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Glennard
’
s
exasperation
deflected
suddenly
.
“
Of
course
I
shall
let
him
know
.
You
always
seem
to
imply
that
I
’
m
going
to
do
something
rude
to
Flamel
.
”
The
words
reverberated
through
her
silence
;
she
had
a
way
of
thus
leaving
one
space
in
which
to
contemplate
one
’
s
folly
at
arm
’
s
length
.
Glennard
turned
on
his
heel
and
went
upstairs
As
he
dropped
into
a
chair
before
his
dressing
-
table
he
said
to
himself
that
in
the
last
hour
he
had
sounded
the
depths
of
his
humiliation
and
that
the
lowest
dregs
of
it
,
the
very
bottom
-
slime
,
was
the
hateful
necessity
of
having
always
,
as
long
as
the
two
men
lived
,
to
be
civil
to
Barton
Flamel
.
The
week
in
town
had
been
sultry
,
and
the
men
,
in
the
Sunday
emancipation
of
white
flannel
and
duck
,
filled
the
deck
-
chairs
of
the
yacht
with
their
outstretched
apathy
,
following
,
through
a
mist
of
cigarette
-
smoke
,
the
flitting
inconsequences
of
the
women
.
The
party
was
a
small
one
—
Flamel
had
few
intimate
friends
—
but
composed
of
more
heterogeneous
atoms
than
the
little
pools
into
which
society
usually
runs
.
The
reaction
from
the
chief
episode
of
his
earlier
life
had
bred
in
Glennard
an
uneasy
distaste
for
any
kind
of
personal
saliency
.
Cleverness
was
useful
in
business
;
but
in
society
it
seemed
to
him
as
futile
as
the
sham
cascades
formed
by
a
stream
that
might
have
been
used
to
drive
a
mill
.
He
liked
the
collective
point
of
view
that
goes
with
the
civilized
uniformity
of
dress
-
clothes
,
and
his
wife
’
s
attitude
implied
the
same
preference
;
yet
they
found
themselves
slipping
more
and
more
into
Flamel
’
s
intimacy
.
Alexa
had
once
or
twice
said
that
she
enjoyed
meeting
clever
people
;
but
her
enjoyment
took
the
negative
form
of
a
smiling
receptivity
;
and
Glennard
felt
a
growing
preference
for
the
kind
of
people
who
have
their
thinking
done
for
them
by
the
community
.
Still
,
the
deck
of
the
yacht
was
a
pleasant
refuge
from
the
heat
on
shore
,
and
his
wife
’
s
profile
,
serenely
projected
against
the
changing
blue
,
lay
on
his
retina
like
a
cool
hand
on
the
nerves
.
He
had
never
been
more
impressed
by
the
kind
of
absoluteness
that
lifted
her
beauty
above
the
transient
effects
of
other
women
,
making
the
most
harmonious
face
seem
an
accidental
collocation
of
features
.
The
ladies
who
directly
suggested
this
comparison
were
of
a
kind
accustomed
to
take
similar
risks
with
more
gratifying
results
.
Mrs
.
Armiger
had
in
fact
long
been
the
triumphant
alternative
of
those
who
couldn
’
t
“
see
”
Alexa
Glennard
’
s
looks
;
and
Mrs
.
Touchett
’
s
claims
to
consideration
were
founded
on
that
distribution
of
effects
which
is
the
wonder
of
those
who
admire
a
highly
cultivated
country
.
The
third
lady
of
the
trio
which
Glennard
’
s
fancy
had
put
to
such
unflattering
uses
,
was
bound
by
circumstances
to
support
the
claims
of
the
other
two
.
This
was
Mrs
.
Dresham
,
the
wife
of
the
editor
of
the
Radiator
.
Mrs
.
Dresham
was
a
lady
who
had
rescued
herself
from
social
obscurity
by
assuming
the
role
of
her
husband
’
s
exponent
and
interpreter
;
and
Dresham
’
s
leisure
being
devoted
to
the
cultivation
of
remarkable
women
,
his
wife
’
s
attitude
committed
her
to
the
public
celebration
of
their
remarkableness
.
For
the
conceivable
tedium
of
this
duty
,
Mrs
.
Dresham
was
repaid
by
the
fact
that
there
were
people
who
took
her
for
a
remarkable
woman
;
and
who
in
turn
probably
purchased
similar
distinction
with
the
small
change
of
her
reflected
importance
.
As
to
the
other
ladies
of
the
party
,
they
were
simply
the
wives
of
some
of
the
men
—
the
kind
of
women
who
expect
to
be
talked
to
collectively
and
to
have
their
questions
left
unanswered
.
Mrs
.
Armiger
,
the
latest
embodiment
of
Dresham
’
s
instinct
for
the
remarkable
,
was
an
innocent
beauty
who
for
years
had
distilled
dulness
among
a
set
of
people
now
self
-
condemned
by
their
inability
to
appreciate
her
.
Under
Dresham
’
s
tutelage
she
had
developed
into
a
“
thoughtful
woman
,
”
who
read
his
leaders
in
the
Radiator
and
bought
the
books
he
recommended
.
When
a
new
novel
appeared
,
people
wanted
to
know
what
Mrs
.
Armiger
thought
of
it
;
and
a
young
gentleman
who
had
made
a
trip
in
Touraine
had
recently
inscribed
to
her
the
wide
-
margined
result
of
his
explorations
.
Glennard
,
leaning
back
with
his
head
against
the
rail
and
a
slit
of
fugitive
blue
between
his
half
-
closed
lids
,
vaguely
wished
she
wouldn
’
t
spoil
the
afternoon
by
making
people
talk
;
though
he
reduced
his
annoyance
to
the
minimum
by
not
listening
to
what
was
said
,
there
remained
a
latent
irritation
against
the
general
futility
of
words
.
His
wife
’
s
gift
of
silence
seemed
to
him
the
most
vivid
commentary
on
the
clumsiness
of
speech
as
a
means
of
intercourse
,
and
his
eyes
had
turned
to
her
in
renewed
appreciation
of
this
finer
faculty
when
Mrs
.
Armiger
’
s
voice
abruptly
brought
home
to
him
the
underrated
potentialities
of
language
.
