settlements take precious good care of that. As things go over there, Olenski’s acted generously: he might have turned her out without a penny.”

The young man knew this and was silent.

“I understand, though,” Mr. Letterblair continued, “that she attaches no importance to the money. Therefore, as the family say, why not let well enough alone?”

Archer had gone to the house an hour earlier in full agreement with Mr. Letterblair’s view; but put into words by this selfish, well-fed and supremely indifferent old man it suddenly became the Pharisaic voice of a society wholly absorbed in barricading itself against the unpleasant.

“I think that’s for her to decide.”

“H’m—have you considered the consequences if she decides for divorce?”

“You mean the threat in her husband’s letter? What weight would that carry? It’s no more than the vague charge of an angry blackguard.”

“Yes; but it might make some unpleasant talk if he really defends the suit.”

“Unpleasant—!” said Archer explosively.

Mr. Letterblair looked at him from under enquiring eyebrows, and the young man, aware of the uselessness of trying to explain what was in his mind, bowed acquiescently while his senior continued: “Divorce is always unpleasant.”

“You agree with me?” Mr. Letterblair resumed, after a waiting silence.

“Naturally,” said Archer.

“Well, then, I may count on you; the Mingotts may count on you; to use your influence against the idea?”

Archer hesitated. “I can’t pledge myself till I’ve seen the Countess Olenska,” he said at length.

“Mr. Archer, I don’t understand you. Do you want to marry into a family with a scandalous divorce-suit hanging over it?”

“I don’t think that has anything to do with the case.”

Mr. Letterblair put down his glass of port and fixed on his young partner a cautious and apprehensive gaze.

Archer understood that he ran the risk of having his mandate withdrawn, and for some obscure reason he disliked the prospect. Now that the job had been thrust on him he did not propose to relinquish it; and, to guard against the possibility, he saw that he must reassure the unimaginative old man who was the legal conscience of the Mingotts.

“You may be sure, sir, that I shan’t commit myself till I’ve reported to you; what I meant was that I’d rather not give an opinion till I’ve heard what Madame Olenska has to say.”

Mr. Letterblair nodded approvingly at an excess of caution worthy of the best New York tradition, and the young man, glancing at his watch, pleaded an engagement and took leave.