing
Neapolitan
love-songs
to
a
guitar
.
Under
the
direction
of
her
aunt
(
whose
real
name
was
Mrs.
Thorley
Chivers
,
but
who
,
having
received
a
Papal
title
,
had
resumed
her
first
husband
's
patronymic
,
and
called
herself
the
Marchioness
Manson
,
because
in
Italy
she
could
turn
it
into
Manzoni
)
the
little
girl
received
an
expensive
but
incoherent
education
,
which
included
"
drawing
from
the
model
,
"
a
thing
never
dreamed
of
before
,
and
playing
the
piano
in
quintets
with
professional
musicians.Of
course
no
good
could
come
of
this
;
and
when
,
a
few
years
later
,
poor
Chivers
finally
died
in
a
madhouse
,
his
widow
(
draped
in
strange
weeds
)
again
pulled
up
stakes
and
departed
with
Ellen
,
who
had
grown
into
a
tall
bony
girl
with
conspicuous
eyes
.
For
some
time
no
more
was
heard
of
them
;
then
news
came
of
Ellen
's
marriage
to
an
immensely
rich
Polish
nobleman
of
legendary
fame
,
whom
she
had
met
at
a
ball
at
the
Tuileries
,
and
who
was
said
to
have
princely
establishments
in
Paris
,
Nice
and
Florence
,
a
yacht
at
Cowes
,
and
many
square
miles
of
shooting
in
Transylvania
.
She
disappeared
in
a
kind
of
sulphurous
apotheosis
,
and
when
a
few
years
later
Medora
again
came
back
to
New
York
,
subdued
,
impoverished
,
mourning
a
third
husband
,
and
in
quest
of
a
still
smaller
house
,
people
wondered
that
her
rich
niece
had
not
been
able
to
do
something
for
her
.
Then
came
the
news
that
Ellen
's
own
marriage
had
ended
in
disaster
,
and
that
she
was
herself
returning
home
to
seek
rest
and
oblivion
among
her
kinsfolk.These
things
passed
through
Newland
Archer
's
mind
a
week
later
as
he
watched
the
Countess
Olenska
enter
the
van
der
Luyden
drawing-room
on
the
evening
of
the
momentous
dinner
.
The
occasion
was
a
solemn
one
,
and
he
wondered
a
little
nervously
how
she
would
carry
it
off
.
She
came
rather
late
,
one
hand
still
ungloved
,
and
fastening
a
bracelet
about
her
wrist
;
yet
she
entered
without
any
appearance
of
haste
or
embarrassment
the
drawing-room
in
which
New
York
's
most
chosen
company
was
somewhat
awfully
assembled.In
the
middle
of
the
room
she
paused
,
looking
about
her
with
a
grave
mouth
and
smiling
eyes
;
and
in
that
instant
Newland
Archer
rejected
the
general
verdict
on
her
looks
.
It
was
true
that
her
early
radiance
was
gone
.
The
red
cheeks
had
paled
;
she
was
thin
,
worn
,
a
little
older-looking
than
her
age
,
which
must
have
been
nearly
thirty
.
But
there
was
about
her
the
mysterious
authority
of
beauty
,
a
sureness
in
the
carriage
of
the
head
,
the
movement
of
the
eyes
,
which
,
without
being
in
the
least
theatrical
,
struck
his
as
highly
trained
and
full
of
a
conscious
power
.
At
the
same
time
she
was
simpler
in
manner
than
most
of
the
ladies
present
,
and
many
people
(
as
he
heard
afterward
from
Janey
)
were
disappointed
that
her
appearance
was
not
more
"
stylish
"
--
for
stylishness
was
what
New
York
most
valued
.
It
was
,
perhaps
,
Archer
reflected
,
because
her
early
vivacity
had
disappeared
;
because
she
was
so
quiet
--
quiet
in
her
movements
,
her
voice
,
and
the
tones
of
her
low-pitched
voice
.
New
York
had
expected
something
a
good
deal
more
reasonant
in
a
young
woman
with
such
a
history.The
dinner
was
a
somewhat
formidable
business
.
Dining
with
the
van
der
Luydens
was
at
best
no
light
matter
,
and
dining
there
with
a
Duke
who
was
their
cousin
was
almost
a
religious
solemnity
.
It
pleased
Archer
to
think
that
only
an
old
New
Yorker
could
perceive
the
shade
of
difference
(
to
New
York
)
between
being
merely
a
Duke
and
being
the
van
der
Luydens
'
Duke
.
New
York
took
stray
noblemen
calmly
,
and
even
(
except
in
the
Struthers
set
)
with
a
certain
distrustful
hauteur
;
but
when
they
presented
such
credentials
as
these
they
were
received
with
an
old-fashioned
cordiality
that
they
would
have
been
greatly
mistaken
in
ascribing
solely
to
their
standing
in
Debrett
.
It
was
for
just
such
distinctions
that
the
young
man
cherished
his
old
New
York
even
while
he
smiled
at
it.The
van
der
Luydens
had
done
their
best
to
emphasise
the
importance
of
the
occasion
.
The
du
Lac
Sevres
and
the
Trevenna
George
II
plate
were
out
;
so
was
the
van
der
Luyden
"
Lowestoft
"
(
East
India
Company
)
and
the
Dagonet
Crown
Derby
.
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
looked
more
than
ever
like
a
Cabanel
,
and
Mrs.
Archer
,
in
her
grandmother
's
seed-pearls
and
emeralds
,
reminded
her
son
of
an
Isabey
miniature
.
All
the
ladies
had
on
their
handsomest
jewels
,
but
it
was
characteristic
of
the
house
and
the
occasion
that
these
were
mostly
in
rather
heavy
old-fashioned
settings
;
and
old
Miss
Lanning
,
who
had
been
persuaded
to
come
,
actually
wore
her
mother
's
cameos
and
a
Spanish
blonde
shawl.The
Countess
Olenska
was
the
only
young
woman
at
the
dinner
;
yet
,
as
Archer
scanned
the
smooth
plump
elderly
faces
between
their
diamond
necklaces
and
towering
ostrich
feathers
,
they
struck
him
as
curiously
immature
compared
with
hers
.
It
frightened
him
to
think
what
must
have
gone
to
the
making
of
her
eyes.The
Duke
of
St.
Austrey
,
who
sat
at
his
hostess
's
right
,
was
naturally
the
chief
figure
of
the
evening
.
But
if
the
Countess
Olenska
was
less
conspicuous
than
had
been
hoped
,
the
Duke
was
almost
invisible
.
Being
a
well-bred
man
he
had
not
(
like
another
recent
ducal
visitor
)
come
to
the
dinner
in
a
shooting-jacket
;
but
his
evening
clothes
were
so
shabby
and
baggy
,
and
he
wore
them
with
such
an
air
of
their
being
homespun
,
that
(
with
his
stooping
way
of
sitting
,
and
the
vast
beard
spreading
over
his
shirt-front
)
he
hardly
gave
the
appearance
of
being
in
dinner
attire
.
He
was
short
,
round-shouldered
,
sunburnt
,
with
a
thick
nose
,
small
eyes
and
a
sociable
smile
;
but
he
seldom
spoke
,
and
when
he
did
it
was
in
such
low
tones
that
,
despite
the
frequent
silences
of
expectation
about
the
table
,
his
remarks
were
lost
to
all
but
his
neighbours.When
the
men
joined
the
ladies
after
dinner
the
Duke
went
straight
up
to
the
Countess
Olenska
,
and
they
sat
down
in
a
corner
and
plunged
into
animated
talk
.
Neither
seemed
aware
that
the
Duke
should
first
have
paid
his
respects
to
Mrs.
Lovell
Mingott
and
Mrs.
Headly
Chivers
,
and
the
Countess
have
conversed
with
that
amiable
hypochondriac
,
Mr.
Urban
Dagonet
of
Washington
Square
,
who
,
in
order
to
have
the
pleasure
of
meeting
her
,
had
broken
through
his
fixed
rule
of
not
dining
out
between
January
and
April
.
The
two
chatted
together
for
nearly
twenty
minutes
;
then
the
Countess
rose
and
,
walking
alone
across
the
wide
drawing-room
,
sat
down
at
Newland
Archer
's
side.It
was
not
the
custom
in
New
York
drawing-rooms
for
a
lady
to
get
up
and
walk
away
from
one
gentleman
in
order
to
seek
the
company
of
another
.
Etiquette
required
that
she
should
wait
,
immovable
as
an
idol
,
while
the
men
who
wished
to
converse
with
her
succeeded
each
other
at
her
side
.
But
the
Countess
was
apparently
unaware
of
having
broken
any
rule
;
she
sat
at
perfect
ease
in
a
corner
of
the
sofa
beside
Archer
,
and
looked
at
him
with
the
kindest
eyes
.
"
I
want
you
to
talk
to
me
about
May
,
"
she
said.Instead
of
answering
her
he
asked
:
"
You
knew
the
Duke
before
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
--
we
used
to
see
him
every
winter
at
Nice
.
He
's
very
fond
of
gambling
--
he
used
to
come
to
the
house
a
great
deal
.
