Book I
10. Chapter X.
(continued)
He felt like shouting back: "Yes, she is, and so are
the van der Luydens, and so we all are, when it comes
to being so much as brushed by the wing-tip of Reality."
But he saw her long gentle face puckering into
tears, and felt ashamed of the useless pain he was
inflicting.
"Hang Countess Olenska! Don't be a goose, Janey--
I'm not her keeper."
"No; but you DID ask the Wellands to announce
your engagement sooner so that we might all back her
up; and if it hadn't been for that cousin Louisa would
never have invited her to the dinner for the Duke."
"Well--what harm was there in inviting her? She
was the best-looking woman in the room; she made the
dinner a little less funereal than the usual van der
Luyden banquet."
"You know cousin Henry asked her to please you:
he persuaded cousin Louisa. And now they're so upset
that they're going back to Skuytercliff tomorrow. I
think, Newland, you'd better come down. You don't
seem to understand how mother feels."
In the drawing-room Newland found his mother. She
raised a troubled brow from her needlework to ask:
"Has Janey told you?"
"Yes." He tried to keep his tone as measured as her
own. "But I can't take it very seriously."
"Not the fact of having offended cousin Louisa and
cousin Henry?"
"The fact that they can be offended by such a trifle
as Countess Olenska's going to the house of a woman
they consider common."
"Consider--!"
"Well, who is; but who has good music, and amuses
people on Sunday evenings, when the whole of New
York is dying of inanition."
"Good music? All I know is, there was a woman
who got up on a table and sang the things they sing at
the places you go to in Paris. There was smoking and
champagne."
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