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radiance of anger ran over her like summer lightning. "Ah," she exclaimed, in a shrill voice that the young
man had never heard, "who is ridiculous enough to send me a bouquet? Why a bouquet? And why tonight of
all nights? I am not going to a ball; I am not a girl engaged to be married. But some people are always
ridiculous."
She turned back to the door, opened it, and called out: "Nastasia!"
The ubiquitous handmaiden promptly appeared, and Archer heard Madame Olenska say, in an Italian that she
seemed to pronounce with intentional deliberateness in order that he might follow it: "Here--throw this into
the dustbin!" and then, as Nastasia stared protestingly: "But no--it's not the fault of the poor flowers. Tell the
boy to carry them to the house three doors away, the house of Mr. Winsett, the dark gentleman who dined
here. His wife is ill--they may give her pleasure . . . The boy is out, you say? Then, my dear one, run
yourself; here, put my cloak over you and fly. I want the thing out of the house immediately! And, as you live,
don't say they come from me!"
She flung her velvet opera cloak over the maid's shoulders and turned back into the drawing-room, shutting
the door sharply. Her bosom was rising high under its lace, and for a moment Archer thought she was about to
cry; but she burst into a laugh instead, and looking from the Marchioness to Archer, asked abruptly: "And you
two--have you made friends!"
"It's for Mr. Archer to say, darling; he has waited patiently while you were dressing."
"Yes--I gave you time enough: my hair wouldn't go," Madame Olenska said, raising her hand to the
heaped-up curls of her chignon. "But that reminds me: I see Dr. Carver is gone, and you'll be late at the
Blenkers'. Mr. Archer, will you put my aunt in the carriage?"
She followed the Marchioness into the hall, saw her fitted into a miscellaneous heap of overshoes, shawls and
tippets, and called from the doorstep: "Mind, the carriage is to be back for me at ten!" Then she returned to the
drawing-room, where Archer, on re-entering it, found her standing by the mantelpiece, examining herself in
the mirror. It was not usual, in New York society, for a lady to address her parlour-maid as "my dear one,"
and send her out on an errand wrapped in her own opera-cloak; and Archer, through all his deeper feelings,
tasted the pleasurable excitement of being in a world where action followed on emotion with such Olympian
speed.
Madame Olenska did not move when he came up behind her, and for a second their eyes met in the mirror;
then she turned, threw herself into her sofa- corner, and sighed out: "There's time for a cigarette."
He handed her the box and lit a spill for her; and as the flame flashed up into her face she glanced at him with
laughing eyes and said: "What do you think of me in a temper?"
Archer paused a moment; then he answered with sudden resolution: "It makes me understand what your aunt
has been saying about you."
"I knew she'd been talking about me. Well?"
"She said you were used to all kinds of things-- splendours and amusements and excitements--that we could
never hope to give you here."
Madame Olenska smiled faintly into the circle of smoke about her lips.
"Medora is incorrigibly romantic. It has made up to her for so many things!"
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Archer hesitated again, and again took his risk. "Is your aunt's romanticism always consistent with accuracy?"
"You mean: does she speak the truth?" Her niece considered. "Well, I'll tell you: in almost everything she
says, there's something true and something untrue. But why do you ask? What has she been telling you?"
He looked away into the fire, and then back at her shining presence. His heart tightened with the thought that
this was their last evening by that fireside, and that in a moment the carriage would come to carry her away.
"She says--she pretends that Count Olenski has asked her to persuade you to go back to him."
Madame Olenska made no answer. She sat motionless, holding her cigarette in her half-lifted hand. The
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