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She stood up, and as he sat with bent head, his chin propped on his hands, he felt her warmly and fragrantly hovering over him

"As far as that? But I'm afraid you can't, dear she said in an unsteady voice"Not unless you'll take me with you And then, as he was silent, she went on, in tones so clear and evenly-pitched that each separate syllable tapped like a little hammer on his brain: "That is, if the doctors will let me go but I'm afraid they won'tFor you see, Newland, I've been sure since this morning of something I've been so longing and hoping for?"

He looked up at her with a sick stare, and she sank down, all dew and roses, and hid her face against his knee

"Oh, my dear," he said, holding her to him while his cold hand stroked her hair

There was a long pause, which the inner devils filled with strident laughter; then May freed herself from his arms and stood up

"You didn't guess??"

"Yes?I; noThat is, of course I hoped?"

They looked at each other for an instant and again fell silent; then, turning his eyes from hers, he asked abruptly: "Have you told any one else?"

"Only Mamma and your mother She paused, and then added hurriedly, the blood flushing up to her forehead: "That is?and EllenYou know I told you we'd had a long talk one afternoon?and how dear she was to me

"Ah?" said Archer, his heart stopping

He felt that his wife was watching him intently"Did you MIND my telling her first, Newland?"

"Mind? Why should I?" He made a last effort to collect himself"But that was a fortnight ago, wasn't it? I thought you said you weren't sure till today

Her colour miu miu coffer burned deeper, but she held his gaze"No; I wasn't sure then?but I told her I wasAnd you see I was right!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes wet with victory
Newland Archer sat at the writing-table in his library in East Thirty-ninth Street

He had just got back from a big official reception for the inauguration of the new galleries at the Metropolitan Museum, and the spectacle of those great spaces crowded with the spoils of the ages, where the throng of fashion circulated through a series of scientifically catalogued treasures, had suddenly pressed on a rusted spring of memory

"Why, this used to be one of the old Cesnola rooms," he heard some one say; and instantly everything about him vanished, and he was sitting alone on a hard leather divan against a radiator, while a slight figure in a long sealskin cloak moved away down the meagrely-fitted vista of the old Museum

The vision had roused a host of other associations, and he sat looking with new eyes at the library which, for over thirty years, had been the scene of his solitary musings and of all the family confabulations

It was the room in which most of the real things of his life had happenedThere his wife, nearly twenty-six years ago, had broken to him, with a blushing circumlocution that would have caused the young women of the new generation to smile, the news that she was to have a child; and there their eldest boy, Dallas, too delicate to be taken to church in midwinter, had been christened by their old friend the Bishop of New York, the ample magnificent irreplaceable Bishop, so long the pride and ornament of his dioceseThere Dallas had black fendi spy first staggered across the floor shouting "Dad," while May and the nurse laughed behind the door; there their second child, Mary (who was so like her mother), had announced her engagement to the dullest and most reliable of Reggie Chivers's many sons; and there Archer had kissed her through her wedding veil before they went down to the motor which was to carry them to Grace Church?for in a world where all else had reeled on its foundations the "Grace Church wedding" remained an unchanged institution

It was in the library that he and May had always discussed the future of the children: the studies of Dallas and his young brother Bill, Mary's incurable indifference to "accomplishments," and passion for sport and philanthropy, and the vague leanings toward "art" which had finally landed the restless and curious Dallas in the office of a rising New York architect

The young men nowadays were emancipating themselves from the law and business and taking up all sorts of new thingsIf they were not absorbed in state politics or municipal reform, the chances were that they were going in for Central American archaeology, for architecture or landscape-engineering; taking a keen and learned interest in the prerevolutionary buildings of their own country, studying and adapting Georgian types, and protesting at the meaningless use of the word "Colonial Nobody nowadays had "Colonial" houses except the millionaire grocers of the suburbs

But above all?sometimes Archer put it above all?it was in that library that the Governor of New York, coming down from Albany one evening to dine and spend the night, had turned to omega seamaster replica watches his host, and said, banging his clenched fist on the table and gnashing his eye-glasses: "Hang the professional politician! You're the kind of man the country wants, ArcherIf the stable's ever to be cleaned out, men like you have got to lend a hand in the cleaning

"Men like you?" how Archer had glowed at the phrase! How eagerly he had risen up at the call! It was an echo of Ned Winsett's old appeal to roll his sleeves up and get down into the muck; but spoken by a man who set the example of the gesture, and whose summons to follow him was irresistible

Archer, as he looked back, was not sure that men like himself WERE what his country needed, at least in the active service to which Theodore Roosevelt had pointed; in fact, there was reason to think it did not, for after a year in the State Assembly he had not been re-elected, and had dropped back thankfully into obscure if useful municipal work, and from that again to the writing of occasional articles in one of the reforming weeklies that were trying to shake the country out of its apathyIt was little enough to look back on; but when he remembered to what the young men of his generation and his set had looked forward?the narrow groove of money-making, sport and society to which their vision had been limited?even his small contribution to the new state of things seemed to count, as each brick counts in a well-built wallHe had done little in public life; he would always be by nature a contemplative and a dilettante; but he had had high things to contemplate, great things to delight in; and one great man's friendship to be his strength and pride

He prada black bags had been, in short, what people were beginning to call "a good citizen In New York, for many years past, every new movement, philanthropic, municipal or artistic, had taken account of his opinion and wanted his namePeople said: "Ask Archer" when there was a question of starting the first school for crippled children, reorganising the Museum of Art, founding the Grolier Club, inaugurating the new Library, or getting up a new society of chamber musicHis days were full, and they were filled decentlyHe supposed it was all a man ought to ask

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of lifeBut he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lotteryThere were a hundred million tickets in HIS lottery, and there was only one prize; the chances had been too decidedly against himWhen he thought of Ellen Olenska it was abstractly, serenely, as one might think of some imaginary beloved in a book or a picture: she had become the composite vision of all that he had missedThat vision, faint and tenuous as it was, had kept him from thinking of other womenHe had been what was called a faithful husband; and when May had suddenly died?carried off by the infectious pneumonia through which she had nursed their youngest child?he had honestly mourned herTheir long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of a duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetitesLooking about him, he honoured his own past, and mourned for vintage omega watches i