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He was touched, as he had been the evening before when she spoke of her need of guidance. Thats what your friends want you to feel. New Yorks an awfully safe place, he added with a flash of sarcasm. Yes, isnt it? One feels that, she cried, missing the mockery. Being here is likelikebeing taken on a holiday when one has been a good little girl and done all ones 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. Unfortunatelyowing to her healththey receive very seldom. She unclasped her hands from behind her head, and looked at him meditatively. Isnt that perhaps the reason? The reason? For their great influence; that they make themselves so rare. He coloured a little, stared at herand 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 youll explain these things to meyoull tell me all I ought to know, Madame Olenska continued, leaning forward to hand him his cup. Its you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things Id looked at so long that Id 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: Dont 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 |
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