The blood that ran so close to her fair skin...
The blood that ran so close to her fair skin might have been a preserving fluid rather than a ravaging element; yet her look of indestructible youthfulness made her seem neither hard nor dull, but only primitive and pureIn the thick of this meditation Archer suddenly felt himself looking at her with the startled gaze of a stranger, and plunged into a reminiscence of the wedding-breakfast and of Granny Mingott's immense and triumphant pervasion of it

May settled down to frank enjoyment of the subject"I was surprised, though—weren't you?—that aunt Medora came after allEllen wrote that they were neither of them well enough to take the journey; I do wish it had been she who had recovered! Did you see the exquisite old lace she sent me?"

He had known that the moment must come sooner or later, but he had somewhat imagined that by force of willing he might hold it at bay

"Yes—I—no: yes, it was beautiful," he said, looking at her blindly, and wondering if, whenever he heard those two syllables, all his carefully built-up world would tumble about him like a house of cards

"Aren't you tired? It will be good to have some tea when we arrive—I'm sure the aunts have got everything beautifully ready," he rattled on, taking her hand in his; and her mind rushed away instantly to the magnificent tea and coffee service of Baltimore silver which the Beauforts had sent, and which "went" so perfectly with uncle Lovell Mingott's trays and side-dishes

In the spring twilight the train chanel top stopped at the Rhinebeck station, and they walked along the platform to the waiting carriage

"Ah, how awfully kind of the van der Luydens—they've sent their man over from Skuytercliff to meet us," Archer exclaimed, as a sedate person out of livery approached them and relieved the maid of her bags

"I'm extremely sorry, sir," said this emissary, "that a little accident has occurred at the Miss du Lacs': a leak in the water-tankIt happened yesterday, and Mrvan der Luyden, who heard of it this morning, sent a housemaid up by the early train to get the Patroon's house readyIt will be quite comfortable, I think you'll find, sir; and the Miss du Lacs have sent their cook over, so that it will be exactly the same as if you'd been at Rhinebeck

Archer stared at the speaker so blankly that he repeated in still more apologetic accents: "It'll be exactly the same, sir, I do assure you—" and May's eager voice broke out, covering the embarrassed silence: "The same as Rhinebeck? The Patroon's house? But it will be a hundred thousand times better—won't it, Newland? It's too dear and kind of Mrvan der Luyden to have thought of it

And as they drove off, with the maid beside the coachman, and their shining bridal bags on the seat before them, she went on excitedly: "Only fancy, I've never been inside it—have you? The van der Luydens show it to so few peopleBut they opened it for Ellen, it seems, and she told me what a darling little place it was: she says it's the only house she's coco chanel designer seen in America that she could imagine being perfectly happy in

"Well—that's what we're going to be, isn't it?" cried her husband gaily; and she answered with her boyish smile: "Ah, it's just our luck beginning—the wonderful luck we're always going to have together!"





XX
"Of course we must dine with MrsCarfry, dearest," Archer said; and his wife looked at him with an anxious frown across the monumental Britannia ware of their lodging house breakfast-table

In all the rainy desert of autumnal London there were only two people whom the Newland Archers knew; and these two they had sedulously avoided, in conformity with the old New York tradition that it was not "dignified" to force one's self on the notice of one's acquaintances in foreign countriesArcher and Janey, in the course of their visits to Europe, had so unflinchingly lived up to this principle, and met the friendly advances of their fellow-travellers with an air of such impenetrable reserve, that they had almost achieved the record of never having exchanged a word with a "foreigner" other than those employed in hotels and railway-stationsTheir own compatriots—save those previously known or properly accredited—they treated with an even more pronounced disdain; so that, unless they ran across a Chivers, a Dagonet or a Mingott, their months abroad were spent in an unbroken tete-a-teteBut the utmost precautions are sometimes unavailing; and one night at Botzen one of the two English ladies in the room across vintage tank watch the passage (whose names, dress and social situation were already intimately known to Janey) had knocked on the door and asked if MrsArcher had a bottle of linimentThe other lady—the intruder's sister, MrsCarfry—had been seized with a sudden attack of bronchitis; and MrsArcher, who never travelled without a complete family pharmacy, was fortunately able to produce the required remedyCarfry was very ill, and as she and her sister Miss Harle were travelling alone they were profoundly grateful to the Archer ladies, who supplied them with ingenious comforts and whose efficient maid helped to nurse the invalid back to health

When the Archers left Botzen they had no idea of ever seeing MrsCarfry and Miss Harle againArcher's mind, would have been more "undignified" than to force one's self on the notice of a "foreigner" to whom one had happened to render an accidental serviceCarfry and her sister, to whom this point of view was unknown, and who would have found it utterly incomprehensible, felt themselves linked by an eternal gratitude to the "delightful Americans" who had been so kind at BotzenWith touching fidelity they seized every chance of meeting MrsArcher and Janey in the course of their continental travels, and displayed a supernatural acuteness in finding out when they were to pass through London on their way to or from the StatesThe intimacy became indissoluble, and MrsArcher and Janey, whenever they alighted at Brown's Hotel, found themselves awaited by two affectionate omega seamaster fake friends who, like themselves, cultivated ferns in Wardian cases, made macrame lace, read the memoirs of the Baroness Bunsen and had views about the occupants of the leading London pulpitsArcher said, it made "another thing of London" to know MrsCarfry and Miss Harle; and by the time that Newland became engaged the tie between the families was so firmly established that it was thought "only right" to send a wedding invitation to the two English ladies, who sent, in return, a pretty bouquet of pressed Alpine flowers under glassAnd on the dock, when Newland and his wife sailed for England, MrsArcher's last word had been: "You must take May to see Mrs

Newland and his wife had had no idea of obeying this injunction; but MrsCarfry, with her usual acuteness, had run them down and sent them an invitation to dine; and it was over this invitation that May Archer was wrinkling her brows across the tea and muffins

"It's all very well for you, Newland; you KNOW themBut I shall feel so shy among a lot of people I've never metAnd what shall I wear?"

Newland leaned back in his chair and smiled at herShe looked handsomer and more Diana-like than everThe moist English air seemed to have deepened the bloom of her cheeks and softened the slight hardness of her virginal features; or else it was simply the inner glow of happiness, shining through like a light under ice

"Wear, dearest? I thought a trunkful of things had come from Paris last weekI meant to say that I shan't know WHICH to vintage chanel jewelry