The Age of Innocence eBook

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After he had leaned out into the darkness for a few minutes he heard her say:  “Newland!  Do shut the window.  You’ll catch your death.”

He pulled the sash down and turned back.  “Catch my death!” he echoed; and he felt like adding:  “But I’ve caught it already.  I am dead—­I’ve been dead for months and months.”

And suddenly the play of the word flashed up a wild suggestion.  What if it were she who was dead!  If she were going to die—­to die soon—­and leave him free!  The sensation of standing there, in that warm familiar room, and looking at her, and wishing her dead, was so strange, so fascinating and overmastering, that its enormity did not immediately strike him.  He simply felt that chance had given him a new possibility to which his sick soul might cling.  Yes, May might die—­ people did:  young people, healthy people like herself:  she might die, and set him suddenly free.

She glanced up, and he saw by her widening eyes that there must be something strange in his own.

“Newland!  Are you ill?”

He shook his head and turned toward his arm-chair.  She bent over her work-frame, and as he passed he laid his hand on her hair.  “Poor May!” he said.

“Poor?  Why poor?” she echoed with a strained laugh.

“Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you,” he rejoined, laughing also.

For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work:  “I shall never worry if you’re happy.”

“Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!”

“In this weather?” she remonstrated; and with a sigh he buried his head in his book.

Six or seven days passed.  Archer heard nothing from Madame Olenska, and became aware that her name would not be mentioned in his presence by any member of the family.  He did not try to see her; to do so while she was at old Catherine’s guarded bedside would have been almost impossible.  In the uncertainty of the situation he let himself drift, conscious, somewhere below the surface of his thoughts, of a resolve which had come to him when he had leaned out from his library window into the icy night.  The strength of that resolve made it easy to wait and make no sign.

Then one day May told him that Mrs. Manson Mingott had asked to see him.  There was nothing surprising in the request, for the old lady was steadily recovering, and she had always openly declared that she preferred Archer to any of her other grandsons-in-law.  May gave the message with evident pleasure:  she was proud of old Catherine’s appreciation of her husband.

There was a moment’s pause, and then Archer felt it incumbent on him to say:  “All right.  Shall we go together this afternoon?”

His wife’s face brightened, but she instantly answered:  “Oh, you’d much better go alone.  It bores Granny to see the same people too often.”

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