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"
I
like
the
little
house
,
"
she
admitted
;
"
but
I
suppose
what
I
like
is
the
blessedness
of
its
being
here
,
in
my
own
country
and
my
own
town
;
and
then
,
of
being
alone
in
it
.
"
She
spoke
so
low
that
he
hardly
heard
the
last
phrase
;
but
in
his
awkwardness
he
took
it
up
.
"
You
like
so
much
to
be
alone
?
"
"
Yes
;
as
long
as
my
friends
keep
me
from
feeling
lonely
.
"
She
sat
down
near
the
fire
,
said
:
"
Nastasia
will
bring
the
tea
presently
,
"
and
signed
to
him
to
return
to
his
armchair
,
adding
:
"
I
see
you
've
already
chosen
your
corner
.
"
Leaning
back
,
she
folded
her
arms
behind
her
head
,
and
looked
at
the
fire
under
drooping
lids
.
"
This
is
the
hour
I
like
best
--
do
n't
you
?
"
A
proper
sense
of
his
dignity
caused
him
to
answer
:
"
I
was
afraid
you
'd
forgotten
the
hour
.
Beaufort
must
have
been
very
engrossing
.
"
She
looked
amused
.
"
Why
--
have
you
waited
long
?
Mr.
Beaufort
took
me
to
see
a
number
of
houses
--
since
it
seems
I
'm
not
to
be
allowed
to
stay
in
this
one
.
"
She
appeared
to
dismiss
both
Beaufort
and
himself
from
her
mind
,
and
went
on
:
"
I
've
never
been
in
a
city
where
there
seems
to
be
such
a
feeling
against
living
in
des
quartiers
excentriques
.
What
does
it
matter
where
one
lives
?
I
'm
told
this
street
is
respectable
.
"
"
It
's
not
fashionable
.
"
"
Fashionable
!
Do
you
all
think
so
much
of
that
?
Why
not
make
one
's
own
fashions
?
But
I
suppose
I
've
lived
too
independently
;
at
any
rate
,
I
want
to
do
what
you
all
do
--
I
want
to
feel
cared
for
and
safe
.
"
He
was
touched
,
as
he
had
been
the
evening
before
when
she
spoke
of
her
need
of
guidance
.
"
That
's
what
your
friends
want
you
to
feel
.
New
York
's
an
awfully
safe
place
,
"
he
added
with
a
flash
of
sarcasm
.
"
Yes
,
is
n't
it
?
One
feels
that
,
"
she
cried
,
missing
the
mockery
.
"
Being
here
is
like
--
like
--
being
taken
on
a
holiday
when
one
has
been
a
good
little
girl
and
done
all
one
's
lessons
.
"
The
analogy
was
well
meant
,
but
did
not
altogether
please
him
.
He
did
not
mind
being
flippant
about
New
York
,
but
disliked
to
hear
any
one
else
take
the
same
tone
.
He
wondered
if
she
did
not
begin
to
see
what
a
powerful
engine
it
was
,
and
how
nearly
it
had
crushed
her
.
The
Lovell
Mingotts
'
dinner
,
patched
up
in
extremis
out
of
all
sorts
of
social
odds
and
ends
,
ought
to
have
taught
her
the
narrowness
of
her
escape
;
but
either
she
had
been
all
along
unaware
of
having
skirted
disaster
,
or
else
she
had
lost
sight
of
it
in
the
triumph
of
the
van
der
Luyden
evening
.
Archer
inclined
to
the
former
theory
;
he
fancied
that
her
New
York
was
still
completely
undifferentiated
,
and
the
conjecture
nettled
him
.
"
Last
night
,
"
he
said
,
"
New
York
laid
itself
out
for
you
.
The
van
der
Luydens
do
nothing
by
halves
.
"
"
No
:
how
kind
they
are
!
It
was
such
a
nice
party
.
Every
one
seems
to
have
such
an
esteem
for
them
.
"
The
terms
were
hardly
adequate
;
she
might
have
spoken
in
that
way
of
a
tea-party
at
the
dear
old
Miss
Lannings
'
.
"
The
van
der
Luydens
,
"
said
Archer
,
feeling
himself
pompous
as
he
spoke
,
"
are
the
most
powerful
influence
in
New
York
society
.
Unfortunately
--
owing
to
her
health
--
they
receive
very
seldom
.
"
She
unclasped
her
hands
from
behind
her
head
,
and
looked
at
him
meditatively
.
"
Is
n't
that
perhaps
the
reason
?
"
"
The
reason
--
?
"
"
For
their
great
influence
;
that
they
make
themselves
so
rare
.
"
He
coloured
a
little
,
stared
at
her
--
and
suddenly
felt
the
penetration
of
the
remark
.
At
a
stroke
she
had
pricked
the
van
der
Luydens
and
they
collapsed
.
He
laughed
,
and
sacrificed
them.Nastasia
brought
the
tea
,
with
handleless
Japanese
cups
and
little
covered
dishes
,
placing
the
tray
on
a
low
table
.
"
But
you
'll
explain
these
things
to
me
--
you
'll
tell
me
all
I
ought
to
know
,
"
Madame
Olenska
continued
,
leaning
forward
to
hand
him
his
cup
.
"
It
's
you
who
are
telling
me
;
opening
my
eyes
to
things
I
'd
looked
at
so
long
that
I
'd
ceased
to
see
them
.
"
She
detached
a
small
gold
cigarette-case
from
one
of
her
bracelets
,
held
it
out
to
him
,
and
took
a
cigarette
herself
.
On
the
chimney
were
long
spills
for
lighting
them
.
"
Ah
,
then
we
can
both
help
each
other
.
But
I
want
help
so
much
more
.
You
must
tell
me
just
what
to
do
.
"
It
was
on
the
tip
of
his
tongue
to
reply
:
"
Do
n't
be
seen
driving
about
the
streets
with
Beaufort
--
"
but
he
was
being
too
deeply
drawn
into
the
atmosphere
of
the
room
,
which
was
her
atmosphere
,
and
to
give
advice
of
that
sort
would
have
been
like
telling
some
one
who
was
bargaining
for
attar-of-roses
in
Samarkand
that
one
should
always
be
provided
with
arctics
for
a
New
York
winter
.
New
York
seemed
much
farther
off
than
Samarkand
,
and
if
they
were
indeed
to
help
each
other
she
was
rendering
what
might
prove
the
first
of
their
mutual
services
by
making
him
look
at
his
native
city
objectively
.
Viewed
thus
,
as
through
the
wrong
end
of
a
telescope
,
it
looked
disconcertingly
small
and
distant
;
but
then
from
Samarkand
it
would.A
flame
darted
from
the
logs
and
she
bent
over
the
fire
,
stretching
her
thin
hands
so
close
to
it
that
a
faint
halo
shone
about
the
oval
nails
.
The
light
touched
to
russet
the
rings
of
dark
hair
escaping
from
her
braids
,
and
made
her
pale
face
paler
.
"
There
are
plenty
of
people
to
tell
you
what
to
do
,
"
Archer
rejoined
,
obscurely
envious
of
them
.
"
Oh
--
all
my
aunts
?
And
my
dear
old
Granny
?
"
She
considered
the
idea
impartially
.
"
They
're
all
a
little
vexed
with
me
for
setting
up
for
myself
--
poor
Granny
especially
.
She
wanted
to
keep
me
with
her
;
but
I
had
to
be
free
--
"
He
was
impressed
by
this
light
way
of
speaking
of
the
formidable
Catherine
,
and
moved
by
the
thought
of
what
must
have
given
Madame
Olenska
this
thirst
for
even
the
loneliest
kind
of
freedom
.
But
the
idea
of
Beaufort
gnawed
him
.
"
I
think
I
understand
how
you
feel
,
"
he
said
.
"
Still
,
your
family
can
advise
you
;
explain
differences
;
show
you
the
way
.
"
She
lifted
her
thin
black
eyebrows
.
"
Is
New
York
such
a
labyrinth
?
I
thought
it
so
straight
up
and
down
--
like
Fifth
Avenue
.
And
with
all
the
cross
streets
numbered
!
"
She
seemed
to
guess
his
faint
disapproval
of
this
,
and
added
,
with
the
rare
smile
that
enchanted
her
whole
face
:
"
If
you
knew
how
I
like
it
for
just
THAT
--
the
straight-up-and-downness
,
and
the
big
honest
labels
on
everything
!
"
He
saw
his
chance
.
"
Everything
may
be
labelled
--
but
everybody
is
not
.
"
"
Perhaps
.
I
may
simplify
too
much
--
but
you
'll
warn
me
if
I
do
.
"
She
turned
from
the
fire
to
look
at
him
.
"
There
are
only
two
people
here
who
make
me
feel
as
if
they
understood
what
I
mean
and
could
explain
things
to
me
:
you
and
Mr.
Beaufort
.
"
Archer
winced
at
the
joining
of
the
names
,
and
then
,
with
a
quick
readjustment
,
understood
,
sympathised
and
pitied
.
So
close
to
the
powers
of
evil
she
must
have
lived
that
she
still
breathed
more
freely
in
their
air
.
But
since
she
felt
that
he
understood
her
also
,
his
business
would
be
to
make
her
see
Beaufort
as
he
really
was
,
with
all
he
represented
--
and
abhor
it.He
answered
gently
:
"
I
understand
.
But
just
at
first
do
n't
let
go
of
your
old
friends
'
hands
:
I
mean
the
older
women
,
your
Granny
Mingott
,
Mrs.
Welland
,
Mrs.
van
der
Luyden
.
They
like
and
admire
you
--
they
want
to
help
you
.
"
She
shook
her
head
and
sighed
.
"
Oh
,
I
know
--
I
know
!
But
on
condition
that
they
do
n't
hear
anything
unpleasant
.
Aunt
Welland
put
it
in
those
very
words
when
I
tried
...
Does
no
one
want
to
know
the
truth
here
,
Mr.
Archer
?
The
real
loneliness
is
living
among
all
these
kind
people
who
only
ask
one
to
pretend
!
"
She
lifted
her
hands
to
her
face
,
and
he
saw
her
thin
shoulders
shaken
by
a
sob
.
"
Madame
Olenska
!
--
Oh
,
do
n't
,
Ellen
,
"
he
cried
,
starting
up
and
bending
over
her
.
He
drew
down
one
of
her
hands
,
clasping
and
chafing
it
like
a
child
's
while
he
murmured
reassuring
words
;
but
in
a
moment
she
freed
herself
,
and
looked
up
at
him
with
wet
lashes
.
"
Does
no
one
cry
here
,
either
?
I
suppose
there
's
no
need
to
,
in
heaven
,
"
she
said
,
straightening
her
loosened
braids
with
a
laugh
,
and
bending
over
the
tea-kettle
.
It
was
burnt
into
his
consciousness
that
he
had
called
her
"
Ellen
"
--
called
her
so
twice
;
and
that
she
had
not
noticed
it
.
Far
down
the
inverted
telescope
he
saw
the
faint
white
figure
of
May
Welland
--
in
New
York.Suddenly
Nastasia
put
her
head
in
to
say
something
in
her
rich
Italian.Madame
Olenska
,
again
with
a
hand
at
her
hair
,
uttered
an
exclamation
of
assent
--
a
flashing
"
Gia
--
gia
"
--
and
the
Duke
of
St.
Austrey
entered
,
piloting
a
tremendous
blackwigged
and
red-plumed
lady
in
overflowing
furs
.
"
My
dear
Countess
,
I
've
brought
an
old
friend
of
mine
to
see
you
--
Mrs.
Struthers
.
She
was
n't
asked
to
the
party
last
night
,
and
she
wants
to
know
you
.
"
The
Duke
beamed
on
the
group
,
and
Madame
Olenska
advanced
with
a
murmur
of
welcome
toward
the
queer
couple
.
She
seemed
to
have
no
idea
how
oddly
matched
they
were
,
nor
what
a
liberty
the
Duke
had
taken
in
bringing
his
companion
--
and
to
do
him
justice
,
as
Archer
perceived
,
the
Duke
seemed
as
unaware
of
it
himself
.
"
Of
course
I
want
to
know
you
,
my
dear
,
"
cried
Mrs.
Struthers
in
a
round
rolling
voice
that
matched
her
bold
feathers
and
her
brazen
wig
.
"
I
want
to
know
everybody
who
's
young
and
interesting
and
charming
.
And
the
Duke
tells
me
you
like
music
--
did
n't
you
,
Duke
?
You
're
a
pianist
yourself
,
I
believe
?
Well
,
do
you
want
to
hear
Sarasate
play
tomorrow
evening
at
my
house
?
You
know
I
've
something
going
on
every
Sunday
evening
--
it
's
the
day
when
New
York
does
n't
know
what
to
do
with
itself
,
and
so
I
say
to
it
:
'
Come
and
be
amused
.
'
And
the
Duke
thought
you
'd
be
tempted
by
Sarasate
.
You
'll
find
a
number
of
your
friends
.
"
Madame
Olenska
's
face
grew
brilliant
with
pleasure
.
"
How
kind
!
How
good
of
the
Duke
to
think
of
me
!
"
She
pushed
a
chair
up
to
the
tea-table
and
Mrs.
Struthers
sank
into
it
delectably
.
"
Of
course
I
shall
be
too
happy
to
come
.
"
"
That
's
all
right
,
my
dear
.
And
bring
your
young
gentleman
with
you
.
"
Mrs.
Struthers
extended
a
hail-fellow
hand
to
Archer
.
"
I
ca
n't
put
a
name
to
you
--
but
I
'm
sure
I
've
met
you
--
I
've
met
everybody
,
here
,
or
in
Paris
or
London
.
Are
n't
you
in
diplomacy
?
All
the
diplomatists
come
to
me
.
You
like
music
too
?
Duke
,
you
must
be
sure
to
bring
him
.
"
The
Duke
said
"
Rather
"
from
the
depths
of
his
beard
,
and
Archer
withdrew
with
a
stiffly
circular
bow
that
made
him
feel
as
full
of
spine
as
a
self-conscious
school-boy
among
careless
and
unnoticing
elders.He
was
not
sorry
for
the
denouement
of
his
visit
:
he
only
wished
it
had
come
sooner
,
and
spared
him
a
certain
waste
of
emotion
.
As
he
went
out
into
the
wintry
night
,
New
York
again
became
vast
and
imminent
,
and
May
Welland
the
loveliest
woman
in
it
.
He
turned
into
his
florist
's
to
send
her
the
daily
box
of
lilies-of-the-valley
which
,
to
his
confusion
,
he
found
he
had
forgotten
that
morning.As
he
wrote
a
word
on
his
card
and
waited
for
an
envelope
he
glanced
about
the
embowered
shop
,
and
his
eye
lit
on
a
cluster
of
yellow
roses
.
He
had
never
seen
any
as
sun-golden
before
,
and
his
first
impulse
was
to
send
them
to
May
instead
of
the
lilies
.
But
they
did
not
look
like
her
--
there
was
something
too
rich
,
too
strong
,
in
their
fiery
beauty
In
a
sudden
revulsion
of
mood
,
and
almost
without
knowing
what
he
did
,
he
signed
to
the
florist
to
lay
the
roses
in
another
long
box
,
and
slipped
his
card
into
a
second
envelope
,
on
which
he
wrote
the
name
of
the
Countess
Olenska
;
then
,
just
as
he
was
turning
away
,
he
drew
the
card
out
again
,
and
left
the
empty
envelope
on
the
box
.
"
They
'll
go
at
once
?
"
he
enquired
,
pointing
to
the
roses.The
florist
assured
him
that
they
would
.
The
next
day
he
persuaded
May
to
escape
for
a
walk
in
the
Park
after
luncheon
.
As
was
the
custom
in
old-fashioned
Episcopalian
New
York
,
she
usually
accompanied
her
parents
to
church
on
Sunday
afternoons
;
but
Mrs.
Welland
condoned
her
truancy
,
having
that
very
morning
won
her
over
to
the
necessity
of
a
long
engagement
,
with
time
to
prepare
a
hand-embroidered
trousseau
containing
the
proper
number
of
dozens.The
day
was
delectable
.
The
bare
vaulting
of
trees
along
the
Mall
was
ceiled
with
lapis
lazuli
,
and
arched
above
snow
that
shone
like
splintered
crystals
.
It
was
the
weather
to
call
out
May
's
radiance
,
and
she
burned
like
a
young
maple
in
the
frost
.
Archer
was
proud
of
the
glances
turned
on
her
,
and
the
simple
joy
of
possessorship
cleared
away
his
underlying
perplexities
.
"
It
's
so
delicious
--
waking
every
morning
to
smell
lilies-of-the-valley
in
one
's
room
!
"
she
said
.
"
Yesterday
they
came
late
.
I
had
n't
time
in
the
morning
--
"
"
But
your
remembering
each
day
to
send
them
makes
me
love
them
so
much
more
than
if
you
'd
given
a
standing
order
,
and
they
came
every
morning
on
the
minute
,
like
one
's
music-teacher
--
as
I
know
Gertrude
Lefferts
's
did
,
for
instance
,
when
she
and
Lawrence
were
engaged
.
"
"
Ah
--
they
would
!
"
laughed
Archer
,
amused
at
her
keenness
.
He
looked
sideways
at
her
fruit-like
cheek
and
felt
rich
and
secure
enough
to
add
:
"
When
I
sent
your
lilies
yesterday
afternoon
I
saw
some
rather
gorgeous
yellow
roses
and
packed
them
off
to
Madame
Olenska
.
Was
that
right
?
"
"
How
dear
of
you
!
Anything
of
that
kind
delights
her
.
It
's
odd
she
did
n't
mention
it
:
she
lunched
with
us
today
,
and
spoke
of
Mr.
Beaufort
's
having
sent
her
wonderful
orchids
,
and
cousin
Henry
van
der
Luyden
a
whole
hamper
of
carnations
from
Skuytercliff
.
She
seems
so
surprised
to
receive
flowers
.
Do
n't
people
send
them
in
Europe
?
She
thinks
it
such
a
pretty
custom
.
"
"
Oh
,
well
,
no
wonder
mine
were
overshadowed
by
Beaufort
's
,
"
said
Archer
irritably
.
Then
he
remembered
that
he
had
not
put
a
card
with
the
roses
,
and
was
vexed
at
having
spoken
of
them
.
He
wanted
to
say
:
"
I
called
on
your
cousin
yesterday
,
"
but
hesitated
.
If
Madame
Olenska
had
not
spoken
of
his
visit
it
might
seem
awkward
that
he
should
.
Yet
not
to
do
so
gave
the
affair
an
air
of
mystery
that
he
disliked
.
To
shake
off
the
question
he
began
to
talk
of
their
own
plans
,
their
future
,
and
Mrs.
Welland
's
insistence
on
a
long
engagement
.
"
If
you
call
it
long
!
Isabel
Chivers
and
Reggie
were
engaged
for
two
years
:
Grace
and
Thorley
for
nearly
a
year
and
a
half
.
Why
are
n't
we
very
well
off
as
we
are
?
"
It
was
the
traditional
maidenly
interrogation
,
and
he
felt
ashamed
of
himself
for
finding
it
singularly
childish
.
No
doubt
she
simply
echoed
what
was
said
for
her
;
but
she
was
nearing
her
twenty-second
birthday
,
and
he
wondered
at
what
age
"
nice
"
women
began
to
speak
for
themselves
.
"
Never
,
if
we
wo
n't
let
them
,
I
suppose
,
"
he
mused
,
and
recalled
his
mad
outburst
to
Mr.
Sillerton
Jackson
:
"
Women
ought
to
be
as
free
as
we
are
--
"
It
would
presently
be
his
task
to
take
the
bandage
from
this
young
woman
's
eyes
,
and
bid
her
look
forth
on
the
world
.
