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But
Beatrice
grew
more
and
more
prone
to
like
only
new
acquaintances
,
as
there
were
certain
stories
,
such
as
the
history
of
her
constitution
and
its
many
amendments
,
memories
of
her
years
abroad
,
that
it
was
necessary
for
her
to
repeat
at
regular
intervals
.
Like
Freudian
dreams
,
they
must
be
thrown
off
,
else
they
would
sweep
in
and
lay
siege
to
her
nerves
.
But
Beatrice
was
critical
about
American
women
,
especially
the
floating
population
of
ex-Westerners
.
"
They
have
accents
,
my
dear
,
"
she
told
Amory
,
"
not
Southern
accents
or
Boston
accents
,
not
an
accent
attached
to
any
locality
,
just
an
accent
"
--
she
became
dreamy
.
"
They
pick
up
old
,
moth-eaten
London
accents
that
are
down
on
their
luck
and
have
to
be
used
by
some
one
.
They
talk
as
an
English
butler
might
after
several
years
in
a
Chicago
grand-opera
company
.
"
She
became
almost
incoherent
--
"
Suppose
--
time
in
every
Western
woman
's
life
--
she
feels
her
husband
is
prosperous
enough
for
her
to
have
--
accent
--
they
try
to
impress
me
,
my
dear
--
"
Though
she
thought
of
her
body
as
a
mass
of
frailties
,
she
considered
her
soul
quite
as
ill
,
and
therefore
important
in
her
life
.
She
had
once
been
a
Catholic
,
but
discovering
that
priests
were
infinitely
more
attentive
when
she
was
in
process
of
losing
or
regaining
faith
in
Mother
Church
,
she
maintained
an
enchantingly
wavering
attitude
.
Often
she
deplored
the
bourgeois
quality
of
the
American
Catholic
clergy
,
and
was
quite
sure
that
had
she
lived
in
the
shadow
of
the
great
Continental
cathedrals
her
soul
would
still
be
a
thin
flame
on
the
mighty
altar
of
Rome
.
Still
,
next
to
doctors
,
priests
were
her
favorite
sport
.
"
Ah
,
Bishop
Wiston
,
"
she
would
declare
,
"
I
do
not
want
to
talk
of
myself
.
I
can
imagine
the
stream
of
hysterical
women
fluttering
at
your
doors
,
beseeching
you
to
be
simpatico
"
--
then
after
an
interlude
filled
by
the
clergyman
--
"
but
my
mood
--
is
--
oddly
dissimilar
.
"
Only
to
bishops
and
above
did
she
divulge
her
clerical
romance
.
When
she
had
first
returned
to
her
country
there
had
been
a
pagan
,
Swinburnian
young
man
in
Asheville
,
for
whose
passionate
kisses
and
unsentimental
conversations
she
had
taken
a
decided
penchant
--
they
had
discussed
the
matter
pro
and
con
with
an
intellectual
romancing
quite
devoid
of
sappiness
.
Eventually
she
had
decided
to
marry
for
background
,
and
the
young
pagan
from
Asheville
had
gone
through
a
spiritual
crisis
,
joined
the
Catholic
Church
,
and
was
now
--
Monsignor
Darcy
.
"
Indeed
,
Mrs.
Blaine
,
he
is
still
delightful
company
--
quite
the
cardinal
's
right-hand
man
.
"
"
Amory
will
go
to
him
one
day
,
I
know
,
"
breathed
the
beautiful
lady
,
"
and
Monsignor
Darcy
will
understand
him
as
he
understood
me
.
"
Amory
became
thirteen
,
rather
tall
and
slender
,
and
more
than
ever
on
to
his
Celtic
mother
.
He
had
tutored
occasionally
--
the
idea
being
that
he
was
to
"
keep
up
,
"
at
each
place
"
taking
up
the
work
where
he
left
off
,
"
yet
as
no
tutor
ever
found
the
place
he
left
off
,
his
mind
was
still
in
very
good
shape
.
What
a
few
more
years
of
this
life
would
have
made
of
him
is
problematical
.
However
,
four
hours
out
from
land
,
Italy
bound
,
with
Beatrice
,
his
appendix
burst
,
probably
from
too
many
meals
in
bed
,
and
after
a
series
of
frantic
telegrams
to
Europe
and
America
,
to
the
amazement
of
the
passengers
the
great
ship
slowly
wheeled
around
and
returned
to
New
York
to
deposit
Amory
at
the
pier
.
You
will
admit
that
if
it
was
not
life
it
was
magnificent
.
