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Starting point is 00:00:00 The Custom of the Country by Edith Borton Chapter 1 Undeemed Sprague! How can you? Her mother wailed, raising a prematurely wrinkled hand heavy with rings to defend the note which a languid bellboy had just brought in. But her defense was as feeble as her protest, and she continued to smile on her visitor, while Miss Sprague, with a turn of her quick young fingers, possessed herself of the missive and withdrew to the window to read it.

Starting point is 00:00:35 "'I guess it's meant for me,' she merely threw over her shoulder at her mother. "'Did you ever, Mrs. Heaney?' Mrs. Sprague murmured, with deprecating pride. Mrs. Heaney, a stout, professional-looking person in a waterproof, her rusty veil thrown back, and a shabby alligator bag at her feet, followed the mother's glance with good-humored approval. I never met with a lovelier form, she agreed, answering the spirit rather than the letter of her hostess's inquiry. Mrs. Sprague and her visitor were enthroned in two heavy gilt armchairs

Starting point is 00:01:13 in one of the private drawing-rooms of the Hotel Stentorian. The Spragg-rooms were known as one of the Louis suites, and the drawing-room walls above their wainscoting of high. highly varnished mahogany, were hung with salmon-pink damask, and adorned with oval portraits of Marie Antoinette and the Princess de L'Ambal. In the centre of the florid carpet, a gilt table with a top of Mexican onyx sustained a palm in a gilt basket tied with a pink bow. But for this ornament, and a copy of the Hound of the Baskervilles which lay beside it, the room showed no traces of human use, and Mrs. Sprague herself wore as complete an air of detachment as if she had been

Starting point is 00:01:56 a wax figure in a show window. Her attire was fashionable enough to justify such a post, and her pale, soft-cheeked face, with puffy eyelids and drooping mouth, suggested a partially melted wax figure which had run to double chin. Mrs. Heaney, in comparison, had a reassuring look of solidity and reality. The planting of her firm black bulk. in its chair, and the grasp of her broad red hands on the gilt arms, bespoke an organized and self-reliant activity, accounted for by the fact that Mrs. Heaney was a society manicure and masseuse. Toward Mrs. Sprague and her daughter, she filled the double role of manipulator and friend, and it was in the latter capacity that, her day's task ended, she

Starting point is 00:02:43 had dropped in for a moment to cheer up the lonely ladies of the Stentorian. The young girl whose form had won Mrs. Heaney's professional commendation, suddenly shifted its lovely lines as she turned back from the window. "'Here, you can have it after all,' she said, crumpling the note and tossing it with a contemptuous gesture into her mother's lap. "'Why, isn't it from Mr. Popple?' Mrs. Sprague exclaimed unguardedly. "'No, it isn't.

Starting point is 00:03:15 What made you think I thought it was?' snapped her daughter. But the next instant she added, with an outbreak of childish disappointment, "'It's only from Mr. Marvell's sister. At least she says she's his sister.' Mrs. Sprague, with a puzzled frown, groped for her eyeglass among the jet fringes of her tightly girded front. Mrs. Heaney's small blue eyes shot out sparks of curiosity. "'Marvell! What Marvell is that?' The girl explained languidly.

Starting point is 00:03:49 "'A little fellow. I think Mr. Popple said his name was Ralph.' While her mother continued, "'Undeen met them both last night at that party downstairs, and from something Mr. Popple said to her about going to one of the new plays, she thought, "'How on earth do you know what I thought?' Undine flashed back, her grey eyes darting warnings at her mother under their straight black brows. "'Why, you said you! thought? Mrs. Sprague began reproachfully, but Mrs. Heaney, heedless of their bickeringes,

Starting point is 00:04:22 was pursuing her own train of thought. What, Popple? Claude Walsingham Popple, the portrait painter? Yes, I suppose so. He said he'd like to paint me. Mabel Lipscomb introduced him. I don't care if I never see him again, the girl said, bathed an angry pink. Do you know him, Mrs. Heaney? Mrs. Sprague inquired. I should say I did. I manicured him for his first society portrait, a full length of Mrs. Harmon B. Driscoll. Mrs. Heaney smiled indulgently on her hearers.

Starting point is 00:04:59 I know everybody. If they don't know me, they ain't in, then Claude Walsingham Popples in it. But he ain't nearly as in it, she continued judicially, as Ralph Marvell, the little fellow, as you call him. Undine Sprague, at the word, swept round on the speaker with one of the quick turns that revealed her youthful flexibility.

Starting point is 00:05:23 She was always doubling and twisting on herself, and every movement she made seemed to start at the nape of her neck, just below the lifted roll of reddish-gold hair, and flow without a break through her whole slim length to the tips of her fingers and the points of her slender, restless feet. Why? Do you know the Marvell's? Are they stylish? she asked. Mrs. Heaney gave the discouraged gesture of a pedagogue who was vainly striven to implant the rudiments of knowledge in a rebellious mind. Why, Undine Sprague, I've told you all about them time and again. His mother was a Dagonet. They live with old urban dagonet down in Washington Square. To Mrs. Sprague, this conveyed even less than to her daughter. "'Way down there! Why do they live with somebody else? Haven't they got the means to have a home of their own?'

Starting point is 00:06:17 Undine's perceptions were more rapid, and she fixed her eyes searchingly on Mrs. Heaney. "'Do you mean to say Mr. Marvell's as swell as Mr. Popple?' "'As swell? Why Claude Walsingham Popple ain't in the same class with him?' The girl was upon her mother with a spring, snatching and smoothing out the crumpled note. Laura Fairford, is that the sister's name? Mrs. Henley, Fairford, yes. What does she write about? Undine's face lit up, as if a shaft of sunset had struck it through the triple-curtained windows of the Stentorian. She says she wants me to dine with her next Wednesday. Isn't it queer? Why does she want me?

Starting point is 00:07:02 She's never seen me. Her tone implied that she had long been accustomed to being wanted by those who had. Mrs. Heaney laughed. He saw you, didn't he? Who? Ralph Marvell? Why, of course he did. Mr. Popple brought him to the party here last night.

Starting point is 00:07:22 Well, there you are. When a young man in society wants to meet a girl again, he gets his sister to ask her. Undine stared at her incredulously. How queer! But they haven't all got sisters, have they? It must be fearfully pokey for the ones that haven't. They get their mothers, or their married friends, said Mrs. Heaney,

Starting point is 00:07:48 omnisciently. "'Married gentlemen?' inquired Mrs. Sprague, slightly shocked, but genuinely desirous of mastering her lesson. "'Mercy, no, married ladies.' "'But are there never any gentlemen present?' pursued Mrs. Sprague, feeling that if this were the case, Undine would certainly be disappointed. Present where? At their dinners? Of course. Mrs. Fairford gives the smartest little dinners in town. There was an account of one she gave last week in the morning's town talk. I guess it's right here among my clippings.

Starting point is 00:08:26 Mrs. Heaney, swooping down on her bag, drew from it a handful of newspaper cuttings, which she spread on her ample lap, and proceeded to sort with a moistened finger. "'Here,' she said, holding one of the slips at arm's length, and throwing back her head, she read in a slow, unpunctuated chant. Mrs. Henley Fairford gave another of her natty little dinners last Wednesday as usual. It was smart, small, and exclusive, and there was much gnashing of teeth among the left-outs, as Madame Olga Lukowska gave some of her new step-dances after dinner. That's the French for new dance steps."

Starting point is 00:09:05 Mrs. Heaney concluded, thrusting the documents back into her bag. Do you know Mrs. Fairford, too? Undine asked eagerly, while Mrs. Sprague, impressed but anxious for facts, pursued, Does she reside on Fifth Avenue? No, she has a little house in 38th Street, down beyond Park Avenue. The lady's faces drooped again, and the masseuse went on promptly.

Starting point is 00:09:31 But they're glad enough to have her in the big houses. Why, yes, I know her. She added, addressing herself to Undine. I asked her for a sprained ankle a couple of years ago. She's got a lovely manner but no conversation. Some of my patients converse exquisitely. Mrs. Heaney added with discrimination. Undine was brooding over the note.

Starting point is 00:09:55 It is written to Mother, Mrs. Abner E. Sprague. I never saw anything so funny. Will you allow your daughter to dine with me? Allow! How? Is Mrs. Fairford peculiar? No, you are, said Mrs. Heaney bluntly. Don't you know it's the thing in the best society to pretend that girls can't do anything without their mother's permission? You just remember that, Undine.

Starting point is 00:10:20 You mustn't accept invitations from gentlemen without you say you've got to ask your mother first. Mercy? But how will mother know what to say? Why she'll say what you'd tell her to, of course. You'd better tell her you want to dine with Mrs. Mrs. Fairford." Mrs. Heaney added humorously, as she gathered her waterproof together and stooped for her bag. "'Have I got to write the note, then?' Mrs. Sprague asked with rising agitation. Mrs. Heaney reflected, "'Why, no. I guess Undine can write it as if it was from you. Mrs. Fairford don't know your writing.' This was an evident relief to Mrs. Sprague,

Starting point is 00:11:00 And as Undine swept to her room with the note, her mother sank back, murmuring plaintively. Oh, don't go yet, Mrs. Heaney. I haven't seen a human being all day, and I can't seem to find anything to say to that French maid. Mrs. Heaney looked at her hostess with friendly compassion. She was well aware that she was the only bright spot on Mrs. Sprague's horizon. Since the Sprague, some two years previously, had moved from Apex City to New York, they had made little progress in establishing relations with their new environment. And when, about four months earlier, Mrs. Bragg's doctor had called in Mrs. Heaney to minister professionally to his patient, he had done more for her spirit than for her body. Mrs. Heaney had had such cases before. She knew the rich, helpless family, stranded in lonely, splendor, and a sumptuous Westside

Starting point is 00:11:52 Hotel, with a father compelled to seek a semblance of social life at the hotel bar, and a mother deprived of even this contact with her kind, and reduced to illness by boredom and inactivity. Poor Mrs. Sprague had done her own washing in her youth, but since her rising fortunes had made this occupation unsuitable, she had sunk into the relative inertia, which the ladies of Apex City regarded as one of the prerogatives of affluence. At Apex, however, she had belonged to a social club, and, until they moved to the Mealy House, had been kept busy by the incessant struggle with domestic cares, whereas New York seemed to offer no field for any form of ladylike activity. She therefore took her exercise vicariously, with Mrs. Heaney's help, and Mrs. Heaney

Starting point is 00:12:40 knew how to manipulate her imagination, as well as her muscles. It was Mrs. Heaney who peopled the solitude of the long, ghostly days with lively anecdotes of the Van Deegan's, the Driscolls, the Chauncey Ellings, and the other social potentates whose least doings Mrs. Sprague and undine had followed from afar in the apex papers, and who had come to seem so much more remote, since only the width of the Central Park divided mother and daughter from their Olympian portals. Mrs. Sprague had no ambition for herself. She seemed to have transferred her whole personality to her child, but she was passionately resolved that Undine should have whatever she wanted, and she sometimes fancied that Mrs. Heaney, who crossed those sacred thresholds so familiarly,

Starting point is 00:13:25 might someday gain admission for Undine. Well, I'll stay a mite longer if you want, and supposing I was to rub up your nails while we're talking, it'll be more sociable, the masseuse suggested, lifting her bag to the table and covering its shiny ony surface with bottles and polishers. Mrs. Sprague consentingly slipped the rings from her small, mottled hands. It was soothing to feel herself in Mrs. Heaney's grasp,

Starting point is 00:13:52 and though she knew the attention would cost her, $3, she was secure in the sense that Abner wouldn't mind. It had been clear to Mrs. Sprague, ever since their rather precipitate departure from Apex City, that Abner was resolved not to mind, resolved at any cost to see through the New York adventure. It seemed likely now that the cost would be considerable. They had lived in New York for two years without any social benefit to their daughter, and it was, of course, for that purpose that they had come. If, and, and, and, At the time there had been other and more pressing reasons, they were such as Mrs. Sprague and her husband never touched on, even in the gilded privacy of their bedroom at the Stentorian, and so

Starting point is 00:14:36 completely had silence closed in on the subject that to Mrs. Sprague it had become non-existent. She really believed that, as Abner put it, they had left Apex because Undine was too big for the place. She seemed as yet, poor child, too small for New York. actually imperceptible to its heedless multitudes, and her mother trembled for the day when her invisibility should be borne in on her. Mrs. Sprague did not mind the long delay for herself. She had stores of lymphatic patients.

Starting point is 00:15:09 But she had noticed lately that Andine was beginning to be nervous, and there was nothing that Undine's parents dreaded so much as her being nervous. Mrs. Sprague's maternal apprehensions unconsciously escaped in her next words. I do hope she'll quiet down now, she murmured, feeling quieter herself as her hand sank into Mrs. Heaney's roomy palm. Who's that? Undine? Yes, she seemed so set on that Mr. Popple's coming round. From the way he acted last night she thought he'd be sure to come round this morning.

Starting point is 00:15:45 She's so lonesome, poor child. I can't say as I blame her. Oh, he'll come round. things don't happen as quick as that in New York, said Mrs. Heaney, driving her nail polisher cheeringly. Mrs. Sprague sighed again. They don't appear to. They say New Yorkers are always in a hurry, but I can't say as they've hurried much to make our acquaintance. Mrs. Heaney drew back to study the effect of her work. You wait, Mrs. Sprague, you wait. If you go too fast, you sometimes have to rip out the whole seam.

Starting point is 00:16:20 "'Oh, that's so, that's so,' Mrs. Sprague exclaimed, with a tragic emphasis that made the masseuse glance up at her. "'Of course it's so, and it's more so in New York than anywhere. The wrong sets like flypaper. Once you're in it you can pull and pull, but you'll never get out of it again.' Undine's mother heaved another and more helpless sigh. "'I wish you'd tell Undine that, Mrs. Heaney.' Oh, I guess on Dean's all right.

Starting point is 00:16:52 A girl like her can afford to wait. And if young Marvell's really taken with her, she'll have the run of the place in no time. This solacing thought enabled Mrs. Sprague to yield herself unreservedly to Mrs. Heaney's ministrations, which were prolonged for a happy confidential hour, and she had just bidden the masseuse goodbye and was restoring the rings to her fingers

Starting point is 00:17:14 when the door opened to admit her husband. Mr. Sprague came in silently, setting his high hat down on the center table, and laying his overcoat across one of the gilt chairs. He was tallish, gray-bearded, and somewhat stooping, with the slack figure of the sedentary man who would be stout if he were not dyspeptic, and his cautious gray eyes with pouch-like underlids had straight black brows like his daughters. His thin hair was worn a little too long over his coat-collar, and a masonic emblem dangled from the heavy gold chain which crossed his crumpled black waistcoat. He stood still in the middle of the room, casting a slow, pioneering glance about its gilded void,

Starting point is 00:17:55 and then, he said gently, "'Well, mother?' Mrs. Sprague remained seated, but her eyes dwelt on him affectionately. Undine's been asked out to a dinner party, and Mrs. Heaney says it's to one of the first families. It's the sister of one of the gentlemen that Mabel Lipscomb introduced her to last night. night. There was a mild triumph in her tone, for it was owing to her insistence and Undine's that Mr. Sprague had been induced to give up the house they had bought in West End Avenue and move with his family to the Stentorian. Undine had early decided that they could not hope to get on while they kept house. All the fashionable people she knew either boarded or lived in hotels.

Starting point is 00:18:38 Mrs. Sprague was easily induced to take the same view, but Mr. Sprague had resisted, being at the moment unable either to sell his house or to let it as advantageously as he had hoped. After the move was made, it seemed for a time as though he had been right, and the first social steps would be as difficult to make in a hotel as in one's own house, and Mrs. Sprague was therefore eager to have him know that Undine really owed her first invitation to a meeting under the roof of the Stentorian. "'You see, we were right to come here, Abner,' she added, and he absently rejoined.

Starting point is 00:19:14 I guess you two always managed to be right. But his face remained unsmiling, and instead of seating himself and lighting his cigar, as he usually did before dinner, he took two or three aimless turns about the room, and then paused in front of his wife. "'What's the matter? Anything wrong downtown?' she asked, her eyes reflecting his anxiety.

Starting point is 00:19:37 Mrs. Sprague's knowledge of what went on downtown was of the most elementary kind, but her husband's face was the barometer on which she had long been accustomed to read the leave to go on unrestrictedly, or the warning to pause and abstain till the coming storm should be weathered. He shook his head. No, nothing worse than what I can see to. If you and Undine will go steady for a while. He paused and looked across the room at his daughter's door. Where is she? Out? I guess she's in her room, going over her dresses with that French maid. I don't know where she's got anything fit to wear to that dinner.

Starting point is 00:20:19 Mrs. Sprague added, in a tentative murmur. Mr. Sprague smiled at last. Well, I guess she will have, he said prophetically. He glanced again at his daughter's door, as if to make sure of it's being shut. Then, standing close before his wife, he lowered his voice to say, I saw Elmer Moffat downtown today. Oh, Abner! A wave of almost physical apprehension passed over Mrs. Sprague.

Starting point is 00:20:51 Her jeweled hands trembled in her black brocade lap, and the pulpy curves of her face collapsed as if it were pricked balloon. Oh, Abner! She moaned again, her eyes also on her daughter's door. Mr. Sprague's black eyebrows gathered in an angry frown, but it was evident that his anger was not against his wife. "'What's the good of, oh, abnering? Elmer Moffitt's nothing to us. No more than if we never laid eyes on him.' "'No, I know it, but what's he doing here?' "'Did you speak to him?' she faltered. He slipped his thumbs into his waistcoat pockets.

Starting point is 00:21:31 "'No, I guess Elmer and I are pretty well talked out.' Mrs. Sprague took up her moan. Don't tell her you saw him, Abner. I'll do as you say, but she may meet him herself. Oh, I guess not. Not with this new set she's going with. Don't tell her anyhow. He turned away, feeling for one of the cigars which he always carried loose in his pocket, and his wife, Rising, stole after him and laid her hand on his arm. He can't do anything to her can.

Starting point is 00:22:05 he? Do anything to her. He swung about furiously. I'd like to see him touch her, that's all. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain. Undine's white and gold bedroom, with sea green panels and old rose carpet, looked along 72nd Street toward the leafless treetops of the Central Park. She went to the window, and drawing back its many layers of lace, gazed eastward down the long brownstone perspective. Beyond the park lay Fifth Avenue, and Fifth Avenue was where she wanted to be.

Starting point is 00:22:54 She turned back into the room, and going to her writing table, laid Mrs. Fairford's note before her, and began to study it minutely. She had read in the boudoir chat of one of the Sunday papers that the smartest women were using the new pigeon-blood note paper with white ink, and rather against her mother's advice, she had ordered a large supply with her monogram in silver. It was a disappointment, therefore, to find that Mrs. Fairford wrote on the old-fashioned white sheet without even a monogram, simply her address and telephone number.

Starting point is 00:23:28 It gave Undine rather a poor opinion of Mrs. Fairford's social standing, and for a moment she thought with considerable satisfaction of answering the note on her pigeon-blood paper. Then she remembered Mrs. Heaney's emphatic commendation of Mrs. Fairford, and her pen wavered. What if white paper were really newer than pigeon-blood? It might be more stylish, anyhow. Well, she didn't care if Mrs. Fairford didn't like red paper. She did. and she wasn't going to truckle to any woman who lived in a small house down beyond Park Avenue. Undine was fiercely independent, and yet passionately imitative. She wanted to surprise everyone by her dash and originality, but she could not help modeling herself on the last person she met,

Starting point is 00:24:17 and the confusion of ideals thus produced caused her much perturbation when she had to choose between two courses. She hesitated a moment longer, and then took from the drawer a plain sheet with the hotel address. It was amusing to write the note in her mother's name. She giggled as she formed the phrase, I shall be happy to permit my daughter to take dinner with you. Take dinner seemed more elegant than Mrs. Fairford's dine.

Starting point is 00:24:46 But when she came to the signature, she was met by a new difficulty. Mrs. Fairford had signed herself, Laura Fairford, just as one schoolgirl would write to another. But could this be a proper model for Mrs. Sprague? Undine could not tolerate the thought of her mother's abasing herself to a denizen of regions beyond Park Avenue, and she resolutely formed the signature. Sincerely, Mrs. Abner E. Sprague. Then uncertainty overcame her, and she rewrote her note and copied Mrs. Fairford's formula. Your sincerely, Leota B. Sprague.

Starting point is 00:25:24 But this struck her as an odd juxtaposition of formality. and freedom, and she made a third attempt. Yours with love, Leota B. Sprague. This, however, seemed excessive, as the ladies had never met, and after several other experiments, she finally decided on a compromise, and ended the note. Yours sincerely, Mrs. Leota B. Sprague. That might be conventional, Undine reflected, but it was certainly correct. This point settled, she flung open her door, calling imperiously down the passage, Celeste! and adding, as the French maid appeared, I want to look over all my dinner-dresses. Considering the extent of Miss Sprague's wardrobe, her dinner-dresses were not many. She had

Starting point is 00:26:13 ordered a number the year before, but vexed at her lack of use for them, had tossed them over impatiently to the maid. Since then, indeed, she and Mrs. Sprague had succumbed to the abstract pleasure of buying two or three more, simply because they were too exquisite and Undine looked too lovely in them. But she had grown tired of these also, tired of seeing them hang unworn in her wardrobe, like so many derisive points of interrogation. And now, as Celeste spread them out on the bed, they seemed disgustingly commonplace, and as familiar as if she had danced them to shreds. Nevertheless, she yielded to the maid's persuasions and tried them on. The first and second did not gain by prolonged inspection.

Starting point is 00:26:59 They looked old-fashioned already. It's something about the sleeves, Undine grumbled as she threw them aside. The third was certainly the prettiest, but then it was the one she had worn at the hotel dance the night before, and the impossibility of wearing it again within the week was too obvious for discussion. Yet she enjoyed looking at herself in it, for it reminded her of her sparkling passages with clawing, Walsingham Popple, and her quieter but more fruitful talk with his little friend, the young man whom she had hardly noticed. "'You can go, Celeste, I'll take off the dress myself,' she said.

Starting point is 00:27:37 And when Celeste had passed out, laden with discarded finery, Undine bolted her door, dragged the tall pier-glass forward, and rummaging in a drawer for fan and gloves, swept to a seat before the mirror, with the air of a lady arriving at an evening party. Celeste, before leaving, had drawn down the blinds and turned on the electric light, and the white and gold room with its blazing wall brackets formed a sufficiently brilliant background to carry out the illusion. So untempered a glare would have been destructive to all half-tones and subtleties of molding, but Undine's beauty was as vivid, and almost as crude, as the brightness of using it.

Starting point is 00:28:18 Her black brows, her reddish-tawny hair, and the pure red and white of her greek, complexion defied the searching decomposing radiance. She might have been some fabled creature whose home was in a beam of light. Undine, as a child, had taken but a lukewarm interest in the diversions of her playmates. Even in the early days when she had lived with her parents in a ragged outsk of apex, and hung on the fence with Indiana Frusk, the freckled daughter of the plumber across the way, she had cared little for dolls or skipping ropes, and still less for the riot as games in which the loud Indiana played Atalanta to all the boyhood of the quarter. Already Undine's chief delight was to dress up in her mother's Sunday skirt and play

Starting point is 00:29:03 lady before the wardrobe mirror. The taste had outlasted childhood, and she still practiced the same secret pantomime, gliding in, settling her skirts, swaying her fan, moving her lips in soundless talk and laughter. But lately she had shrunk from everything that reminded her of baffled social yearnings. Now, however, she could yield without afterthought to the joy of dramatizing her beauty. Within a few days she would be enacting the scene she was now mimicking, and it amused her to see in advance just what impression she would produce on Mrs. Fairford's guests. For a while she carried on her chat with an imaginary circle of admirers, twisting this way and that, fanning, fidgeting, twitching at her draperies, as she did in real

Starting point is 00:29:50 life when people were noticing her. Her incessant movements were not the result of shyness. She thought it the correct thing to be animated in society, and noise and restlessness were her only notion of vivacity. She therefore watched herself approvingly, admiring the light on her hair, the flash of teeth between her smiling lips, the pure shadows of her throat and shoulders as she passed from one attitude to another. Only one fact disturbed her. There was a hint of too much fullness in the curves of her neck and in the spring of her hips. She was tall enough to carry off a little extra weight, but excessive slimness was the fashion, and she shuddered at the thought that she might some day deviate from the perpendicular. Presently she ceased to twist and sparkle at

Starting point is 00:30:38 her image, and sinking into her chair, gave herself up to retrospection. She was vexed in looking back to think how little notice she had taken of young Marvell, who turned out to be so much less negligible than his brilliant friend. She remembered thinking him rather shy, less accustomed to society, and though in his quiet, deprecating way he had said one or two droll things, he lacked Mr. Popple's masterly manner, his domineering yet caressing address. When Mr. Popple had fixed his black eyes on Undine and murmured something artistic about the color of her hair, she had thrilled to the depths of her being. Even now it seemed incredible that he should not turn out to be more distinguished than young Marvell. He seemed so much more in the key of the world she read about

Starting point is 00:31:24 in the Sunday papers, the dazzling oriferous world of the Van Degans, the Driscolls, and their peers. She was roused by the sound in the hall of her mother's last words to Mrs. Heaney. Undine waited until their adios were over, then, opening her door, she seized the astonished messrs. Heney gazed in admiration at the luminous apparition, in whose hold she found herself. "'Mercy, Undine, you do look stunning. Are you trying on your dress for Mrs. Fairfords?' "'Yes. No, this is only an old thing.' The girl's eyes glittered under their black brows. "'Mrs. Heaney, you've got to tell me the truth. Are they as well as you said?' "'Who? The Fairfords and Marvelles? If they ain't swell enough for you, Undine's brag,

Starting point is 00:32:14 you'd better go right over to the Court of England.' Undine straightened herself. I want the best. Are they as well as the Driscolls and Van Degans?' Mrs. Heaney sounded a scornful laugh. "'Look at here now, you unbelieving girl. As sure as I'm standing here before you, I've seen Mrs. Harmon B. Driscoll of Fifth Avenue laying in her pink velvet bed with Honiton-laced sheets on it

Starting point is 00:32:39 and crying her eyes out because she couldn't get asked to one of Mrs. Paul Marvell's musicals. She'd never adrumpt of being asked to a dinner there. Not all of her money couldn't have bought her that, and she knows it." Undine stood for a moment with bright cheeks and parted lips. Then she flung her soft arms about the masseuse. "'Oh, Mrs. Heaney, you're lovely to me,' she breathed, her lips on Mrs. Heaney's rusty veil, while the latter, freeing herself with a good-natured laugh, said as she turned away,

Starting point is 00:33:11 "'Go steady, Undine, and you'll get anywheres.' "'Go steady, Undine.' Yes, that was the advice she needed. Sometimes, in her dark moods, she blamed her parents for not having given it to her. She was so young, and they had told her so little. As she looked back, she shuddered at some of her escapes. Even since they had come to New York, she had been on the verge of one or two perilous adventures, and there had been a moment during their first winter when she had actually engaged herself

Starting point is 00:33:42 to the handsome Austrian riding-master who accompanied her in the park. He had carelessly shown her a card-case with a coronet, and had confided in her that he had been forced to resign from a crack cavalry regiment for fighting a duel about a countess. And as a result of these confidences, she had pledged herself to him, and bestowed on him her pink pearl ring in exchange for one of twisted silver, which he said the countess had given him on her deathbed with the request that he should never take it off till he met a woman more beautiful than herself. Soon afterward, luckily, Undine had run across Mabel Lipscomb, whom she had known at a Middle Western boarding school as Mabel Blitch. Miss Blitch occupied a position of distinction as the only New York girl at the school, and for a time there had been a sharp rivalry for her favor between Undine and Indiana Frusk, whose parents had somehow contrived, for one term, to obtain her admission to the same establishment. In spite of Indiana's unscrupulous methods, and

Starting point is 00:34:43 of a certain violent way she had of capturing attention, the victory remained with Undine, whom Mabel pronounced more refined, and the discomfited Indiana, denouncing her schoolmates as a bunch of mushes, had disappeared forever from the scene of her defeat. Since then, Mabel had returned to New York and married a stockbroker, and Undine's first steps in social enlightenment dated from the day when she had met Mrs. Harry Lipscomb and been again taken under her wing. Harry Lipscomb had insisted on investigating the riding master's record, and had found that his real name was Aronson, and that he had left Crackow under a charge of swindling servant-girls

Starting point is 00:35:23 out of their savings. In the light of which discoveries, Undine noticed for the first time that his lips were too red and that his hair was pomaded. That was one of the episodes that sickened her as she looked back, and made her resolve once more to trust less to her impulses, especially in matter of giving away rings. In the interval, however, she felt that she had learned a great deal. Especially since, by Mabel Lipscomb's advice, the Sprags had moved to the Stentorian, where that lady was herself established. There was nothing of the monopolist about Mabel, and she lost no time in making Undine free of the Stentorian group and its affiliated branches, a society addicted to days, and linked together by membership in countless clubs, mundane, cultural,

Starting point is 00:36:10 or earnest. Mabel took Undine to the days and introduced her as a guest to the club meetings where she was supported by the presence of many other guests. My friend Miss Stager of Phalanx, Georgia. Or, if the lady were literary, simply, My friend, or a Prance Chettle of Nebraska. You know what Mrs. Chettle stands for.

Starting point is 00:36:33 Some of these reunions took place in the lofty hotels moored like a sonorously named fleet of battleships along the upper reaches of the west side, the Olympian, the incandescent, the Ormilu, while others, perhaps the more exclusive, were held in the equally lofty, but more romantically styled apartment houses, the Parthenon, the Tinturn Abbey, or the Lido. Undine's preference was for the worldly parties, at which games were played, and she returned home laden with prizes in Dutch silver, but she was duly impressed by the debating clubs, where ladies of local distinction addressed the company from an improvised platform.

Starting point is 00:37:12 Or the members argued on subjects of such imperishable interest as, What is charm? Or the problem novel? After which pink lemonade and rainbow sandwiches were consumed amid heated discussion of the ethical aspect of the question. It was all very novel and interesting, and at first Undine envied Mabel Lipscomb for having made herself a place in such circles, But in time she began to despise her for being content to remain there. For it did not take Undine long to learn that introduction to Mabel's set had brought her no nearer to Fifth Avenue.

Starting point is 00:37:49 Even in Apex, Undine's tender imagination had been nurtured on the feats and gestures of Fifth Avenue. She knew all of New York's golden aristocracy by name, and the lineaments of its most distinguished sioms had been made familiar by passionate pouring over the daily press. In Mabel's world she sought in vain for the originals, and only now and then caught a tantalizing glimpse of one of their familiars. As when Claude Walsingham Popple, engaged on the portrait of a lady whom the Lipscoms described as the wife of a steel magnate, felt at his duty to attend to one of his client's teas, where it became Mabel's privilege to make his acquaintance and to name to him her friend Miss Sprague. Unsuspected social gradations were thus revealed to the attentive

Starting point is 00:38:36 Vondine, but she was beginning to think that her sad proficiency had been acquired in vain when her hopes were revived by the appearance of Mr. Popple and his friend at the Stentorian dance. She thought she had learned enough to be safe from any risk of repeating the hideous Aronson mistake. Yet she now saw she had blundered again in distinguishing Claude Walsingham Popple while she almost snubbed his more retiring companion. It was all very puzzling, and her perplexity had been farther increased by Mrs. Heaney's tale of the great Mrs. Harmon B. Driscoll's despair. Hitherto, Undine had imagined that the Driscoll and Van Degan clans and their allies held undisputed suzerainty over New York society.

Starting point is 00:39:19 Mabel Lipscomb thought so too, and was given to bragging of her acquaintance with a Mrs. Spoff, who was merely a second cousin of Mrs. Harmon B. Driscolls. Yet here was she, Undine's Sprague of Apex, about to be interested in her husband. reduced into an inner circle to which Driscoll's and Van Degans had laid siege in vain. It was enough to make her feel a little dizzy with her triumph, to work her up into that state of perilous self-confidence in which all her worst follies had been committed. She stood up, and, going close to the glass, examined the reflection of her bright eyes and glowing cheeks.

Starting point is 00:39:54 This time her fears were superfluous. There were to be no more mistakes and no more follies now. She was going to know the right people at last. She was going to get what she wanted. As she stood there, smiling at her happy image, she heard her father's voice in the room beyond, and instantly began to tear off her dress, stripped the long gloves from her arms,

Starting point is 00:40:17 and unpin the rows in her hair. Tossing the fallen finery aside, she slipped on a dressing gown and opened the door into the drawing room. Mr. Sprague was standing near her mother, who sat in a drooping, attitude, her head sunk on her breast, as she did when she had had one of her turns. He looked up abruptly as Undine entered.

Starting point is 00:40:39 "'Father, has mother told you? Mrs. Fairford has asked me to dine. She's Mrs. Paul Marvell's daughter. Mrs. Marvell was a dagonet, and they're sweller than anybody. They won't know the Driscolls and Van Deegan's.' Mr. Sprague surveyed her with humorous fondness. "'That's so. What do they want to know you for?' I wonder. He jeered. Can't imagine, unless they think I'll introduce you. She jeered back in the same key, her arms around his stooping shoulders, her shining hair against his cheek.

Starting point is 00:41:13 Well, and are you going to? Have you accepted? He took up her joke as she held him pinioned, while Mrs. Sprague, behind them, stirred in her seat with a little moan. Undine threw back her head, plunging her eyes in his, and pressing so close to that to his tired elderly sight, her face was a mere bright blur. "'I want to awfully,' she declared. "'But I haven't got a single thing to wear.' Mrs. Sprague at this moaned more audibly.

Starting point is 00:41:46 "'And, Dean, I wouldn't ask Father to buy any more clothes right on top of those last bills.' "'I ain't on top of those last bills yet. I'm way down under them,' Mr. Sprague interrupted, raising his hands to imprison his daughter's slender wrists. Oh, well, if you want me to look like a scarecrow and not get asked again, I've got a dress that'll do perfectly, Undine threatened, in a tone between banter and vexation. Mr. Sprague held her away at arm's length, a smile drawing up the loose wrinkles about his eyes. Well, that kind of dress might come in mighty handy on some occasions, so I guess you

Starting point is 00:42:27 you'd better hold on to it for future use, and go and select another for this Fairford dinner, he said, and before he could finish, he was in her arms again, and she was smothering his last word in little cries and kisses. End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Though she would not for the world have owned it to her parents, Undine was disappointed in the Fairford dinner. The house to begin with was small and rather shabby. There was no gilding,

Starting point is 00:43:09 no lavish diffusion of light. The room they sat in after dinner with its green-shaded lamps making faint pools of brightness and its rows of books from floor to ceiling reminded Undine of the old circulating library at apex before the new marble-bred. building was put up. Then, instead of a gas log or a polished grate with electric bulbs behind ruby glass, there was an old-fashioned wood fire, like pictures of, back to the farm for Christmas. And when the logs fell forward, Mrs. Fairford or her brother had to jump up to push them in place, the ashes scattered over the hearth untidily. The dinner, too, was disappointing. Undine was too young to take note of culinary details, but she had expected to view the company

Starting point is 00:43:57 through a bower of orchids and eat pretty-colored entrees in ruffled papers. Instead, there was only a low center dish of ferns, and plain-roasted and broiled meat that one could recognize, as if they'd been dyspeptics on a diet. With all the hints in the Sunday papers, she thought it dull of Mrs. Fairford not to have picked up something newer, and as the evening progress, she began to suspect it wasn't a real dinner party, and that they had just asked her in to share what they had when they were alone. But a glance about the table convinced her that Mrs. Fairford could not have meant to treat her other guests so lightly. They were only eight in number, but one was no less a person than young Mrs. Peter Van Deegan, the one who had been a dagonet, and the consideration which this young lady,

Starting point is 00:44:45 herself one of the choicest ornaments of the society column, displayed toward the rest of the company, convinced Undine that they must be more important than they looked. She liked Mrs. Fairford, a small, incisive woman, with a big nose and good teeth revealed by frequent smiles. In her dowdy black and antiquated ornaments, she was not what Undine would have called stylish, but she had a droll, kind way which reminded the girl of her father's manner, when he was not tired or worried about money. one of the other ladies having white hair did not long arrest on Dean's attention and the fourth a girl like herself who was introduced as Miss Harriet Ray she dismissed at a glance as

Starting point is 00:45:27 plain and wearing last year's model the men too were less striking than she had hoped she had not expected much of Mr. Fairford since married men were intrinsically uninteresting and his baldness and gray mustache seemed naturally to relegate him to the background but she had looked for some brilliant youths of her own age. In her inmost heart she had looked for Mr. Popple. He was not there, however, and of the other men, one whom they called Mr. Bowen was hopelessly elderly. She supposed he was the husband of the white-haired lady, and the other two, who seemed to be friends of young Marvell's, were both lacking in Claude Walsingham's dash. Undine sat between Mr. Bowen

Starting point is 00:46:08 and young Marvell, who struck her as very sweet. It was her word for friendliness, but but even shyer than at the hotel dance. Yet she was not sure if he were shy, or if his quietness were only a new kind of self-possession, which expressed itself negatively instead of aggressively. Small, well-knit, fair, he sat stroking his slight blonde moustache and looking at her with kindly, almost tender eyes,

Starting point is 00:46:36 but he left it to his sister and the others to draw her out and fit her into the pattern. Mrs. Fairford talked so well that the girl wondered why Mrs. Heaney had found her lacking in conversation. But though Undine thought silent people awkward, she was not easily impressed by verbal fluency. All the ladies in Apex City were more voluble than Mrs. Fairford and had a larger vocabulary. The difference was that with Mrs. Fairford, conversation seemed to be a concert and not a solo. She kept drawing in the others, giving each a turn, beating time for them with her smile,

Starting point is 00:47:12 and somehow harmonizing and linking together what they said. She took particular pains to give Undine her due part in the performance, but the girl's expansive impulses were always balanced by odd reactions of mistrust, and tonight the latter prevailed. She meant to watch and listen without letting herself go, and she sat very straight and pink, answering promptly but briefly, with the nervous laugh that punctuated all her phrases, saying,

Starting point is 00:47:42 when her host asked her to try some grapes, and, I wouldn't wonder, when she thought anyone was trying to astonish her. This state of lucidity enabled her to take note of all that was being said. The talk ran on more general questions and less on people than she was used to, but though the allusions to pictures and books escaped her, she caught and stored up every personal reference, and the pink in her cheeks deepened at a random mention of Mr. Popple. "'Yes, he's doing me,' Mrs. Peter Van Degan was saying in her slightly drawling voice.

Starting point is 00:48:17 "'He's doing everybody this year, you know.' "'As if that were a reason.' Undine heard Mrs. Fairford breathe to Mr. Bowen, who replied at the same pitch, "'It's a Van Degan reason, isn't it?' To which Mrs. Fairford shrugged dissentingly. "'That delightful Popple! He paints so exactly as he taught.' The white-haired lady took it up. All his portraits seem to proclaim what a gentleman he is, and how he fascinates women. They're not pictures of Mrs. or Miss so-and-so, but simply of the

Starting point is 00:48:52 impression Popple thinks he's made on them. Mrs. Fairford smiled. I've sometimes thought, she mused, that Mr. Popple must be the only gentleman I know. At least he's the only man who has ever told me he was a gentleman, and Mr. Popple never fails to mention it. Undine's ear was too well attuned to the national note of irony for her not to perceive that her companions were making sport of the painter. She winced at their banter, as if it had been at her own expense, yet it gave her a dizzy sense of being at last in the very stronghold of fashion.

Starting point is 00:49:29 Her attention was diverted by hearing Mrs. Van Degen, under cover of a general laugh, say in a low tone to young Marvell, I thought you liked his things, or I'd be a good. I wouldn't have had him paint me." Something in her tone made all Undine's perceptions bristle, and she strained her ears for the answer. "'I think he'll do you capitally. You must let me come and see you some day soon.' Marvell's tone was always so light, so unemphasized, that she could not be sure of its being

Starting point is 00:50:00 as indifferent as it sounded. She looked down at the fruit on her plate, and shot a side-glance through her lashes at Mrs. Peter Van Degen. Mrs. Van Degen was neither beautiful nor imposing, just a dark, girlish-looking creature with plaintive eyes and a fidgety frequent laugh. But she was more elaborately dressed and jeweled than the other ladies, and her elegance and her restlessness made her seem less alien to Undine. She had turned on Marvell a gaze at once pleading and possessive, but whether betokening merely an inherited intimacy, Undine had noticed that they were all more or less cousins, or a more feeling, her observer was unable to decide. Just as the tone of the young man's reply might have

Starting point is 00:50:43 expressed the open avowal of good fellowship or the disguise of a different sentiment. All was blurred and puzzling to the girl in this world of half-lights, half-tones, eliminations and abbreviations, and she felt a violent longing to brush away the cobwebs and assert herself as the dominant figure of the scene. Yet in the drawing-room, with the ladies, where Mrs. Fair Fairford came and sat by her. The spirit of caution once more prevailed. She wanted to be noticed, but she dreaded to be patronized, and here again her hostess's gradations of tone were confusing. Mrs. Fairford made no tactless allusions to her being a newcomer in New York. There was nothing as bitter to the girl as that, but her questions as to what pictures had interested on Dean at the

Starting point is 00:51:30 various exhibitions of the moment, and which of the new books she had read, were almost as open to suspicion, since they had to be answered in the negative. Undine did not even know that there were any pictures to be seen, much less that people went to see them, and she had read no new book, but, when the kissing had to stop, of which Mrs. Fairford seemed not to have heard. On the theatre they were equally at odds, for while Undine had seen Ulaloo 14 times and was wild about Ned Norris and the soda-water fountain, she had not heard of the famous Berlin comedians who were performing Shakespeare at the German theatre, and knew only by name the clever American actress who was trying to give repertory plays with a good stock company. The conversation was

Starting point is 00:52:16 revived for a moment by her recalling that she had seen Sarah Bernhardt in a play she called Leglong, and another which she pronounced fade, but even this did not carry them far, as she had forgotten what both plays were about, and had found the actress a good deal older than she expected. Matters were not improved by the return of the men from the smoking-room. Henley Fairford replaced his wife at Undine's side, and since it was unheard of at apex for a married man to force his society on a young girl, she inferred that the others didn't care to talk to her, or that her host and hostess were in league to take her off their hands. This discovery resulted in her holding her vivid head very high, and answering, I couldn't really say, or, is that so?

Starting point is 00:53:03 to all Mr. Fairford's ventures. And as these were neither numerous nor striking, it was a relief to both when the rising of the elderly lady gave the signal for departure. In the hall, where young Marvell had managed to proceed her, Undine found Mrs. Van Degen putting on her cloak. As she gathered it about her, she laid her hand on Marvell's arm. "'Ralphie, dear, you'll come to the opera with me on Friday.

Starting point is 00:53:28 We'll dine together first. Peter's got a club dinner.' They exchanged what seemed a smile of intelligence, and Undine heard the young man accept. Then Mrs. Van Degen turned to her. "'Good-bye, Miss Sprague. I hope you'll come.' "'To dine with me, too?' "'That must be what she was going to say, and Undine's heart gave abound. "'To see me some afternoon,' Mrs. Van Degan ended, going down the steps to her motor,

Starting point is 00:53:58 at the door of which a much-furred footman waited with more furs on his arm. Undine's face burned as she turned to receive her cloak. When she had drawn it on with haughty deliberation, she found Marvell at her side, in hat and overcoat, and her heart gave a higher bound. He was going to escort her home, of course. This brilliant youth, she felt now that he was brilliant, who dined alone with married women,

Starting point is 00:54:24 whom the Van Degan set called Ralphie dear, had really no eyes for anyone but herself, and at the thought her lost self-complacency flowed back warm through her veins. The street was coated with ice, and she had a delicious moment descending the steps on Marvell's arm, and holding it fast while they waited for her cab to come up. But when he had helped her in, he closed the door, and held his hand out over the lowered window. "'Good-bye,' he said, smiling, and she could not help the break of pride in her voice, as she faltered out stupidly from the depths of her disillusionment. Oh, good-bye.

Starting point is 00:55:03 End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Father, you've got to take a box for me at the opera next Friday. From the tone of her voice, Undine's parents knew at once that she was nervous. They had counted a great deal. on the Fairford dinner as a means of tranquilization, and it was a blow to detect signs of the opposite result. When, late the next morning, their daughter came dawdling into the sodden's

Starting point is 00:55:41 splendor of the Stentorian breakfast room. The symptoms of Undine's nervousness were unmistakable to Mr. and Mrs. Sprague. They could read the approaching storm in the darkening of her eyes, from limpid gray to slate color, and in the way her straight black brows met above them, and the red curve of her lips narrowed to a parallel line below. Mr. Sprague, having finished the last course of his heterogeneous meal, was adjusting his gold eyeglasses for a glance at the paper, when Undine trailed down the sumptuous stuffy room, where coffee fumes hung perpetually under the emblazoned ceiling,

Starting point is 00:56:17 and the spongy carpet might have absorbed a year's crumbs without a sweeping. About them sat other pallid families, richly dressed, and silently eating their way through a bill of face, which seemed to have ransacked the globe for gastronomic incompatibilities, and in the middle of the room a knot of equally pallid waiters, engaged in languid conversation, turned their backs by common consent on the persons they were supposed to serve. Undine, who rose too late to share the family breakfast,

Starting point is 00:56:47 usually had her chocolate brought to her in bed by Celeste, after the manner described in the articles on, A Society Woman's Day, which were appearing in boudoir chat. Her mere appearance in the restaurant, therefore, prepared her parents for those symptoms of excessive tension, which a nearer inspection confirmed, and Mr. Sprague folded his paper and hooked his glasses to his waistcoat, with the air of a man who prefers to know the worst and have it over. "'An opera-box?' faltered Mrs. Sprag, pushing aside the bananas and cream, with which she'd been trying to tempt an appetite too languid for fried liver or crab mayonnaise. A parter box, Undine corrected, ignoring the exclamation, and continuing to address herself to her father.

Starting point is 00:57:36 Friday's the stylish night, and that new tenor's going to sing again in Cavalier. She condescended to explain. That's so. Mr. Sprague thrust his hands into his waistcoat pockets and began to tilt his chair, till he remembered there was no wall to meet it. He regained his balance and said, "'Wouldn't a couple of good orchestra seats, do you?' "'No, they wouldn't,' Undine answered with a darkening brow. He looked at her humorously. "'You've invited the whole dinner party, I suppose.'

Starting point is 00:58:10 "'No, no one.' "'Going all alone in a box?' She was disdainfully silent. "'I don't suppose that you're thinking of taking mother and me.' "'This was so obviously comic that they all laughed, even Mrs. Sprague, and Undine went on more mildly. "'I want to do something from Mabel Lipscomb. Make some return. She's always taking me round, and I've never done a thing for her, not a single thing.'

Starting point is 00:58:39 This appeal to the national belief in the duty of reciprocal treating could not fail of its effect, and Mrs. Sprague murmured, "'She never has, Abner?' But Mr. Sprague's brow remained unrelenting. "'Do you know what a box costs?' "'No, but I suppose you do.' Undine returned with unconscious flippancy. "'I do. That's the trouble. Why won't seats do you?'

Starting point is 00:59:07 "'Mabel could buy seats for herself.' "'That's so,' interpolated Mrs. Sprague, "'always the first to succumb to her daughter's arguments. "'Well, I guess I can't buy a box for her.' Undine's face gloomed more deeply. She sat silent, her chocolate thickening in the cup, while one hand, almost as much be ringed as her mother's, drummed on the crumpled tablecloth.

Starting point is 00:59:35 "'We might as well go straight back to apex,' she breathed at last between her teeth. Mrs. Sprague cast a frightened glance at her husband. These struggles between two resolute wills always brought on her palpitations, and she wished she had her file of Digitalis with her. A parterre box costs $125 a night, said Mr. Sprag, transferring a toothpick to his waistcoat pocket. I only want it once. He looked at her with a quizzical puckering of his crow's feet.

Starting point is 01:00:11 You only want most things once, Undine. It was an observation they had made in her earliest youth. Undy never wanted anything long, but she wanted it right off. And until she got it, the house was uninhabitable. "'I'd a good deal rather have a box for the season,' she rejoined, and he saw the opening he had given her. She had two ways of getting things out of him against his principles, the tender wheedling way, and the harsh-lipped and cold,

Starting point is 01:00:42 and he did not know which he dreaded most. As a child they had admired her assertiveness, had made Apex ring with their boasts of it. But it had long since cowed Mrs. Sprague, and it was beginning to frighten her husband. Fact is, Undy, he said weakening. I'm a little mite strapped just this month. Her eyes grew absent-minded,

Starting point is 01:01:08 as they always did when he alluded to business. That was man's province. And what did men go downtown for but to bring back the spoils to their women? She rose abruptly, leaving her parent seated, and said more to herself than the others. Think I'll go for a ride. Oh, Undine! Fluttered Mrs. Sprague. She always had palpitations when Undine rode,

Starting point is 01:01:34 and since the Aronson episode, her fears were not confined to what the horse might do. Why don't you take your mother out shopping a little? Mr. Sprague suggested, conscious of the limitations, of his resources. Undine made no answer, but swept down the room, and out of the door ahead of her mother, with scorn and anger in every line of her arrogant young back. Mrs. Sprague tattered meekly after her, and Mr. Sprague lounced out into the marble hall to buy a cigar before taking the subway to his office.

Starting point is 01:02:09 Undine went for a ride, not because she felt particularly disposed for the exercise, but because she wished to discipline her mother. She was almost sure she would get her opera box, but she did not see why she should have to struggle for her rights, and she was especially annoyed with Mrs. Sprague for seconding her so half-heartedly. If she and her mother did not hold together in such crises, she would have twice the work to do. Undine hated scenes. She was essentially peace-loving, and would have preferred to live on terms of unbroken harmony with her parents. But she could not help it if they were unreasonable. ever since she could remember there had been fusses about money, yet she and her mother had always got what they wanted, apparently without lasting detriment to the family fortunes.

Starting point is 01:02:57 It was therefore natural to conclude that there were ample funds to draw upon, and that Mr. Sprague's occasional resistances were merely due to an imperfect understanding of what constituted the necessities of life. When she returned from her ride, Mrs. Sprague received her as if she had come back from the dead. It was absurd, of course, but Undine was inured to the absurdity of parents. "'Has father telephoned?' was her first brief question. "'No, he hasn't yet.' Undine's lips tightened, but she proceeded deliberately with the removal of her habit. "'You'd think I'd asked him to buy me the opera house, the way he's acting over a single box,' She muttered, flinging aside her smartly fitting coat.

Starting point is 01:03:44 Mrs. Sprague received the flying garment and smoothed it out on the bed. Neither of the ladies could bear to have their maid about when they were at their toilet, and Mrs. Sprague had always performed these ancillary services for Undine. You know, Undy, Father hasn't always got the money in his pocket, and the bills have been pretty heavy lately. Father was a rich man for Apex, but that's different from being rich in New York, She stood before her daughter, looking down on her appealingly. Undine, who had seated herself while she detached her stock and waistcoat,

Starting point is 01:04:20 raised her head with an impatient jerk. "'Why on earth did we ever leave Apex, then?' she exclaimed. Mrs. Sprague's eyes usually dropped before her daughter's in Clement gaze, but on this occasion they held their own with a kind of awe-struck courage, till Undine's lid sank above her flushing cheeks. She sprang up, tugging at the waistband of her habit, while Mrs. Sprague, relapsing from temerity to meekness, hovered about her with obstructive zeal. "'If you'd only just let go of my skirt, mother, I can unhook it twice as quick myself.'

Starting point is 01:04:57 Mrs. Sprague back, understanding that her presence was no longer wanted. But on the threshold she paused, as if overruled by a stronger influence, and said with the last look at her daughter. "'You didn't meet anybody when you were out. Did you, Undy?' Undine's brows drew together. She was struggling with her long patent-leather boot. "'Meet anybody! Do you mean anybody I know? I don't know anybody. I never shall if father can't afford to let me go round with people.' The boot was off with a wrench, and she flung it violently across the old rose carpet, while Mrs. Sprague, turning away to hide.

Starting point is 01:05:38 a look of inexpressible relief, slipped discreetly from the room. The day wore on. Undine had meant to go down and tell Mabel Lipscomb about the Fairford dinner, but its after-taste was flat on her lips. What would it lead to? Nothing as far as she could see. Ralph Marvell had not even asked when he might call, and she was ashamed to confess to Mabel that he had not driven home with her.

Starting point is 01:06:04 Suddenly she decided that she would go out and see the pictures, of which Mrs. Fairford had spoken. Perhaps she might meet some of the people she had seen at dinner. From their talk one might have imagined that they spent their lives in picture galleries. The thought reanimated her, and she put on her handsomest furs, and a hat for which she had not yet dared to present the bill to her father. It was the fashionable hour in Fifth Avenue, but Undine knew none of the ladies who were bowing to each other from the interlocked motors.

Starting point is 01:06:33 She had to content herself with the gaze of admiration, which she left in her wake along the pavement. But she was used to the homage of the streets, and her vanity craved a choicer fare. When she reached the art gallery which Mrs. Fairford had named, she found it even more crowded than Fifth Avenue, and some of the ladies and gentlemen wedged before the pictures had the look which signified social consecration.

Starting point is 01:06:58 As Undine made her way among them, she was aware of attracting almost as much notice as in the street, and she flung herself into rapt attitudes before the canvases, scribbling notes in the catalogue, in imitation of a tall girl in sables, while ripples of self-consciousness played up and down her watchful back. Presently her attention was drawn to a lady in black, who was examining the pictures through a tortoise-shell eyeglass, adorned with diamonds, and hanging from a long pearl chain. Undine was instantly struck by the opportunities which this toy presented for graceful wrist movements, and supercilious turns of the head.

Starting point is 01:07:36 It seemed suddenly plebeian and promiscuous to look at the world with a naked eye, and all her floating desires were merged in the wish for a jeweled eyeglass and chain. So violent was this wish, that drawn on the wake of the owner of the eyeglass, she found herself inadvertently bumping against a stout, tight-coated young man, whose impact knocked her catalogue from her hand. As the young man picked the catalogue up and held it out to her, she noticed that his bulging eyes and queer retreating face were suffused with a glow of admiration. He was so unpleasant-looking that she would have resented his homage,

Starting point is 01:08:12 had not his odd physiognomy called up some vaguely agreeable association of ideas. Where had she seen before this grotesque, soryan head, with eyelids as thick as lips and lips as thick as earlobes? It fled before her down a perspective of innumerable newspaper portraits, all like the original before her, tightly coated, with a huge pearl transfixing a silken tie. "'Oh, thank you!' she murmured, all gleams and graces, while he stood, hat in hand, saying sociably,

Starting point is 01:08:45 "'The crowd simply awful, isn't it?' At the same moment the lady of the eyeglass drifted closer, and with a tap of her wand and a careless, "'Peter, look at this!' swept him to the other side of the gallery. Undine's heart was beating excitedly, for as he turned away, she had identified him. Peter Van Degen. Who could he be but young Peter Van Degen, the son of the great banker, Thurber Van Degen, the husband of Ralph Marbell's cousin, the hero of Sunday supplements,

Starting point is 01:09:16 the captor of blue ribbons at horse shows, of gold cups at motor races, the owner of winning racehorses and crack sloops, the supreme exponent, in short, of those crowning arts that made all life seem stale and unprofitable outside the magic ring of the society column. Undine smiled, as she recalled the look with which his pale protruding eyes had rested on her. It almost consoled her for his wife's indifference. When she reached home, she found that she could not remember anything about the pictures she had seen. There was no message from her father, and a reaction of disgust set in. of what good were such encounters if they were to have no sequel?

Starting point is 01:09:57 She would probably never meet Peter Van Degan again. Or if she did run across him in the same accidental way, she knew they could not continue their conversation without being introduced. What was the use of being beautiful and attracting attention if one were perpetually doomed to relapse again into the obscure mass of the uninvited? Her gloom was not lightened by finding Ralph Marvell's card on the drawing-room table. She thought it unflattering and, almost in polite of him to call without making an appointment.

Starting point is 01:10:26 It seemed to show that he did not wish to continue their acquaintance. But as she tossed the card aside, her mother said, He was real sorry not to see you. Undine, he sat here nearly an hour. Undine's attention was roused. Sat here? All alone? Didn't you tell him I was out? Yes, but he came up all the same.

Starting point is 01:10:49 He asked for me. Asked for you? The social order seemed to be falling in ruins at Undine's feet, a visitor who asked for a girl's mother. She stared at Mrs. Sprague with cold incredulity. What makes you think he did? Why, they told me so. I telephoned that you were out, and they said he'd asked for me. Mrs. Sprague let the fact speak for itself. It was too much out of the range of her experience to admit of even a hypothetical explanation.

Starting point is 01:11:21 Undine shrugged her shoulders. It was a mistake, of course. Why on earth did you let him come up? I thought maybe he had a message for you, Undy. This plea struck her daughter as not without weight. Well, did he? She asked, drawing out her hat-pins and tossing down her hat on the onyx table. Why no, he just conversed.

Starting point is 01:11:46 He was lovely to me, but I couldn't make out what he was after. Mrs. Sprague was obliged to own. Her daughter looked at her with a kind of chill commiseration. You never can, she murmured, turning away. She stretched herself out moodily on one of the pink and gold sofas and lay there brooding, an unread novel on her knee. Mrs. Sprague timidly slipped a cushion under her daughter's head and then dissembled herself behind the lace window curtains

Starting point is 01:12:16 and sat watching the lights spring out down the long street, and spread their glittering net across the park. It was one of Mrs. Sprague's chief occupations to watch the nightly lighting of New York. Undine lay silent, her hands clasped behind her head. She was plunged in one of the moods of bitter retrospection when all her past seemed like a long struggle for something she could not have, from a trip to Europe to an opera box,

Starting point is 01:12:45 and when she felt sure that, as the past had been so the future would be. And yet, as she had often told her parents, all she sought for was improvement. She honestly wanted the best. Her first struggle, after she had ceased to scream for candy or sulk for a new toy, had been to get away from apex in summer. Her summers, as she looked back on them, seemed to typify all that was dreariest and most exasperating in her life. The earliest had been spent in the yellow-frame cottage where she had hung on the fence, kicking her toes against the broken palings, and exchanging moist chewing-gum and half-eaten apples with Indiana frusk.

Starting point is 01:13:26 Later on, she had returned from her boarding school to the comparative gentility of summer vacations at the Mealy House, whither her parents, forsaking their squalid suburb, had moved in the first flush of their rising fortunes. The tessellated floors, the plush parlors, and organ-like radiators of the Mealy House, had, aside from their intrinsic elegance, the immense advantage of lifting the sprags high above the frusks, and making it possible for Undine, when she met Indiana in the street or at school, to chill her advances by a careless allusion to the splendors of hotel life. But even in such a setting, and in spite of the social superiority it implied, the long months of the Middle Western summer, fly-blown, torrid, exhaling stale orders, soon became as insufferable as

Starting point is 01:14:15 they had been in the little yellow house. At school, Undine met other girls whose parents took them to the Great Lakes for August. Some even went to California. Others, oh bliss, ineffable, went east. Pale and listless under the stifling boredom of the mealy-house routine, Undine secretly sucked lemons, nibbled slate pencils, and drank pints of bitter coffee to aggravate her look of ill health. And when she learned that even Indiana Frusk was to go on a month's visit to Buffalo, it needed no artificial aids to emphasize the ravages of envy. Her parents, alarmed by her appearance, were at last convinced of the necessity of change, and timidly, tentatively, they transferred themselves for a month to a staring hotel on a glaring lake. There, Undine enjoyed the

Starting point is 01:15:06 satisfaction of sending ironic postcards to Indiana, and discovering that she could more than hold her own against the youth and beauty of the other visitors. Then she made the acquaintance of a pretty woman from Richmond, whose husband, a mining engineer, had brought her west with him while he inspected the newly developed Eubal mines, and the southern visitor's dismay, her repugnances, her recoil from the faces, the food, the amusements, the general bareness and stridency of the scene, were a terrible initiation to Undine. There was something still better beyond, then. more luxurious, more exciting, more worthy of her. She once said to herself afterward that it was always her fate to find out just too late about the something beyond.

Starting point is 01:15:51 But in this case it was not too late. And obstinately, inflexibly, she set herself to the task of forcing her parents to take her east the next summer. Yielding to the inevitable, they suffered themselves to be impelled to a Virginia resort, where Undine had her first glimpse of more romantic possibilities, leafy moonlight rides and drives, picnics in the mountain glades, and an atmosphere of Christmas chromo sentimentality that tempered her hard edges a little,

Starting point is 01:16:20 and gave her glimpses of a more delicate kind of pleasure. But here again everything was spoiled by a peep through another door. Undine, after a first mustering of the other girls in the hotel, had as usual found herself easily first. till the arrival from Washington of Mr. and Mrs. Wincher and their daughter. Undine was much handsomer than Miss Wincher,

Starting point is 01:16:44 but she saw at a glance that she did not know how to use her beauty, as the other used her plainness. She was exasperated, too, by the discovery that Miss Wincher seemed not only unconscious of any possible rivalry between them, but actually unaware of her existence.

Starting point is 01:17:00 Listless, long-faced, supercilious, the young lady from Washington sat apart reading novels, or playing solitaire with her parents, as though the huge hotels' loud life of gossip and flirtation, were invisible and inaudible to her. Undine never even succeeded in catching her eye. She always lowered it to her book when the Apex Beauty trailed or rattled past her secluded corner. But one day an acquaintance of the Winchers turned up, a lady from Boston,

Starting point is 01:17:28 who had come to Virginia on a botanizing tour. And from scraps of Miss Winchers' conversation with the newcomer, Undine, straining her ears behind a column of the long veranda, obtained a new glimpse into the unimagined. The Winchers, it appeared, found themselves at Potash Springs, merely because a severe illness of Mrs. Winchers had made it impossible, at the last moment, to move her farther from Washington. They had let their house on the North Shore, and as soon as they could leave this dreadful hole, were going to Europe for the autumn. Miss Winchers simply didn't know how she got through the days, though no doubt it was as good as a rest cure after the rush of the winter. Of course they would have preferred to hire a house, but the whole, if one could believe it,

Starting point is 01:18:13 didn't offer one. So they had simply shot themselves off as best as they could from the hotel crew. Had her friend, Miss Wincher parenthetically asked, happened to notice the Sunday young men. They were queer even than the bells they came for, and had escaped the promiscuity of the dinner hour by turning one of their rooms into a dining-room and picnicking there. With the persimmin-house standards, one couldn't describe it in any other way. But luckily the awful place was doing Mama good, and now they had nearly served their term. Undine turned sick as she listened. Only the evening before she had gone on a buggy ride with a young gentleman from Deposit, a dentist's assistant, and had let him kiss her, and given him the flower from her hair.

Starting point is 01:18:59 She loathed the thought of him now. She loathed all the people about her, and most of all the disdainful Miss Wincher. It enraged her to think that the Winchers clasped her with the hotel crew, with the bells who awaited their Sunday young men. The place was forever blighted for her, and the next week she dragged her amazed but thankful parents back to Apex. But Miss Winchers' depreciatory talk had opened ampler vistas, and the pioneer bloods in Undine would not let her rest. She had heard the call of the Atlantic seaboard, and the next summer

Starting point is 01:19:35 found the Sprague at Scog Harbor, Maine. Even now, Undine felt a shiver of boredom, as she recalled it. That summer had been the worst of all. The bare wind-beaten in, all shingles without and blueberry pie within, was exclusive, parochial, Bostonian. And the Sprags wore through the interminable weeks in blank, unmitigated isolation. The incomprehensible part of it was that every other woman in the hotel was plain, dowdy, or elderly, and most of them all three. If there had been any competition on ordinary lines, Undine would have won, as Van Degin said, hands down. But there wasn't. The other guests simply formed a cold, impenetrable group, who walked, boated, played golf, and discussed Christian science and the subliminal, unaware of the tremor of the tremorough of the tremorough

Starting point is 01:20:26 organism drifting helplessly against their rock-bound circle. It was on the day the Sprague's left Skog Harbor that Undine vowed to herself with set lips. I'll never try anything again till I try New York. Now she had gained her point and tried New York, and so far it seemed with no better success. From small things to great, everything went against her. In such hours of self-searching she was ready enough to acknowledge her own mistakes. But they exasperated her less than the blunders of her parents. She was sure, for instance, that she was on what Mrs. Heaney called,

Starting point is 01:21:03 The Right tack at last. Yet just at the moment when her luck seemed about to turn, she was to be thwarted by her father's stupid obstinacy about that opera box. She lay brooding over these things till long after Mrs. Sprague had gone away to dress for dinner, and it was nearly eight o'clock when she heard her father's dragging tread in the hall. She kept her eyes fixed on her book when he entered the room and moved about behind her, laying aside his hat and overcoat. Then his steps came close, and a small parcel dropped on the pages of her book.

Starting point is 01:21:37 Oh, father! She sprang up, all the light, the novel on the floor, her fingers twitching for the tickets. But a substantial packet emerged like nothing she had ever seen. She looked at it, hoping, fearing. She beamed blissful interrogation on her father while his sallow smile continued to tantalize her. But then she closed on him with a rush, smothering his words against her hair. "'It's for more than one night! Why, it's for every other Friday! Oh, you darling! You darling!' she exulted.

Starting point is 01:22:14 Mr. Sprague, through the glittering meshes, feigned dismay. "'That's so! They must have given me the wrong!' Then, convicted by her radiant eyes as she swung round on him. I knew you only wanted it once for yourself, Undine, but I thought maybe off nights you'd like to send it to your friends. Mrs. Sprague, who from her doorway had assisted with moist eyes at this closing pleasantry, came forward as Undine hurried away to dress. Abner, can you really manage it all right?

Starting point is 01:22:47 He answered her with one of his awkward, brief caresses. Don't you fret about it? that, Leota. I'm bound to have her go round with these people, she knows. I want her to be with them all she can. A pause fell between them, while Mrs. Sprague looked anxiously into his fagged eyes. You seen Helmer again? No. Once was enough. He returned with a scow like Undines. Why, you said he couldn't come after her, Abner? No more he can. But what if she was to get nervous and lonesome and want to go after him. Mrs. Sprague shuddered away from the suggestion.

Starting point is 01:23:27 How'd he look? Just the same? She whispered. No. Spruced up. That's what scared me. It scared her, too, to the point of blanching her habitually lifeless cheek. She continued to scrutinize her husband, broodingly. You look fairly sick, Abner. You better let me get you some of those stomach drops right off. she proposed. But he parried this with his unfailing humor.

Starting point is 01:23:56 I guess I'm too sick to risk that. He passed his hand through her arm with the conjugal gesture familiar to Apex City. Come along down to dinner, mother. I guess Undine won't mind if I don't rig up tonight. End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 01:24:24 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. She had looked down at them enviously from the balcony. She had looked up at them reverentially from the stalls. But now at last she was on a line with them. Among them, she was part of the sacred semicircle, whose privilege it is between the acts to make the mere public forget that the curtain has fallen. As she swept to the left-hand seat of their crimson niche, waving Mabel Lipscomb to the opposite corner with a gesture learned during her appendixion, ship in the stalls, Undine felt that quickening of the faculties that comes in the high moments of life. Her consciousness seemed to take in at once the whole bright curve of the auditorium,

Starting point is 01:25:08 from the unbroken lines of spectators below her to the culminating blaze of the central chandelier, and she herself was the core of that vast illumination, the sentient throbbing surface, which gathered all the shafts of light into a center. It was almost a relief when a moment later the light sank, the curtain rose, and the focus of illumination was shifted. The music, the scenery, and the movement on the stage were like a rich mist tempering the radiance that shot on her from every side, and giving her time to subside, draw breath, adjust herself to this new clear medium, which made her feel so oddly brittle and transparent. When the curtain fell on the first act, she began to be aware of a subtle

Starting point is 01:25:53 change in the house. In all the boxes cross-currents of movement had set in. Groups were coalescing and breaking up, fans waving and heads twinkling, black coats emerging among white shoulders, late-comers dropping their furs and laces in the red penumbra of the background. Undine, for the moment unconscious of herself, swept the house with her opera glasses, searching for familiar faces. Some she knew without being able to name them. fixed figureheads of the social prow, others she recognized from their portraits in the papers, but of the few from whom she could herself claim recognition, not one was visible, and as she pursued her investigations, the whole scene grew blank and featureless.

Starting point is 01:26:40 Almost all the boxes were full now, but one just opposite tantalized her by its continued emptiness. How queer to have an opera box and not use it! What on earth could the people be doing, What rarer delight could they be tasting? Undine remembered that the numbers of the boxes and the names of their owners were given on the back of the program, and after a rapid computation, she turned to consult the list. Mondays and Fridays, Mrs. Peter Van Degen. That was it. The box was empty because Mrs. Van Degan was dining alone with Ralph Marvell.

Starting point is 01:27:17 Peter will be at one of his dinners. Undine had a sharp vision of the Van Degen dining. room, she pictured it as oak-carved and sumptuous with gilding, with a small table in the center, and rosy lights and flowers, and Ralph Marvell, across the hot-house grapes and champagne, leaning in to take a light from his hostess's cigarette. Undine had seen such scenes on the stage. She had come upon them in the glowing pages of fiction, and it seemed to her that every detail was before her now, from the glitter of jewels on Mrs. Van Degan's bare shoulders, to the way young Marvell stroked his slight blonde mustache while he smiled and listened.

Starting point is 01:27:59 Undine blushed with anger at her own simplicity in fancying that he had been taken by her, that she could ever really count among these happy, self-absorbed people. They all had their friends, their ties, their delightful crowding obligations. Why should they make room for an intruder in a circle so packed with the initiated? As her imagination developed the details of the scene in the Van Degen dining room, it became clear to her that fashionable society was horribly immoral, and that she could never really be happy in such a poisoned atmosphere. She remembered that an eminent divine was preaching a series of sermons against social corruption,

Starting point is 01:28:36 and she determined to go and hear him on the following Sunday. This train of thought was interrupted by the feeling that she was being intently observed from the neighbouring box. She turned around with a faint of speaking to Mrs. Lipscomb, and met the bulging stare of Peter Van Degen. He was standing behind the lady of the eyeglass, who had replaced her tortoise-shell implement by one of closely set brilliance, which at word from her companion she critically bent on Undine. "'No, I don't remember,' she said, and the girl reddened, divining herself unidentified after this protracted scrutiny. But there was no doubt as to young Van Degans remembering her. She was even conscious that he was trying to provoke in her some reciprocal sign of recognition,

Starting point is 01:29:21 and the attempt drove her to the haughty study of her program. "'Why, there's Mr. Popple over there!' exclaimed Mabel Lipscomb, making large signs across the house with fan and playbill. Undine had already become aware that Mabel, planted, blonde and brimming too near the edge of the box, was somehow out of scale and out of drawing. And the freedom of her demonstrations increased the effect of disproportion. No one else was wagging and waving in that way. A gestureless mute telegraphy seemed to pass between the other boxes.

Starting point is 01:29:57 Still, Undine could not help following Mrs. Lipscomb's glance, and there, in fact, was Claude Popple, taller and more dominant than ever, and bending easily over what she felt must be the back of a brilliant woman. He replied by a discreet salute to Mrs. Lipscomb's intemperant motions, and Undine saw the brilliant woman's opera-glass turn in their direction, and said to herself that in a moment Mr. Popple would be round. But the entract wore on, and no one turned the handle of their door, or disturbed the peaceful somnolence of Harry Lipscomb, who, not being, as he put it, onto Grand Opera, had abandoned the struggle and withdrawn to the seclusion of the inner box.

Starting point is 01:30:38 Undine jealously watched Mr. Popple's progress from box to box, from brilliant woman to brilliant woman. But just as it seemed about to carry him to their door, he reappeared at his original post across the house. Undy, do look! There's Mr. Marvell! Mabel began again, with another conspicuous outbreak of signaling. And this time Undine flushed to the nape as Mrs. Peter Van Degan appeared in the opposite box with Ralph Marvell behind her. The two seemed to be alone in the box, as they had doubtless been alone all the evening, and Undine furtively turned to see if Mr. Van Degen shared her disapproval. But Mr. Van Degen had disappeared, and Undine, leaning forward, nervously touched Mabel's arm.

Starting point is 01:31:23 What's the matter, Undine? Don't you see Mr. Marvell over there? Is that his sister he's with? No, I wouldn't beckon like that. Undine whispered between her teeth. Why not? Don't you want him to know you're here?' "'Yes, but the other people are not beckoning.' Mabel looked about unabashed. "'Perhaps they've all found each other, shall I sent Harry over to tell him?' She shouted above the blare of the wind instruments.

Starting point is 01:31:54 "'No,' gasped on Dean as the curtain rose. She was no longer capable of following the action on the stage. Two presences possessed her imagination, that of Ralph Marvell, small, unattainable, remote, and that of Mabel Lipscomb, nearby, immense, and irrepressible. It had become clear to Undine that Mabel Lipscomb was ridiculous. That was the reason why Popple did not come to the box. No one would care to be seen talking to her while Mabel was at her side. Mabel, monumental and molded, while the fashionable were flexible and diaphanous. Mabel strident and explicit, while they were subdued and elusive.

Starting point is 01:32:35 At the Stentorian she was the center of her group. Here she revealed herself as unknown and unknowing. Why she didn't even know that Mrs. Peter Van Degan was not Ralph Marvell's sister, and she had a way of trumpeting out her ignorances that jarred on Undine's subtler methods. It was precisely at this point that there dawned on Undine what was to be one of the guiding principles of her career. It's better to watch than to ask questions. The curtain fell again, and, and Undine's eyes flew back to the Van Degen box.

Starting point is 01:33:09 Several men were entering it together, and a moment later she saw Ralph Marvell rise from his seat and pass out. Half unconsciously she placed herself in such a way as to have an eye on the door of the box, but its handle remained unturned, and Harry Lipscomb, leaning back on the sofa, his head against the opera cloaks, continued to breathe stentorously through his open mouth and stretched his legs a little farther across the threshold. The Entract was nearly over when the door opened, and two gentlemen stumbled over Mr. Lipscomb's

Starting point is 01:33:40 legs. The foremost was Claude Walsingham Popple, and above his shoulders shone the Betrachean countenance of Peter Van Degen. A brief murmur from Mr. Popple made his companion known to the two ladies, and Mr. Van Deegan promptly seated himself behind Undine, relegating the painter to Mrs. Lipscomb's elbow. "'Queer go. I happen to see your friend there waving to old pop across the house. So I bolted over and collared him, told him he'd got to introduce me before he was a minute older. I tried to find out who you were the other day at the motor show. No, where was it?

Starting point is 01:34:15 Oh, those pictures at Goldmarks. What do you think of him, by the way? You ought to be painted yourself. No, I mean it, you know. You ought to get old pop to do you. He'd do your hair rippingly. You must let me come and talk to you about it. About the picture or your hair?

Starting point is 01:34:32 Well, your hair, if you don't mind. Where'd you say you were staying? Oh, you live here, do you? I say, that's first rate. Undine sat well forward, curving toward him a little, as she had seen the other women do, but holding back sufficiently to let it be visible to the house that she was conversing with no less a person than Mr. Peter Van Deegan. Mr. Popple's talk was certainly more brilliant and purposeful,

Starting point is 01:34:57 and she saw him cast longing glances at her from behind Mrs. Lipscomb's shoulder, but she remembered how lightly he'd been treated at the, the Fairford dinner, and she wanted, oh how she wanted, to have Ralph Marvell see her talking to Van Degen. She poured out her heart to him, improvising an opinion on the pictures and an opinion on the music, falling in gaily with his suggestion of a jolly little dinner some night soon at the Café Martin, and strengthening her position, as she thought, by an easy allusion to her acquaintance with Mrs. Van Degen. But at the word, her companion's eye clouded, and a shade of consternation. straint dimmed his enterprising smile.

Starting point is 01:35:37 My wife. Oh, she doesn't go to restaurants. She moves on too high a plane. But we'll get old pop and Mrs. Mrs. What'd you say your fat friend's name was? Just a select little crowd of four. And some kind of a cheerful show afterward.

Starting point is 01:35:55 Job, there's the curtain, and I must skip. As the door closed on him, Undine's cheeks burned with resentment. If Mrs. Van Degen didn't go to restaurants, why had he supposed that she would, and to have to drag Mabel in her wake? The lead-in sense of failure overcame her again. Here was the evening nearly over, and what had it led to? Looking up from the stalls, she had fancied that to sit in a box was to be in society. Now she saw it might but emphasize one's exclusion,

Starting point is 01:36:29 and she was burdened with the box for the rest of the season. It was really stupid of her father to have exceeded his instructions. Why had he not done as she told him? Undine felt helpless and tired. Hateful memories of Apex crowded back on her. Was it going to be as dreary here as there? She felt Lipscomb's loud whisper in her back. Say you girls, I guess I'll cut this and come back for you when the show busts up.

Starting point is 01:36:58 They heard him shuffle out of the box, and Mabel settled back to undisturbed and, enjoyment of the stage. When the last on-tracked began, Undine stood up, resolved to stay no longer. Mabel, lost in the study of the audience, had not noticed her movement, and as she passed alone into the back of the box, the door opened, and Ralph Marvell came in. Undine stood with one arm listlessly raised to detach her cloak from the wall. Her attitude showed the long slimness of her figure and the fresh curve of the throat below her bent back head. Her face was paler and softer than usual, and the eyes she rested on Marvell's face looked deep and starry under their fixed brows.

Starting point is 01:37:41 Oh, you're not going, he exclaimed. I thought she weren't coming, she answered simply. I waited till now on purpose to dodge your other visitors. She laughed with pleasure. Oh, we hadn't so many. Some intuition had already told her that frankness was the tone to take with him. They sat down together on the red damask sofa against the hanging cloaks. As Undine leaned back, her hair caught in the spangles of the rat behind her,

Starting point is 01:38:15 and she had to sit motionless while the young man freed the captive mesh. Then they settled themselves again, laughing a little at the incident. A glance had made the situation clear to Mrs. Lipscomb, and they saw her return to her wrapped inspection of the boxes. In their mirror hung recess, the light was subdued to a rosy dimness, and the hum of the audience came to them through half-drawn silken curtains. Undy noticed the delicacy and finish of her companion's features, as his head detached itself against the red silk walls.

Starting point is 01:38:48 The hand with which he stroked his small mustache was finally finished, too, but sinewy and not effeminate. She had always associated finish, and refinement entirely with her own sex, but she began to think they might be even more agreeable in a man. Marvale's eyes were gray, like her own, with chestnut eyebrows and darker lashes, and his skin was as clear as a woman's, but pleasantly reddish, like his hands. As he sat talking in a low tone, questioning her about the music, asking her what she had been doing since he had last seen her, she was aware that he looked at her less than usual, and she

Starting point is 01:39:27 also glanced away. But when she turned her eyes suddenly, they always met his gaze. His talk remained impersonal. She was a little disappointed that he did not compliment her on her dress or her hair. Undine was accustomed to hearing a great deal about her hair, and the episode of the Spangles had opened the way to a graceful illusion. But the instinct of sex told her that, under his quiet words, he was throbbing with the sense of her proximity. And his self-restraint sobered her, made her refrain from the flashing and fidgeting, which were the only way she knew of taking part in the immemorial love dance. She talked simply and frankly of herself, of her parents, of how few people they knew in New York, and of how, at times, she was almost sorry she had persuaded them to give up Apex.

Starting point is 01:40:16 You see, they did it entirely on my account. They're awfully lonesome here, and I don't believe I shall ever learn New York ways either. She confessed, turning on him the... eyes of youth and truthfulness. Of course I know a few people, but they're not, not the way I expected New York people to be. She risked what seemed an involuntary glance at Mabel. I've seen girls here tonight that I just long to know. They look so lovely and refined, but I don't suppose I ever shall. New York's not very friendly to strange girls, is it? I suppose you've got so many of your own already, and they're all so fascinating you don't care.

Starting point is 01:40:57 As she spoke she let her eyes rest on his, half-loughing, half wistful, and then dropped her lashes while the pink stole slowly up to them. When he left her, he asked if he might hope to find her at home the next day. The night was fine, and Marvell, having put his cousin into her motor, started to walk home to Washington Square. At the corner he was joined by Mr. Popple. Hello, Ralph, old man. Did you run across our Auburn beauty of the Stentorian?

Starting point is 01:41:28 Who'd have thought old Harry Lipscomb have put us onto anything as good as that? Peter Van Degan was fairly taken off his feet, pulled me out of Mrs. Monti Thurber's box and dragged me round by the collar to introduce him, planning a dinner at Martans already. Gad, young Peter must have what he wants when he wants it. I put in a word for you, told him you and I ought to be let in on the ground floor. Funny the luck some girls have about getting started. I believe this one will take if she can manage to shake the lipscoms.

Starting point is 01:41:58 I think I'll be asked to paint her. Might be a good thing for the spring show. She'd show up splendidly as a pendant to my Mrs. Van Degen, blonde and brunette, night and morning. Of course I prefer Mrs. Van Degan's type. Personally, I must have breeding, but as a mere bit of flesh and blood. Hello, ain't you coming into the club? Marvell was not coming into the club,

Starting point is 01:42:22 and he drew a long breath of relief as his companion. Canyon left him. Was it possible that he had ever thought leniently of the egregious Popple? The tone of social omniscience which he had found once so comic was now as offensive to him as a coarse physical touch. And the worst of it was that Popple, with the slight exaggeration of a caricature, really expressed the ideals of the world he frequented. As he spoke of Miss Sprague, so others at any rate would think of her.

Starting point is 01:42:52 Almost everyone in Ralph's set would agree that it was luck for a girl-fifel. from Apex to be started by Peter Van Degen at a Café Martin dinner. Ralph Marvell, mounting his grandfather's doorstep, looked up at the symmetrical old red housefront, with its frugal marble ornament, as he might have looked into a familiar human face. They're right. After all, in some ways they're right,

Starting point is 01:43:16 he murmured, slipping his key into the door. They, were his mother, and old Mr. Urban Dagonet, both from Ralph's earliest memories so closely identified with the old house in Washington Square that they might have passed for its inner consciousness, as it might have stood for their outward form. And the question as to which the house now seemed to affirm their intrinsic rightness was that of the social disintegration expressed by widely different architectural physiognomies at the other end of Fifth Avenue. As Ralph pushed the bolts behind him and passed into the hall, with its dark mahogany doors,

Starting point is 01:43:53 and the quiet Dutch interior effect of its black and white marble paving, he said to himself that what Poppo called society was really just like the houses it lived in, a muddle of misapplied ornament over a thin steel shell of utility. The steel shell was built up in Wall Street, the social trimmings were hastily added in Fifth Avenue, and the union between them was as monstrous and fictitious, as unlike the gradual homogeneous growth, which flowers into what other countries know as society, as that between the blois gargoyles on

Starting point is 01:44:27 Peter Van Deghan's roof and the skeleton walls supporting them. That was what they had always said. What, at least, the dagonet attitude, the dagonet view of life, the very lines of the furniture in the old dagonet house expressed. Ralph sometimes called his mother and grandfather the Aborigines, and likened them to those vanishing denizens of the American continent, doomed to rapid extinction with the advance of the invading race. He was fond of describing Washington Square as the reservation, and of prophesying that before long its inhabitants would be exhibited at ethnological shows, pathetically engaged

Starting point is 01:45:05 in the exercise of their primitive industries. Small, cautious, middle class, had been the ideals of Aboriginal New York, but it suddenly struck the young man that they were singularly coherent and respectable, as contrasted with the chaos of indiscriminate appetites, which made up its modern tendencies. He, too, had wanted to be modern, had revolted, half-humorously, against the restrictions and exclusions of the old code, and it must have been by one of the ironic reversions of heredity that at this precise point he began to see what there was to be said on the other side, his side, as he now felt it to be. End of Chapter 5.

Starting point is 01:45:54 Chapter 6 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Upstairs in his brown, firelit room, he threw himself into an armchair, and remembered. Harvard first, then Oxford, then a year of wandering and rich initiation. Returning to New York, he had read law, and now had his desk in the office of the respectable firm in whose charge the Dagenet estate had moldered for several generations. But his profession was the least real thing in his life. The realities lay about him now. The books jamming his old college bookcases and overflowing on chairs and tables.

Starting point is 01:46:41 Sketches, too. He could do charming things, if only he had known how to finish them. And on the writing table at his elbow, scattered sheets of prose and verse. charming things also, but like the sketches, unfinished. Nothing in the Dagonet and Marvell tradition was opposed to this desultory dabbling with life. For four or five generations it had been the rule of both houses that a young fellow should go to Columbia or Harvard, read law, and then lapse into more or less cultivated in action. The only essential was that he should live like a gentleman, that is, with a tranquil disdain for mere money-getting, a passive open, to the finer sensations, one or two fixed principles as to the quality of wine, and an archaic probity that had not yet learned to distinguish between private and business honor.

Starting point is 01:47:32 No equipment could more thoroughly have unfitted the modern youth for getting on. It hardly needed the scribbled pages on the desk to complete the hopelessness of Ralph Marvell's case. He had accepted the fact with a humorous fatalism. Material resources were limited on both sides of the house, but there would always be enough for his frugal wants, enough to buy books, not editions, and pay now and then for a holiday dash to the great centers of art and ideas. And meanwhile, there was the world of wonders within him. As a boy at the seaside, Ralph, between tides, had once come on a cave, a secret, inaccessible place with glaucus lights, mysterious murmurs, and a single shaft of communication with the sky. He had kept his find,

Starting point is 01:48:18 from the other boys, not churlishly, for he was always an outspoken lad, but because he felt there were things about the cave that the others, good fellows as they all were, couldn't be expected to understand, and that anyhow it would never be quite his cave again after he had let his thick-set, freckled cousins play smuggler and pirate in it. And so with his inner world, though so colored by outer impressions, it wove a secret curtain about him. and he came and went in it with the same joy of furtive possession. One day, of course, someone would discover it and rain there with him. No, rain over it, and him.

Starting point is 01:49:02 Once or twice already a light foot had reached the threshold. His cousin, Claire Dagenet, for instance. There had been a summer when her voice had sounded far down the windings. But he had run over to Spain for the autumn. And when he came back she was engaged to Peter Van Degen, and for a while it looked black in the cave. That was long ago, as time is reckoned under thirty, and for three years now he had felt for her only a half-contemptuous pity,

Starting point is 01:49:30 to have stood at the mouth of his cave, and have turned from it to the Van Degen lair. Poor Claire repented indeed. She wanted it clearly, but she repented in the Van Degen diamonds, and the Van Degen motor bore her broken heart from opera to ball. She had been subdued to what she worked in, and she could never again find her way to the enchanted cave. Ralph, since then, had reached the point of deciding that he would never marry. Reached it not suddenly or dramatically, but with such sober advisedness as he's urged on those about to take the opposite step.

Starting point is 01:50:08 What he most wanted, now that the first flutter of being was over, was to learn and to do, to know what the great people had thought, think about. their thinking, and then launch his own boat. Write some good verse if possible. If not, then critical prose. A dramatic poem lay among the stuff at his elbow, but the prose critic was at his elbow too, and not to be satisfied about the poem. And poet and critic passed the nights in hot, if unproductive, debate. On the whole, it seemed likely that the critic would win the day, and the essay on the rhythmical structures of Walt Whitman take shape before the banished God. Yet if the light in the cave was less supernaturally blue, the chant of its tides

Starting point is 01:50:54 less laden with unimaginable music, it was still a thronged and echoing place, when Undine Sprague appeared on its threshold. His mother and sister, of course, wanted him to marry. They had the usual theory that he was made for conjugal bliss. Women always thought that of a fellow who didn't get drunk and have low tastes. Ralph smiled at the idea as he sat crouched among his secret treasures. Mary. But whom, in the name of light and freedom? The daughters of his own race sold themselves to the invaders. The daughters of the invaders bought their husbands as they bought an opera box. It ought all to have been transacted on the stock exchange. His mother, he knew, had no such ambitions for him. She would have liked him to fancy a nice girl, like Harriet.

Starting point is 01:51:43 Ray. Harriet Ray was neither vulgar nor ambitious. She regarded Washington Square as the birthplace of society, knew by heart all the cousinships of early New York, hated motor cars, could not make herself understood on the telephone, and was determined, if she married, never to receive a divorced woman. As Mrs. Marvell often said, such girls as Harriet were growing rare. Ralph was not sure about this. He was inclined to think that, certain modifications allowed for, there would always be plenty of Harriet Rays for unworldly mothers to commend to their sons, and he had no desire to diminish their number by removing one from the ranks of the marriageable.

Starting point is 01:52:24 He had no desire to marry at all. That had been the whole truth of it, till he met Undine Sprague. And now? He lit a cigar, and began to recall his hour's conversation with Mrs. Spray. rag. Ralph had never taken his mother's social faiths very seriously. Surveying the march of civilization from a loftier angle, he had early mingled with the invaders, and curiously observed their rights and customs. But most of those he had met already had been modified by contact with the indigenous. They spoke the same language as his, though on their lips it had so often a different

Starting point is 01:53:00 meaning. Ralph had never actually seen them in the making before they had acquired the speech of the conquered race. But Mrs. Sprague still used the dialect of her people, and before the end of the visit Ralph had ceased to regret that her daughter was out. He felt obscurely that in the girl's presence, frank and simple as he thought her, he should have learned less of life in early apex. Mrs. Sprague, once reconciled, or at least resigned, to the mysterious necessity of having to entertain a friend of Undeans, had yielded to the first touch on the weak springs of her garrulity. She had not seen Mrs. Heaney for two days, and this friendly young man with the gentle manner was almost as easy to talk to as the masseuse. And then she could tell him things that Mrs. Heaney

Starting point is 01:53:45 already knew, and Mrs. Sprague liked to repeat her stories. To do so gave her almost her sole sense of permanence among the shifting scenes of life. So that, after she had lengthily deplored the untoward accident von Dien's absence, and her visitor with a smile, and echoes of Diver and Andouillon in his brief. brain had repeated her daughter's name after her, saying, It's a wonderful find. How could you tell it would be such a fit? It came to her quite easily to answer, Why, we called her after a hair-waver, father put on the market the week she was born.

Starting point is 01:54:23 And then to explain, as he remained struck and silent, It's from undule, you know, the French for crimping. Father always thought the name made it take. He was quite a scholar. and had the greatest knack for finding names. I remember the time he invented his Goliath glue, he sat up all night over the Bible to get the name. No, Father didn't start in as a druggist.

Starting point is 01:54:48 She went on, expanding with the signs of Marvell's interest. He was educated for an undertaker and built up a first-class business, but he was always a beautiful speaker, and after a while he sort of drifted into the ministry. Of course it didn't pay him anything like as well, So he finally opened a drugstore, and he did first rate at that too, though his heart was always in the pulpit. But after he made such a success with his hair waiver, he got speculating in land out at apex, and somehow everything went, though Mr. Sprague did all he could. Mrs. Sprague, when she found herself embarked on a long sentence, always ballasted it by italicizing the last word.

Starting point is 01:55:32 Her husband, she continued, could not at the time do much. for his father-in-law. Mr. Sprague had come to Apex as a poor boy, and their early married life had been a protracted struggle, darkened by domestic affliction. Two of their three children had died of typhoid in the epidemic which devastated Apex before the new waterworks were built, and this calamity, by causing Mr. Sprague to resolve that thereafter Apex should drink pure water, had led directly to the founding of his fortunes. He had taken over some of poor father's land for a bad debt, And when he got up the pure water move, the company voted to buy the land and build the new reservoir up there.

Starting point is 01:56:11 And after that we began to be better off. And it did seem as if it had come out so to comfort us some about the children. Mr. Sprague, thereafter, had begun to be a power in Apex, and Fat Years had followed on the lean. Ralph Marvell was too little versed in affairs to read between the lines of Mrs. Sprague's untutored narrative, and he understood no more than she, the occult connection between Mr. Sprague's domestic misfortunes and his business triumph. Mr. Sprague had helped out his ruined father-in-law, and had vowed on his children's graves that no Apex child should ever again

Starting point is 01:56:46 drink poisoned water, and out of those two disinterested impulses, by some impressive law of compensation, material prosperity had come. What Ralph understood and appreciated was Mrs. Sprague's unaffected frankness in talking of her early life. Here was no retrospective pretense of an opulent past, such as the other invaders were given to parading before the bland but undeceived subject race. The Spragues had been plain people, and had not yet learned to be ashamed of it. The fact drew them much closer to the Dagonet ideals than any sham elegance in the past tense. Ralph felt that his mother, who shuddered away from Mrs. Harmon B. Driscoll, would understand and esteem Mrs. Sprague. But how long would their virgin innocence last?

Starting point is 01:57:33 People's vulgar hands were on it already. Popples, and the unspeakable Van Degans. Once they and theirs had begun the process of initiating Undine, there was no knowing, or rather there was too easy knowing, how it would end. It was incredible that she too should be destined to swell the ranks of the cheaply fashionable, yet were not her very freshness, her malleability the mark of her fate? She was still at the age when the flexible soul offers itself to the first grasp.

Starting point is 01:58:05 That the grasp should chance to be Van Degans. That was what made Ralph's temples buzz and swept away all his plans for his own future, like a beaver's dam and a spring flood. To save her from Van Degen, and Van Degenism. Was that really to be his mission? The call for which his life had obscurely waited? It was not at the least what he had meant to do

Starting point is 01:58:29 with the fugitive flash of consciousness he called self, but all that he had purposed for that transitory being sank into insignificance under the pressure of Undine's claims. Ralph Marvell's notion of women had been formed on the experiences common to good-looking young men of his kind. Women were drawn to him as much by his winning, appealing quality, by the sense of a youthful warmth behind his light ironic exterior as by his charms of face and mind. Except during Claire Dagenet's brief reign, the depths in him had not been stirred. But in taking what each sentimental episode had to give, he had preserved, through all his minor adventures, his faith in the great adventure to come. It was this faith that made him so easy a victim, when love had at last appeared in the attributes

Starting point is 01:59:18 of romance, the imaginative man's indestructible dream of a rounded passion. The clearness with which he judged the girl and himself seemed the surest proof that his feeling was more than a surface thrill. He was not blind to her crudity and her limitations, but they were a part of her grace and her persuasion. Diverse, et anduoyante. So he had seen her from the first. But was not that merely the sign of a quicker response to the world's manifold appeal? There was Harriet Ray, sealed up tight in the vacuum of inherited opinion, where not a breath of fresh sensation could get at her. There could be no call to rescue young ladies so secured from the perils of reality.

Starting point is 02:00:04 Undine had no such traditional safeguards. Ralph guessed Mrs. Sprague's opinions to be as fluid as her daughters, and the girl's very sensitiveness to new impressions, combined with her obvious lack of any sense of relative values, would make her an easy prey to the powers of folly. He seemed to see her, as he sat there, pressing his fists into his temples. He seemed to see her like a lovely rock-bound Andromeda, with the devouring monster society careering up to make a mouthful of her, and himself whirling down on his winged horse, just Pegasus turned Rosinante for the Nantes, to cut her bonds, snatch her up, and whirl her back into the blue. End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7 of The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 02:01:00 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Some two months later than the date of young Marvell's midnight vigil, Mrs. Heaney, seated on a low chair at Undine's knee, gave the girl's left hand an approving pat as she laid aside her lap full of polisher's. There, I guess you can put your ring on again, she said with a laugh of jovial significance, and Undine, echoing the laugh in a murmur of complacency, slipped on the fourth finger of her recovered hand, a band of sapphires in an intricate setting. Mrs. Heaney took up the hand again.

Starting point is 02:01:37 Them's old stones on Dean. They've got a different look, she said, examining the ring while she rubbed her cushioned palm over the girl's brilliant fingertips. And the setting's quaint. I wouldn't wonder, but it was one of old Grandma Dagonet's. Mrs. Sprague, hovering near in fond beatitude, looked up quickly. Why, don't you suppose he bought it for her, Mrs. Heaney? It can't came in a Tiffany box?" The manicure laughed again. Of course he's had Tiffany's rub it up. Ain't you ever heard of ancestral jewels, Mrs. Sprag?

Starting point is 02:02:13 In the European aristocracy, they never go out and buy engagement rings, and Undine's marrying into our aristocracy. Mrs. Sprague looked relieved. Oh, I thought maybe they were trying to scrimp on the ring. Mrs. Heaney, shrugging away this explanation, rose from her seat and rolled back her shiny black sleeves. Look here, Undine. If you really want me to do your hair, it's time we got to work. The girl swung about in her seat so that she faced the mirror on the dressing table.

Starting point is 02:02:47 Her shoulders shone through transparencies of lace and muslin, which slipped back as she lifted her arms to draw the tortoise shell pins from her hair. Of course you've got to do it. I want to look perfectly lovely. Well, I don't know it was my hands in nowadays. said Mrs. Heaney in a tone that belied the doubt she cast on her own ability. Oh, you're an artist, Mrs. Heaney, and I just couldn't have had that French maid round tonight, sighed Mrs. Sprague, sinking into a chair near the dressing table. Undine, with a backward toss of her head, scattered her loose locks about her.

Starting point is 02:03:26 As they spread and sparkled under Mrs. Heaney's touch, Mrs. Sprague leaned back, drinking in through half-closed lids her daughter's loveliness. Some new quality seemed added to Undine's beauty. It had a milder bloom, a kind of melting grace, which might have been lent to it by the moisture in her mother's eyes. So, you're to see the old gentleman for the first time at this dinner? Mrs. Heaney pursued, sweeping the live strands up into a loosely woven crown. Yes, I'm frightened to death.

Starting point is 02:03:59 Undine, laughing confidently, took up a handglass and scrutinized the small brown mole above the curve of her upper lip. I guess she'll know how to talk to him, Mrs. Sprague averred, with a kind of quavering triumph. She'll know how to look at him anyhow, said Mrs. Heaney, and Undine smiled at her own image. I hope he won't think I'm too awful. Mrs. Heaney laughed. Did you read the description of yourself in the radiator this morning? I wished I'd have had a time to cut it out. I guess I'll have to start a separate bag for your clipping soon. Undine stretched her arms luxuriously above her head and gazed through lowered lids at the foreshortened reflection of her face.

Starting point is 02:04:42 Mercy, don't jerk about like that. Am I to put in this rose? There. You are lovely, Mrs. Heaney sighed, as the pink petals sank into the hair above the girl's forehead. Undine pushed her chair back and sat supporting her chin. on her clasped hands while she studied the result of Mrs. Heaney's manipulations. Yes, that's the way Mrs. Peter Van Deegan's flower was put in the other night. Only hers was a chamelea.

Starting point is 02:05:11 Do you think I'd look better with a chamelea? I guess if Mrs. Van Deegan looked like a rose, she'd a worn a rose. Mrs. Heaney rejoined poetically. Sit still a minute longer, she added. Your hair's so heavy I'd feel easier if I was to put in another pin. Undine remained motionless, and the manicure, suddenly laying both hands on the girl's shoulders and bending over to peer at her reflection, said playfully, "'Ever been engaged before, Andine?'

Starting point is 02:05:42 A blush rose to the face in the mirror, spreading from chin to brow, and running rosily over the white shoulders from which their covering had slipped down. "'My, if he could see you now,' Mrs. Heaney justed. Mrs. Sprague, rising noiselessly, glided across the room and became lost in a minute examination of the dress laid out on the bed. With a supple twist, Undine slipped from Mrs. Heaney's hold. Engaged? Mercy, yes. Didn't you know? To the Prince of Wales. I broke it off because I wouldn't live in the tower. Mrs. Sprague, lifting the dress cautiously over her arm, advanced with a reassured smile. "'I suppose Undy'll go to Europe now,' she said to Mrs. Heaney.

Starting point is 02:06:29 "'I guess Undy will,' the young lady herself declared. "'We're going to sail right afterward. "'Here, Mother, do be careful of my hair!' She ducked gracefully to slip into the lacy fabric, which her mother held above her head. As she rose Venus-like above its folds, there was a tap on the door, immediately followed by its tentative opening. "'Mabel,' Undine muttered, her brows lowering like her father's, and Mrs. Sprague, wheeling about to screen her daughter, addressed herself protestingly to the

Starting point is 02:07:02 half-open door. "'Who's there? Oh, is that you, Mrs. Lipscomb? Well, I don't know as you can. Undy isn't half-dressed yet.' "'Just like her, always pushing in,' Undine murmured, as she slipped her arms into their transparent sleeves. Oh, that don't matter. I'll help dress her. Mrs. Lipscomb's large, blonde person surged across the threshold.

Starting point is 02:07:28 Seems to me I ought to lend a hand tonight, considering I was the one that introduced them. Undine forced a smile, but Mrs. Sprague, her soft wrinkles deepening with resentment, muttered to Mrs. Heaney, as she bent down to shake out the girl's train. I guess my daughter's only got to show herself. The first meeting with old Mr. Dagonet was less formidable than Undine had expected. She had been once before to the House in Washington Square, when with her mother she'd returned Mrs. Marvell's ceremonial visit. But on that occasion Ralph's grandfather had not been present.

Starting point is 02:08:03 All the rights connected with her engagement were new and mysterious to Undine, and none more so than the unaccountable necessity of dragging, as she phrased it, Mrs. Sprague into the affair. It was an accepted article of the Apex Creed that parental detachment should be completest at the moment when the filial fate was decided, and to find that New York reversed this rule was as puzzling to Undine as to her mother. Mrs. Sprague was so unprepared for the part she was to play that on the occasion of her visit to Mrs. Marvell, her helplessness had infected Undine, and their half-hour in the sober faded drawing-room remained among the girl's most unsatisfactory memories. She re-entered it alone with more assurance. Her confidence in her beauty had hitherto carried her through every ordeal, and it was fortified now by the feeling of power that came with the sense of being loved. If they would only leave her mother out, she was sure in her own phrase of being able to run the thing,

Starting point is 02:09:01 and Mrs. Sprague had providentially been left out of the Dagonet dinner. It was to consist, it appeared, only of the small family group Undine had already met, and seated at old Mr. Dagonet's right, in the high, dark dining-room with mahogany doors, and dim portraits of signers in their females, she felt a conscious joy in her ascendancy. Old Mr. Dagonet, small, frail, and softly sardonic, appeared to fall at once under her spell. If she felt, beneath his amenity, a kind of delicate dangerousness, like that of some fine surgical instrument, she ignored it as unimportant,

Starting point is 02:09:38 for she had as yet no clear perception of forces that did not directly affect her. Mrs. Marvell, low-voiced, faded, yet impressive, was less responsive to her arts, and Undine divined in her the head of the opposition to Ralph's marriage. Mrs. Heaney had reported that Mrs. Marvell had other views for her son, and this was confirmed by such echoes of the short, sharp struggle as reached the throbbing listeners at the Stentorian. But the conflict over, the air had immediately cleared, showing the enemy in the act of unconditional surrender. It surprised Undine that there had been no reprisals,

Starting point is 02:10:17 no return on the points conceded. That was not her idea of warfare, and she could describe the completeness of the victory only to the effect of her charms. Mrs. Marvell's manner did not express entire subjugation, yet she seemed anxious to dispel any doubts of her good faith, and if she left the burden of the talk to her lively daughter, it might have been because she felt more capable of showing indulgence by her silence than in her speech.

Starting point is 02:10:45 As for Mrs. Fairford, she had never seemed more brilliantly bent on fusing the various elements under her hand. Undine had already discovered that she adored her brother, and had guessed that this would make her either a strong ally or a determined enemy. The latter alternative, however, did not alarm the girl. She thought Mrs. Fairford bright and wanted to be liked by her. and she was in the state of dizzy self-assurance when it seemed easy to win any sympathy she chose to seek. For the only other guests, Mrs. Fairford's husband, and the elderly Charles Bowen, who seemed to be her special friend, Undine had no attention to spare. They remained on a plane with the dim pictures hanging at her back. She had expected a larger party, but she was relieved on the whole that it was small enough to permit of her dominating it.

Starting point is 02:11:35 not that she wished to do so by any loudness of assertion. Her quickness in noting external differences had already taught her to modulate and lower her voice, and to replace, The idea! And I wouldn't wonder. By more polished locutions. And she had not been ten minutes at table,

Starting point is 02:11:55 before she found that to seem very much in love, and a little confused and subdued by the newness and intensity of the sentiment, was to the dagonet mind, the becoming attitude for a young lady in her situation. The part was not hard to play, for she was in love, of course. It was pleasant when she looked across the table to meet Ralph's gray eyes, with that new look in them, and to feel that she had kindled it. But it was only part of her larger pleasure in the general homage to her beauty,

Starting point is 02:12:25 in the sensations of interest and curiosity excited by everything about her, from the family portraits overhead to the old Dagonet Silver on the table. which were to be hers, too, after all. The talk, as at Mrs. Fairfords, confused her by its lack of the personal illusion, its tendency to turn to books, pictures, and politics. Politics, to Undine, had always been a kind of back kitchen to business, the place where the refuse was thrown, and the doubtful messes were brewed. As a drawing-room topic and one to provoke disinterested sentiments,

Starting point is 02:12:59 it had the hollowness of Fourth of July orations, and her mind wandered, in spite of the desire to appear informed and competent. Old Mr. Dagonet, with his reedy staccato voice that gave polish and relief to every syllable, tried to come to her aid by questioning her affably about her family and the friends she had made in New York. But the Carriottid parent, who exists simply as a filial prop, is not a fruitful theme. And Undine, called on for the first time to view her own progenitors as a subject of conversation, was struck by their lack of points. She had never paused to consider what her father and mother were interested in, and, challenged to specify, could have named, with sincerity, only herself.

Starting point is 02:13:43 On the subject of her New York friends, it was not much easier to enlarge, for so far her circle had grown less rapidly than she expected. She had fancied Ralph's wooing would at once admit her to all his social privileges, but he had shown a puzzling reluctance to introduce her to the Van Degen set, where he came and went with such familiarity, And the persons he seemed anxious to have her know, a few frumpy, clever women of his sister's age, and one or two brisk old ladies and shabby houses with mahogany furniture and steward portraits, did not offer the opportunities she sought. Oh, I don't know many people yet. I tell Ralph he's got to hurry up and take me round, she said to Mr. Dagonet, with a side sparkle for Ralph, whose gaze between the flowers and lights she was aware of perpetually drawing.

Starting point is 02:14:30 "'My daughter will take you. You must know his mother's friends.' The old gentleman rejoined, while Mrs. Marvell smiled noncommittally. "'But you have a great friend of your own, the lady who takes you into society,' Mr. Dagonet pursued, and Undine had the sense that the irrepressible Mabel was again pushing in. "'Oh, yes, Mabel Lipscomb. We were schoolmates,' she said indifferently. Lipscomb. Lipscomb. What is Mr. Lipscomb's occupation? He's a broker, said Andean, glad to be able to place her friend's husband in so handsome a light. The subtleties of professional classification unknown to Apex had already taught her that in New York

Starting point is 02:15:18 it is more distinguished to be a broker than a dentist, and she was surprised at Mr. Dagenet's lack of enthusiasm. Ah, a broker. He said it almost, as Popple might have said, a dentist. And Dundeen found herself astray in a new labyrinth of social distinctions. She felt a sudden contempt for Harry Lipscomb, who had already struck her as too loud, and irrelevantly comic. I guess Mabel will get a divorce pretty soon, she added, desiring for personal reasons, to present Mrs. Lipscomb as favorably as possible. Mr. Dagonet's handsome eyebrows two together. A divorce?

Starting point is 02:15:58 Hmm, that's bad. Has he been misbehaving himself? Undine looked innocently surprised. Oh, I guess not. They like each other well enough, but he's been a disappointment to her. He isn't in the right set. And I think Mabel realizes she'll never really get anywhere till she gets rid of him. These words, uttered in the high fluting tone that she rose to when sure of her subject, fell on a pause which prolonged and deepened itself to receive them. While every face at the table, Ralph Marvell's accepted, reflected in varying degree Mr. Dagonet's pained astonishment.

Starting point is 02:16:36 But, my dear young lady, what would your friend's situation be if, as you put it, she got rid of her husband on so trivial a pretext? Undine, surprised at his dullness, tried to explain. Oh, that wouldn't be the gris and greeze. given, of course. Any lawyer could fix it up for them. Don't they generally call it desertion? There was another more palpitating silence, broken by a laugh from Ralph. Ralph, his mother breathed. Then turning to Undine, she said with a constrained smile, I believe in certain parts of the country such unfortunate arrangements are beginning to be tolerated.

Starting point is 02:17:21 but in New York, in spite of our growing indifference, a divorced woman is still, thank heaven, at a decided disadvantage. Undine's eyes opened wide. Here at last was a topic that really interested her, and one that gave another amazing glimpse into the camera obscura of New York society. Do you mean to say Mabel would be worse off then? Couldn't she even go round as much as she does now? Mrs. Marvell met this gravely. It would depend, I should say, on the kind of people she wished to see. Oh, the very best, of course. That would be her only object. Ralph interposed with another laugh. You see, Undine, you'd better think twice before you divorce me.

Starting point is 02:18:10 Ralph! His mother again breathed. But the girl, flushed and sparkling, flung back. Oh, it all depends on you. Out in apex, if a girl marries a man who don't come. up to what she expected, people consider it's to her credit to want to change. You'd better think twice of that." "'If I were only sure of knowing what you expect,' he caught up her joke, tossing it back at her across the fascinated silence of their listeners. "'Why, everything,' she announced, and Mr. Dagonet, turning, laid an intricately veined old

Starting point is 02:18:45 hand on hers, and said, with a change of tone that relaxed the tension of the listeners. My child, if you look like that, you'll get it. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. It was doubtless owing to Mrs. Fairford's foresight that such possibilities of tension were curtailed after dinner by her carrying off Ralph and his betrothed to the theatre. Mr. Dagenet, it was understood, always went to bed after an hour's whist with his daughter,

Starting point is 02:19:29 and the silent Mr. Fairford gave his evenings to bridge at his club. The party, therefore, consisted only of Undine and Ralph, with Mrs. Fairford and her attendant friend. Undine vaguely wondered why the grave and grey-haired Mr. Bowen formed so invariable a part of that lady's train, but she concluded that it was the York custom for married ladies to have gentlemen round, as girls had an apex, and that Mr. Bowen was the sole survivor of Laura Fairford's earlier triumphs. She had, however, little time to give to such conjectures, for the performance they were attending, the debut of a fashionable London actress, had attracted a large audience, in which Undine immediately recognized a number of familiar faces. Her engagement had been announced only the day before,

Starting point is 02:20:16 and she had the delicious sense of being in all the papers, and of focusing, countless glances of interest and curiosity as she swept through the theatre in Mrs. Fairford's wake. Their stalls were near the stage, and progress thither was slow enough to permit a prolonged enjoyment of this sensation. Before passing to her place, she paused for Ralph to remove her cloak, and as he lifted it from her shoulders, she heard a lady say behind her, "'There she is, the one in white with the lovely back.' And a man answer, "'Gad, where did he find anything as good as that?' Anonymous approval was sweet enough, but she was to taste a moment more exquisite, when,

Starting point is 02:20:58 in the proscenium box across the house, she saw Claire Van Deegan seated beside the prim figure of Miss Harriet Ray. "'They're here to see me with him. They hate it, but they couldn't keep away.' She turned and lifted a smile of possessorship to Ralph. Mrs. Fairford seemed also struck by the presence of the two ladies, and Undine heard her whisper to Mr. Bowen, "'Do you see Claire over there?

Starting point is 02:21:24 And Harriet with her? Harriet would come. I call it Spartan. And so like Claire to ask her.' Her companion laughed. It's one of the deepest instincts in human nature. The murdered are as much given as the murderer to haunting the scene of the crime. Doubtless guessing Ralph's desire to have Undine to himself,

Starting point is 02:21:47 Mrs. Fairford had sent the girl in first, and Undine, as she seated herself, was aware that the occupant of the next stall half turned to her, as with a vague gesture of recognition. But just then the curtain rose, and she became absorbed in the development of the drama, especially as it tended to display the remarkable toilets which succeeded each other on the person of its leading lady. Undine, seated at Ralph Marvell's side, and feeling the thrill of his proximity as a subtler element in the genial interest she was exciting, was at last repaid for the disappointment of her evening at the opera. It was characteristic of her that she remembered her failures as keenly as her triumphs, and that the passionate desire to obliterate, to get even with them,

Starting point is 02:22:30 was always among the latent incentives of her conduct. Now at last she was having what she wanted. She was in conscious possession of the real thing. And through her other diffused sensations, Ralph's adoration gave her such a last refinement of pleasure, as might have come to some warrior queen born in triumph by captive princes, and reading in the eyes of one the passion he dared not speak. When the curtain fell, this vague enjoyment was heightened by various acts of recognition.

Starting point is 02:23:00 All the people she wanted to go with, as they said in Apex, seemed to be about her in the stalls and boxes, and her eyes continued to revert with special satisfaction to the incongruous group formed by Mrs. Peter Van Deegan and Miss Ray. The sight made it irresistible to whisper to Ralph. You ought to go round and talk to your cousin. Have you told her we're engaged? Claire, of course.

Starting point is 02:23:25 She's going to call on you tomorrow. Oh, she needn't put herself out. She's never been yet, said on Dean loftily. He made no rejoinder, but presently asked. Who's that you're waving to? Mr. Popple? He's coming round to see us. You know he wants.

Starting point is 02:23:43 wants to paint me." Undine fluttered and beamed, as the brilliant Popple made his way across the stalls to the seat which her neighbor had momentarily left. "'First-rate chap next to you, whoever he is, to give me this chance,' the artist declared. "'Hah, Ralph, my boy, how did you pull it off? That's what we're all of us wondering.' He leaned over to give Marvell's hand the ironic grasp of celibacy. "'Well, you've left us lamenting.

Starting point is 02:24:12 He has, you know, Miss Sprague. But I've got one pull over the others. I can paint you. He can't forbid that, can he? Not before marriage, anyhow. And Dean divided her shining glances between the two. I guess he isn't going to treat me any different afterward, she proclaimed with joyous defiance.

Starting point is 02:24:32 Oh, well, there's no telling, you know. Hadn't we better begin at once? Seriously, I want awfully to get you into the spring show. Oh, really? That would be too lovely. You would be, certainly, the way I mean to do you. But I see Ralph getting glum. Jeer up, my dear fellow.

Starting point is 02:24:51 I dare say you'll be invited to some of the sittings. That's for Miss Sprague to say. Ah, here comes your neighbor back and found him. You'll let me know when we can begin. As Popple moved away, Undine turned eagerly to Marvell. Do you suppose there's time? I'd love to have him to do me. Ralph smiled.

Starting point is 02:25:11 My poor child. he would do you with a vengeance. Infernal cheek is asking you to sit. She stared. But why? He's painted your cousin and all the smart women. Oh, if a smart portrait's all you want. I want what the others want, she answered, frowning and pouting a little.

Starting point is 02:25:33 She was already beginning to resent in Ralph the slightest sign of resistance to her pleasure, and her resentment took the form, a familiar one in Apex courtships, of turning on him in the next entract, a deliberately averted shoulder. The result of this was to bring her for the first time in more direct relation to her other neighbor. As she turned, he turned too, showing her above a shining shirt front, fastened with a large imitation pearl, a ruddy, plump, snub face without an angle in it, which yet looked sharper than a razor. Undine's eyes met his with a startled look, and for a long moment they remained suspended on each other's stare.

Starting point is 02:26:15 Undine at length shrank back with an unrecognizing face, but her movement made her opera glass slip to the floor, and her neighbor bent down and picked it up. Well, don't you know me yet? He said with a slight smile, as he restored the glass to her. She had grown white to the lips, and when she tried to speak, the effort produced only a faint click in her throat.

Starting point is 02:26:40 She felt that the change in her appearance must be visible, and the dread of letting Marvell see it made her continue to turn her ravaged face to her other neighbor. The round black eyes set prominently in the latter's round, glossy countenance, had expressed at first only an impersonal and slightly ironic interest, but a look of surprise grew in them as Undine's silence continued. What's the matter? Don't you want me to speak to you? She became aware that Marvell, as if unconscious of her slight show of displeasure, had left his seat and was making his way toward the aisle, and this assertion of independence, which a moment before she would so deeply have resented, now gave her a feeling of intense relief. No, don't speak to me, please. I'll tell you another time. All right. Her neighbor continued to gaze at her, forming his lips into a noiseless whistle under his small, dark,

Starting point is 02:27:36 mustache. Well, I, that's about the stiffest, he murmured, and as she made no answer, he added, afraid I'll ask to be introduced to your friend. She made a faint movement of entreaty. I can't explain. I promise to see you, but I ask you not to talk to me now. He unfolded his program and went on speaking in a low tone while he affected to study it. Anything to oblige, of course, That's always been my motto. But is it a fair bargain? Fair and square? You'll see me.

Starting point is 02:28:12 She receded farther from him. I promise. I... I want to. She faltered. All right, then. Call me up in the morning at the Driscoll building. 7.09.

Starting point is 02:28:25 Got it? She nodded, and he added in a still lower tone. I suppose I can congratulate you anyhow. And then, without waiting for her reply, turned to study Mrs. Van Degan's box through his opera glass. Claire, as if aware of the scrutiny fixed on her from below, leaned back and threw a question over her shoulder, to Ralph Marvell, who had just seated himself behind her. Who's the funny man with the red face talking to Miss Sprague? Ralph bent forward. The man next to her?

Starting point is 02:28:59 Never saw him before. But I think you're mistaken she's not speaking to him. She was. "'Wasn't she Harriet?' Miss Ray pinched her lips together without speaking, and Mrs. Van Degen paused for a fraction of a second. "'Perhaps he's an apex, friend,' she then suggested. "'Very likely. Only I think she'd have introduced him if he had been.'

Starting point is 02:29:23 His cousin faintly shrugged. "'Shall you encourage that?' Peter Van Degan, who had strayed into his wife's box for a moment, caught the colloquy and lifted his opera glass. The fellow next to Miss Sprague. By George Ralph, she's ripping tonight. Wait a minute, I know his face. Saw him an old Harmon Driscoll's office the day of the U-Ball-Mine meeting.

Starting point is 02:29:48 This chap's his secretary or something. Driscoll called him in to give some facts to the directors, and he seemed a mighty wide-awake, customer. Claire Van Degan turned gaily to her cousin. If he has anything to do with the Driscoll's, you'd better cultivate him. That's the kind of acquaintance the Dagonets have always needed. I'm married to set them an example. Ralph rose with a laugh. You're right. I'll hurry back and make his acquaintance. He held out his hand to his cousin, avoiding her disappointed eyes.

Starting point is 02:30:21 Undine, on entering her bedroom late that evening, was startled by the presence of a muffled figure which revealed itself, through the dimness, as the ungirded midnight outline of Mrs. Sprague. "'Mother? What on earth?' the girl exclaimed, as Mrs. Sprague pressed the electric button and flooded the room with light. The idea of a mother's sitting up for her daughter was so foreign to Apex's custom that it roused only mistrust and irritation in the object of the demonstration. Mrs. Sprague came forward deprecatingly to lift the cloak from her daughter's shoulders. "'I just had to, Undy. I told father I had to. I wanted to hear all about it.' Undine shrugged away from her.

Starting point is 02:31:04 "'Mercy! At this hour! You'll be as white as a sheet to-morrow sitting up all night like this!' She moved toward the toilet table, and began to demolish with feverish hands the structure which Mrs. Heaney, a few hours earlier, had so lovingly raised. But the rose caught in a mesh of hair, and Mrs. Sprague, venturing timidly to release it, had a full view of her daughter's face in the glass. "'Why, Undy! You're as white as a sheet now!' Oh, you look fairly sick.

Starting point is 02:31:34 What's the matter, daughter? The girl broke away from her. Oh, can't you leave me alone, mother? There, do I look white now? She cried, the blood flaming into her pale cheeks. And as Mrs. Sprague shrank back, she added more mildly, in the tone of a parent rebuking a persistent child, It's enough to make anybody sick to be stared at that way.

Starting point is 02:31:59 Mrs. Sprague overflowed with compunction. "'I'm so sorry, Undy. I guess it was just seeing you in this glare of light.' "'Yes, the light's awful. Do turn some off,' ordered Undine, "'for whom ordinarily no radiance was too strong, and Mrs. Sprague, grateful to have commands laid upon her, hastened to obey. Undine, after this, submitted in brooding silence to having her dress unlaced, and her slippers and dressing-gown brought to her. Mrs. Spragueg, visibly yearned to say more, but she restrained the impulse, lest it should provoke her dismissal. "'Won't you take just a sup of milk before you go to bed?' she suggested at length,

Starting point is 02:32:42 as Undine sank into an armchair. "'I've got some for you right here in the parlor.' Without looking up, the girl answered, "'No, I don't want anything. Do go to bed.' Her mother seemed to be struggling between the lifelong instinct of obedience and a swift, unformulated fear. I'm going, Undy. She wavered. Didn't they receive you right, daughter?

Starting point is 02:33:08 She asked with sudden resolution. What nonsense! How should they receive me? Everybody was lovely to me. Undine rose to her feet and went on with her undressing, tossing her clothes on the floor and shaking her hair over her bare shoulders. Mrs. Bragg stooped to gather up the scattered garments as they fell, folding them with a wistful caressing touch,

Starting point is 02:33:30 and laying them on the lounge without daring to raise her eyes to her daughter. It was not till she heard Undine throw herself on the bed that she went toward her and drew the coverlet up with deprecating hands. Oh, do put the light out. I'm dead tired, the girl grumbled, pressing her face into the pillow. Mrs. Sprague turned away obediently. Then, gathering all her scattered impulses into a passionate act of courage, she moved back to the bedside. Undy, you didn't see anybody, I mean at the theater.

Starting point is 02:34:06 Anybody you didn't want to see? Undine at the question, raised her head and stared right against the tossed pillows, her white exasperated face close to her mother's twitching features. The two women examined each other a moment, fear and anger in their crossed glances. Then Undine answered, No, nobody. Good night.

Starting point is 02:34:29 End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Undine, late the next day, waited alone under the leafless trellising of a wisterior arbor on the west side of the Central Park. She had put on her plainest dress, and wound a closely patterned veil over her least vivid hat, but even thus toned down to the situation she was conscious of blazing out from it inconveniently. The habit of meeting young men in sequestered spots was not unknown to her.

Starting point is 02:35:16 The novelty wasn't feeling any embarrassment about it. Even now she was disturbed not so much by the unlikely chance of an accidental encounter with Ralph Marvell as by the remembrance of similar meetings, far from accidental, with the romantic Aronson. Could it be that the hand now adorned with Ralph's engagement ring had once in this very spot surrendered itself to the riding-master's pressure? At the thought, a wave of physical disgust passed over her, blotting out another memory as distasteful, but more remote. It was revived by the appearance of a ruddy, middle-sized young man, his stoutish figure tightly buttoned into a square-shouldered overcoat, who presently approached along the path that led to the archery.

Starting point is 02:36:03 Barber. Silhouetted against the slope of the asphalt, the newcomer revealed an outline thick, yet compact, with a round head set on a neck in which, at the first chance, prosperity would be likely to develop a red crease. His face, with its rounded surfaces, and the sanguine innocence of a complexion belied by prematurely astute black eyes, had a look of jovial cunning, which Undine had formerly thought smart, but which now struck her, as merely vulgar. She felt that in the Marvell set, Elmer Moffat would have been stamped as not a gentleman. Nevertheless, something in his look seemed to promise the capacity to develop into any character he might care to assume, though it did not seem probable that, for the present,

Starting point is 02:36:52 that of a gentleman would be among them. He had always had a brisk, swaggering step, and the faintly impudent tilt of the head that she had once thought dashing. But whereas this look had formerly denoted a somewhat desperate defiance of the world and its judgments, it now suggested an almost assured relation to these powers, and Undine's heart sank at the thought of what the change implied. As he drew nearer, the young man's air of assurance was replaced by an expression of mildly humorous surprise. Well, this is what. white of you, Undine, he said, taking her lifeless fingers into his dapperly gloved hand. Through her veil, she formed the words,

Starting point is 02:37:37 I said I'd come. He laughed. That's so. And you see, I believed you, though I might not have. I don't see the use of beginning like this. She interrupted nervously. That's so, too. Suppose we walk along a little ways. It's rather chilly, still. It's rather chilly, standing round. He turned down the path that descended toward the ramble, and the girl moved on beside him with her long, flowing steps. When they had reached the comparative shelter of the interlacing trees, Moffat paused again to say, "'If we're going to talk, I'd like to see you, Undine.' And after a first moment of reluctance, she submissively threw back her veil. He let his eyes rest on her in silence, then said judicially,

Starting point is 02:38:27 "'You've filled out some, but you're paler.' After another appreciative scrutiny, he added, "'There's mighty few women as well worth looking at, and I'm obliged to you for letting me have the chance again.' Undine's brows drew together, but she softened her frown to a quivering smile. "'I'm glad to see you, too, Elmer. I am. Really?' He returned her smile while his glance continued to study her, humorously. You didn't betray the fact last night, Miss Sprague. I was so taken aback. I thought

Starting point is 02:39:02 you were out in Alaska somewhere. The young man shaped his lips into the mute whistle by which he habitually vented his surprise. You did? Didn't Abner E. Sprague tell you he'd seen me downtown? Undine gave him a startled glance. Father? Why? Have you seen him? He never said a word about it. Her companion's whistle became audible. He's running yet, he said gaily. I wish I could scare some people as easy as I can your father. The girl hesitated. I never felt toward you the way father did.

Starting point is 02:39:41 She hazarded at length, and he gave her another long look in return. Well, if they'd let you alone, I don't believe you'd ever have acted mean to me, was the conclusion he drew from it. I didn't mean to, Elmer. I give you my word, but I was so young, I didn't know anything. His eyes had a twinkle of reminiscent pleasantry. No, I don't suppose it would teach a girl much to be engaged two years to a stiff like Millard bench, and that was about all that had happened to you before I came along.

Starting point is 02:40:15 Undine flushed to the forehead. Oh, Elmer, I was only a child when I was engaged to Millard. "'Mas a fact. And you went on being one a good while afterward. "'The Apex Eagle always headlined you, the child bride. "'I can't see what's the use now.' "'That ruled out of court, too. "'See here, Undine, what can we talk about? "'I understood that was what we were here for.'

Starting point is 02:40:41 "'Of course,' she made an effort at recovery. "'I only meant to say, "'what's the use of raking up things that are over?' "'Rake up? That's the idea, is it? Was that why you tried to cut me last night?' "'I—oh, Elmer, I didn't mean to. Only, you see, I'm engaged.' "'Oh, I saw that fast enough. I'd have seen it even if I didn't read the papers.' He gave a short laugh. "'He was feeling pretty good sitting there alongside of you, wasn't he? I don't wonder he was.

Starting point is 02:41:18 I remember. But I don't see that that was a reason for cold-shouldering me. I'm a respectable member of society now. I'm one of Harmon B. Driscoll's private secretaries. He brought out the fact with mock solemnity. But to Undine, though undoubtedly impressive, the statement did not immediately present itself as a subject for pleasantry. Elmer Moffat, you are?

Starting point is 02:41:45 He laughed again. Guess you'd have remembered me, last night if you'd known it. She was following her own train of thought with a look of pale intensity. You're living in New York, then? You're going to live here right along? Well, it looks that way, as long as I can hang on to this job. Great men always gravitate to the metropolis. And I gravitated here just as Uncle Harmon B was looking round for somebody who could give him the inside tip on the U-Baw mine deal. You know the Driscolls are pretty deep in U-Baw. I happen to go out there after our little unpleasantness at Apex, and it was just the time the deal went through.

Starting point is 02:42:22 So in one way your folks did me a good turn when they made Apex too hot for me. Funny to think of, ain't it? Undine, recovering herself, held out her hand impulsively. I'm real glad of it. I mean, I'm real glad you've had such a stroke of luck. Much obliged, he returned. By the way, you might mention the fact to Abner E. Sprague, next time you run across him.

Starting point is 02:42:47 Father will be real glad, too, Elmer. She hesitated, then went on. You must see now that it was natural father and mother should have felt the way they did. Oh, the only thing that struck me as unnatural was their making you feel so, too. But I'm free to admit I wasn't a promising case in those days. His glance played over her for a moment. Say, Undine, it was good while it lasted, though, wasn't it? She shrank back with a burning face and eye.

Starting point is 02:43:17 eyes of misery. Why, what's the matter? That ruled out, too? Oh, all right. Look at here, Undine. Suppose you let me know what you are here to talk about anyhow. She cast a helpless glance down the windings of the wooded glen in which they had halted. Just to ask you, to beg you, not to say anything of this kind again, ever. Anything about you and me? She nodded mutely. Why? What's wrong? Anybody been saying anything against me? Oh, no, it's not that. What on earth is it, then, except that you're ashamed of me one way or another? She made no answer, and he stood digging the tip of his walking stick into a fissure of the asphalt. At length he went on, in a tone that showed a first faint trace of irritation.

Starting point is 02:44:10 I don't want to break into your gilt-edged crowd if it's that you're scared of. His tone seemed to increase her distress. No, no, you don't understand. All I want is that nothing shall be known. Yes, but why. It was all straight enough if you come to that. It doesn't matter whether it was straight or not. He interpolated a whistle which made her add.

Starting point is 02:44:37 What I mean is that out here in the East they don't even like it if a girl's been engaged before. This last strain on his credulity wrung a laugh from Moffat. Oh, gee! How'd they expect her fair young life to pass? Playing Holy City on the Melodian and knitting tidies for church fairs? Girls are looked after here. It's all different. Their mothers go round with them.

Starting point is 02:45:03 This increased her companion's hilarity, and he glanced about him with the pretension of compunction. Excuse me! I ought to have remembered. Where's your chaperone, Miss. brag? He crooked his arm with mock ceremony. Allow me to escort you to the Bufé. You see I'm onto the New York style myself. A sigh of discouragement escaped her. Elmer, if you really believe I never wanted to act mean to you, don't you act mean to me now? Act mean? He grew serious again

Starting point is 02:45:38 and moved nearer to her. What is it you want, Undine? Why can't you say it right out? "'What I told you. I don't want Ralph Marvell or any of them, to know anything. If any of his folks found out, they'd never let him marry me, never. And he wouldn't want to. He'd be so horrified. And it would kill me, Elmer. It would just kill me.' She pressed close to him, forgetful of her new reserves and repugnances, and impelled by the passionate absorbing desire to ring from him some definite pledge of safety. Oh, Elmer, if you ever liked me, help me now, and I'll help you if I get the chance. He had recovered his coolness as hers forsook her, and stood his ground steadily, though her

Starting point is 02:46:29 entreating hands, her glowing face, were near enough to have shaken less sturdy nerves. That's so, puss. You just ask me to pass the sponge over Elmer Moffat of Apex City? Cut the gentleman when we meet? That the size of it. Oh, Elmer, it's my first chance. I can't lose it. She broke out, sobbing. Nonsense, child, of course you shan't. Here, look up, Undine. Why, I never saw you cry before. Don't you be afraid of me? I ain't going to interrupt the wedding march.

Starting point is 02:47:06 He began to whistle a bar of Lowengrin. I only just want one little promise in return. She threw a startled look at him, and he added reassuringly, Oh, don't mistake me, I don't want to butt into your set, not for social purposes anyhow. But if ever it should come handy to know of any of them, in a business way, would you fix it up for me? After you're married? Their eyes met, and she remained silent for a tremulous moment or two. then she held out her hand.

Starting point is 02:47:41 Afterward, yes, I promise. And you promise, Elmer? Oh, to have and to hold, he sang out, swinging about to follow her as she hurriedly began to retrace her steps. The March twilight had fallen,

Starting point is 02:47:59 and the Stentorian façade was all aglow, when Undine regained its monumental threshold. She slipped through the marble vestibule, and soared skyward in the mirror-lined lift, hardly conscious of the direction she was taking. What she wanted was solitude, and the time to put some order into her thoughts, and she hoped to steal into her room without meeting her mother.

Starting point is 02:48:22 Through her thick veil the clusters of lights and the sprague drawing-room dilated and flowed together in a yellow blur, from which, as she entered, a figure detached itself. And with a start of annoyance, she saw Ralph Marvell rise from the perusal of the fiction number of a magazine, which had replaced the hound of the Baskervilles on the onyx table. Yes, you told me not to come, and here I am. He lifted her hand to his lips, as his eyes tried to find hers through the veil. She drew back with a nervous gesture. I told you I'd be

Starting point is 02:48:57 awfully late. I know, trying on, and you're horribly tired and wishing with all your might I wasn't hear. "'I'm not so sure I'm not,' she rejoined, trying to hide her vexation in a smile. "'What a tragic little voice. You really are done up. I couldn't help dropping in for a minute. But of course if you say so, I'll be off.' She was removing her long gloves, and he took her hands and drew her close. Only take off your veil and let me see you. A quiver of resistance ran through her. He felt it and dropped her hands. "'Please don't tease. I never could bear it,' she stammered, drawing away. "'Till to-morrow, then. That is, if the dressmakers permit.'

Starting point is 02:49:47 She forced a laugh. "'If I showed myself now you might not come back to-morrow. I look perfectly hideous. It was so hot, and they kept me so long. All to make yourself more beautiful for a man who's blind with your beauty all ready. The words made her smile, and moving nearer, she bent her head and stood still, while he undid her veil. As he put it back, their lips met, and his look of passionate tenderness was incense to her. But the next moment his expression passed from worship to concern. Dear, why, what's the matter you've been crying? She put both hands to her hat in the instinctive effort to hide her face. His persistence was as irritating as her mother's.

Starting point is 02:50:35 "'I told you it was frightfully hot, and all my things were horrid, and it made me so cross and nervous.' She turned to the looking-glass with a faint of smoothing her hair. Marvell laid his hand on her arm. "'I can't bear to see you so done up. Why can't we be married to-morrow and escape all these ridiculous preparations? I shall hate your fine clothes if they're going to make you so miserable. She dropped her hands and swept about on him. Her face lit up by a new idea. He was extraordinarily handsome and appealing, and her heart began to beat faster. I hate it all, too. I wish we could be married right away. Marvell caught her to him joyously. Dearest, dearest, don't, if you don't mean it. The thought's too glorious. Undine lingered in his

Starting point is 02:51:27 arms, not with any intent of tenderness, but as if too deeply lost in a new train of thought to be conscious of his hold. I suppose most of the things could be got ready sooner, if I said they must, she brooded, with a fixed gaze that traveled past him. And the rest? Why shouldn't the rest be sent over to Europe after us? I want to go straight off with you, away, away, away, where there'll be nobody but you and me alone. She had a flash of illumination which made her turn her lips to his. Oh, my darling, my darling, Marvell whispered. End of Chapter 9. Chapter 10 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 02:52:21 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Mr. and Mrs. Sprague were both given to such long periods of ruminating apathy that the student of inheritance might have wondered whence Undine derived her overflowing activity. The answer would have been obtained by observing her father's business life. From the moment he set foot in Wall Street, Mr. Sprague became another man. Physically, the change revealed itself only by the subtlest signs. As he steered his way to his office through the jostling crowds of William Street, his relaxed muscles did not grow more taut or his lounging gait less desultory.

Starting point is 02:52:58 His shoulders were hollowed by the usual droop, and his rusty black waistcoat showed the same creased concavity at the waist, the same flabby prominence below. It was only in his face that the difference was perceptible, though even here it rather lurked behind the features, than openly modified them. Showing itself now and then in the cautious glint of half-closed eyes, the forward thrust of black brows,

Starting point is 02:53:25 or a tightening of the lax lines of the mouth, as the gleam of a night watchman's light might flash across the darkness of a shuttered housefront. The shutters were more tightly barred than usual, when on a morning some two weeks later than the date of the incidents last recorded, Mr. Sprague approached the steel and concrete tower in which his office occupied a lofty pigeonhole. Events had moved rapidly and somewhat surprisingly in the interval, and Mr. Sprague had already accustomed himself to the fact that his daughter was to be married, within the week, instead of awaiting the traditional post-Lenton date.

Starting point is 02:54:03 Conventionally, the change meant little to him, but on the practical side, it presented unforeseen difficulties. Mr. Sprague had learned within the last weeks that a New York marriage involved material obligations unknown to Apex. Marvell, indeed, had been loftily careless of such questions, but his grandfather, on the announcement of the engagement, had called on Mr. Sprague, and put before him, with polished precision, the young man's financial situation. Mr. Sprague at the moment had been inclined to deal with his visitor in a spirit of indulgent irony. As he leaned back in his revolving chair, with feet adroitly balanced against a tilted scrap basket, his air of relaxed power made Mr. Dagonet's venerable elegance seem as harmless as that

Starting point is 02:54:52 of an ivory jack-straw. And his first replies to his visitor, were made with the mildness of a kindly giant. "'Hm, Ralph, don't make a living out of the law, you say. No, it didn't strike me he'd be likely to from the talks I've had with him. Fact is, the law's a business that wants—' Mr. Sprague broke off, checked by a protest for Mr. Dagonet. "'Oh, a profession, you call it.

Starting point is 02:55:19 It ain't a business?' His smile grew more indulgent as this novel distinction dawned on him. Why, I guess that's the whole trouble with Ralph. Nobody expects to make money in a profession, and if you taught him to regard the law that way, he'd better go right into cooking stoves and be done with it. Mr. Dagenet, within a narrower range, had his own play of humor,

Starting point is 02:55:41 and it met Mr. Sprags with a leap. It's because I knew he would manage to make cooking stoves as unremunerative as a profession, that I saved him from so glaring a failure by putting him into the law. The retort drew a grunt of amusement from Mr. Sprague, and the eyes of the two men met in unexpected understanding. That so? What can he do, then? The future father-in-law inquired. He can write poetry. At least he tells me he can.

Starting point is 02:56:16 Mr. Dagonet hesitated, as if aware of the inadequacy of the alternative, and then added, "'than he can count on three thousand a year from me.' Mr. Sprague tilted himself farther back, without disturbing his subtly calculated relation to the scrap-basket. "'Does it cost anything like that to print his poetry?' Mr. Dagenet smiled again. He was clearly enjoying his visit. "'Dear no, he doesn't go in for Lux editions. And now and then he gets ten dollars from a magazine.' Mr. Sprague mused.

Starting point is 02:56:55 Wasn't he ever taught to work? No, I really couldn't have afforded that. I see. Then they've got to live on two hundred and fifty dollars a month. Mr. Dagonet remained pleasantly unmoved. Does it cost anything like that to buy your daughter's dresses? A subterranean chuckle agitated the lower folds of Mr. Sprague's waistcoat. I might put a little bit of Mr. Sprague.

Starting point is 02:57:22 him in the way of something. I guess he's smart enough. Mr. Dagenet made a gesture of friendly warning. It will pay us both in the end to keep him out of business, he said, rising as if to show that his mission was accomplished. The results of this friendly conference had been more serious than Mr. Sprague could have foreseen, and the victory remained with his antagonist. It had not entered into Mr. Sprague's calculations that he would have to give his daughter any fixed income. come on her marriage. He meant that she should have the handsomest wedding the New York Press had ever celebrated, and her mother's fancy was already afloat on a sea of luxuries, a motor, a Fifth Avenue house, and a tiara that should outblaze Mrs. Van Degans, but these

Starting point is 02:58:08 were movable benefits to be conferred whenever Mr. Sprague happened to be on the right side of the market. It was a different matter to be called on at such short notice to bridge the gap between young Marvell's allowance and Undine's requirements, and her father's immediate conclusion was that the engagement had better be broken off. Such decisions were almost painless in apex, and he had fancied it would be easy by an appeal to the girl's pride to make her see that she owed it to herself to do better. You'd better wait a while and look round again, was the way he had put it to her, at the opening of the talk, of which even now he could not recall the clothes without a tremor.

Starting point is 02:58:52 Undine, when she took his meaning, had been terrible. Everything had gone down before her, as towns and villages went down before one of the tornadoes of her native state. Wait a while? Look round? Did he suppose she was marrying for money? Didn't he see it was all a question, now and here, of the kind of people she wanted to go with?

Starting point is 02:59:16 Did he want to throw her straight back into the lips? to have her marry a dentist and live in a west side flat? Why hadn't they stayed in Apex if that was all he thought she was fit for? She might as well have married Millard Binch, instead of handing him over to Indiana Frusk. Couldn't her father understand that nice girls in New York didn't regard getting married like going on a buggy ride? It was enough to ruin a girl's chances if she broke her engagement to a man in Ralph Marvell's set. All kinds of spiteful things would be said about her. and she would never be able to go with one of the right people again.

Starting point is 02:59:52 They had better go back to Apex right off. It was they and not she who had wanted to leave Apex anyhow. She could call her mother to witness it. She had always, when it came to that, done what her father and mother wanted, but she'd given up trying to make out what they were after, unless it was to make her miserable. And if that was it, hadn't they had enough of it by this time? She had anyhow.

Starting point is 03:00:15 But after this she meant to lead her own life, and they needn't ask her where she was going or what she meant to do, because this time she'd die before she'd told them, and they'd made life so hateful to her that she only wished she was dead already. Mr. Sprague heard her out in silence, pulling at his beard with one sallow wrinkled hand, while the other dragged down the armhole of his waistcoat. Suddenly he looked up and said,

Starting point is 03:00:41 "'Ain't you in love with the fellow, Undy?' The girl glared back at him, her splendid brows beetling like in Amazon's. Do you think I'd care a scent for all the rest of it if I wasn't? Well, if you are, you and he won't mind beginning in a small way. Her look poured contempt on his ignorance. Do you suppose I'd drag him down? With a magnificent gesture, she tore Marvell's ring from her finger.

Starting point is 03:01:12 I'll send this back this minute. I'll tell him I thought he was a rich man, and now I'm I see I'm mistaken!' She burst into shattering sobs, rocking her beautiful body back and forth in all the abandonment of young grief, and her father stood over her, stroking her shoulder and saying helplessly, "'I'll see what I can do, Undine.' All his life, and at ever diminishing intervals,

Starting point is 03:01:36 Mr. Sprague had been called on by his womankind to see what he could do, and the seeing had almost always resulted as they wished. Undine did not have to send back her ring, and in her state of trance-like happiness, she hardly asked by what means her path had been smoothed, but merely accepted her mother's assurance that, Father had fixed everything all right. Mr. Sprague accepted the situation also. A son-in-law who expected to be pensioned like a Grand Army veteran was a phenomenon new to his experience.

Starting point is 03:02:11 But if that was what Undine wanted, she should have it. Only two days later, however, he was met by a new demand. The young people had decided to be married right off, instead of waiting till June. This change of plan was made known to Mr. Sprague at a moment when he was peculiarly unprepared for the financial readjustment it necessitated. He had always declared himself able to cope with any crisis, if Undine and her mother would go steady. But he now warned them of his inability to keep up with the new pace they had set.

Starting point is 03:02:42 Undine, not deigning to return to the charge, had commissioned her mother to speak for her, and Mr. Sprague was surprised to meet in his wife a firmness as inflexible as his daughters. "'I can't do it, Lute. I can't put my hand on the cash,' he had protested. But Mrs. Sprague fought him inch by inch, her back to the wall, flinging out at last as he pressed her closer. "'Well, if you want to know, she's seen Elmer.' The bolt reached its mark, and her husband turned an agitated face on her. "'Elmer? What on earth? He didn't come here?' "'No, but he sat next to her the other night at the theatre, and she's wild with us for not having warned her.'

Starting point is 03:03:28 Mr. Sprague's scowl drew his projecting brows together. "'Warned her of what? What's Elmer to her? Why's she afraid of Elmer Moffat? "'She's afraid of his talking.' "'Talking? What on earth can he say that'll hurt her?' "'Oh, I don't know,' Mrs. Sprague wailed. "'She's so nervous I can hardly get a word out of her.' Mr. Sprague's whitening face showed the touch of a new fear. "'And is she afraid he'll get round her again, make up to her?

Starting point is 03:04:02 "'Is that what she means by talking?' "'I don't know. I don't know. "'I only know she's afraid. "'She's afraid as death of him.' For a long interval they sat silently looking at each other, while their heavy eyes exchanged conjectures. Then Mr. Sprague rose from his chair, saying as he took up his hat, "'Don't you fret, Leota. I'll see what I can do.'

Starting point is 03:04:28 He had been seeing now for an arduous fortnight, and the strain on his vision had resulted in a state of tension such as he had not undergone since the epic days of the pure water move at apex. It was not his habit to impart his fears to Mrs. Sprague and Dundeen, and they continued the bridal preparations, secure in their invariable experience, that once father had been convinced of the impossibility of evading their demands, he might be trusted to satisfy them by means with which his womankind need not concern themselves. Mr. Sprague, as he approached his office on the morning in question, felt reasonably sure of fulfilling these expectations. but he reflected that a few more such victories would mean disaster.

Starting point is 03:05:13 He entered the vast marble vestibule of the Ararat Trust Building and walked toward the express elevator that was to carry him to his office. At the door of the elevator a man turned to him, and he recognized Elmer Moffat, who put out his hand with an easy gesture. Mr. Sprague did not ignore the gesture. He did not even withhold his hand. In his code the cut, as a conscious sign of disaster, approval did not exist. In the south, if you had a grudge against a man, you tried to shoot him.

Starting point is 03:05:44 In the west, you tried to do him in a mean turn in business. But in neither region was the cut among the social weapons of offense. Mr. Sprague, therefore, seeing Moffat in his path, extended a lifeless hand while he faced the young man scowlingly. Moffat met the hand and the scowl with equal coolness. Going up to your office, I was on my way there. The elevator door rolled back, and Mr. Sprague, entering it, found his companion at his side. They remained silent during the ascent to Mr. Sprague's threshold, but there the latter turned to inquire ironically of Moffat. Anything left to say?

Starting point is 03:06:25 Moffat smiled. Nothing left. No, I'm carrying a whole new line of goods. Mr. Sprague pondered the reply. Then he opened the door and suffered Moffat to follow him in. Behind an inner glazed enclosure, with its one window dimmed by a sooty perspective barred with chimneys, he seated himself at a dusty littered desk, and groped instinctively for the support of the scrap basket.

Starting point is 03:06:52 Moffat, uninvited, dropped into the nearest chair, and Mr. Sprague said after another silence, "'I'm pretty busy this morning.' "'I know you are. That's why I'm here,' Moffat serenely answered. He leaned back, crossing his legs, and twisting his small, stiff mustache with a plump hand, adorned by a cameo. "'Fact is,' he went on, "'this is a coals of fire call. You think I owe you a grudge, and I'm going to show you I'm not that kind.

Starting point is 03:07:22 I'm going to put you on to a good thing. Oh, not because I'm so fond of you, just because it happens to hit my sense of a joke.' While Moffat talked, Mr. Sprague took up the pile of letters on his own. his desk and sat shuffling them like a pack of cards. He dealt them deliberately to two imaginary players. Then he pushed them aside and drew out his watch. All right, I carry one too, said the young man easily, but you'll find it's time gained to hear what I've got to say. Mr. Sprague considered the vista of chimneys without speaking, and Moffat continued. I don't suppose you care to hear the story of my life, so I won't refer you to the back numbers,

Starting point is 03:08:05 You used to say out an apex that I spent too much time loafing around the bar of the mealy house. That was one of the things you had against me. Well, maybe I did, but it taught me to talk and to listen to the other fellows, too. Just at present, I'm one of Harmon B. Driscoll's private secretaries, and some of that mealy house loafing has come in more useful than any job I ever put my hand to. The old man happened to hear I knew something about the inside of the U-Baw deal, and took me on to have the information where he could get at it. I've given him good talk for his money, but I've done some listening, too.

Starting point is 03:08:39 Yubaw ain't the only commodity the Driscoll's deal in. Mr. Sprague restored his watch to his pocket, and shifted his drowsy gaze from the window to his visitor's face. Yes, said Moffat, as if in reply to the movement. The Driscolls are getting busy out in apex. Now they've got all the street railroads in their pocket. They want the water supply, too. But you know that as well as I do. "'Fact is they've got to have it, and that's where you and I come in.'

Starting point is 03:09:08 Mr. Sprague thrust his hands in his waistcoat armholes and turned his eyes back to the window. "'I'm out of that long ago,' he said indifferently. "'Sure,' Moffat acquiesced. "'But you know what went on when you were in it.' "'Well,' said Mr. Sprague, shifting one hand to the Masonic emblem on his watch chain. "'Well, Representative James J. Roliver, who was in it with you, ain't out of it yet. "'He's the man the Driscolls are up against. "'What do you know about him?'

Starting point is 03:09:43 "'Mr. Sprague twirled the emblem thoughtfully. "'Driskel tell you to come here?' "'Moffett laughed. "'Oh, no, sir. Not by a good many miles.' "'Mr. Sprague removed his feet from the scrap basket "'and straightened himself in his chair.' Well, I didn't either. Good morning, Mr. Moffat.

Starting point is 03:10:06 The young man stared a moment, a humorous glint in his small black eyes, but he made no motion to leave his seat. Undine's to be married next week, isn't she? He asked in a conversational tone. Mr. Sprague's face blackened, and he swung about in his revolving chair. You go to. Moffet raised a deprecating hand.

Starting point is 03:10:30 Oh, you needn't. warn me off. I don't want to be invited to the wedding, and I don't want to forbid the bands.' There was a derisive sound in Mr. Sprague's throat. "'But I do want to get out of Driscoll's office.' Moffett imperturbably continued. "'There's no future there for a fellow like me. I see things big. That's the reason Apex was too tight a fit for me. It's only the little fellows that succeed in little places. New York's my size. Without a single alteration.' I could prove it to you tomorrow, if I could put my hand on fifty thousand dollars.

Starting point is 03:11:07 Mr. Sprague did not repeat his gesture of dismissal. He was once more listening guardedly, but intently. Moffitt saw it and continued. And I could put my hand on double that sum. Yes, sir, double. If you'd just step round with me to old Driscoll's office before five p.m. See the connection, Mr. Sprague? The older man remained silent, while his visitor

Starting point is 03:11:31 hummed a bar or two of In the Gloming. Then he said, "'You want me to tell Driscoll what I know about James J. Rolliver?' "'I want you to tell the truth. I want you to stand for political purity in your native state. A man of your prominence owes it to the community, sir,' cried Muppet. Mr. Sprague was still tormenting his Masonic emblem. "'Roliver and I always stood together,' he said at last, with a tinge of reluctant. "'Well, how much of you made out of it? Ain't he always been ahead of the game?'

Starting point is 03:12:06 "'I can't do it. I can't do it,' said Mr. Sprague, bringing his clenched hand down on the desk, as if addressing an invisible throng of assailants. Moffat rose without any evidence of disappointment in his ruddy countenance. "'Well, so long,' he said, moving toward the door. Near the threshold he paused to add, Carelessly. Excuse my referring to a personal matter, but I understand Miss Sprague's wedding takes place next Monday.

Starting point is 03:12:39 Mr. Sprague was silent. How's that? Moffett continued unabashed. I saw on the papers the date was set for the end of June. Mr. Sprague rose heavily from his seat. I presume my daughter has her reasons, he said, moving toward the door in Moffat's wake. I guess she has. Same as I have for wanting you to step round with me to old Driscolls. If Undine's reasons are as good as mine, stop right here, Elmer Moffat. The older man broke out with lifted hand. Moffat made a burlesque faint of evading a blow. Then his face grew serious, and he moved close to

Starting point is 03:13:21 Mr. Sprague, whose arm had fallen to his side. See here. I know Undine's reasons. I've had a talk with you. her. Didn't she tell you? She don't beat about the bush the way you do. She told me straight out what was bothering her. She wants the Marvell's to think she's right out of kindergarten. No good sent out on approval from this counter. And I see her point. I don't mean to publish my memoirs. Only a deal's a deal." He paused a moment, twisting his fingers about the heavy gold watch chain that crossed his waistcoat. Tell you what, Mr. Sprague. I don't bare malice, not against Undine, anyway. And if I could have afforded it, I'd have been glad enough

Starting point is 03:14:05 to oblige her and forget old times. But you didn't hesitate to kick me when I was down, and it's taken me a day or two to get on my legs again after that kicking. I see my way now to get there and keep there, and there's a kinder poetic justice in your being the man to help me up. If I can get hold of fifty thousand dollars within a day or so, I don't care who's got the start of me. I've got a dead sure thing in sight, and you're the only man that can get it for me. Now do you see where we're coming out? Mr. Sprague during this discourse had remained motionless, his hands and his pockets, his jaws moving mechanically, as though he mumbled a toothpick under his beard.

Starting point is 03:14:47 His sallow cheek had turned a shade paler, and his brows hung threateningly over his half-closed eyes. But there was no threat. There was scarcely more than a note of d'clock. dull curiosity, in the voice with which he said, "'You mean to talk?' Moffet's rosy face grew as hard as a steel safe. "'I mean you to talk, to old Driscoll.'

Starting point is 03:15:11 He paused and then added, "'It's a hundred thousand down, between us.' Mr. Sprague once more consulted his watch. "'I'll see you again,' he said with an effort. Moffat struck one fist against the other. No, sir, you won't. You'll only hear from me, through the Marvell family. Your news ain't worth a dollar to Driscoll if you don't get it today.

Starting point is 03:15:37 He was checked by the sound of steps in the outer office, and Mr. Sprague's stenographer appeared in the doorway. It's Mr. Marvell, she announced, and Ralph Marvell, glowing with haste and happiness, stood between the two men, holding out his hand to Mr. Sprague. Am I awfully in the way, sir? Turn me out if I am, but first let me just say a word about this necklace I've ordered for un—' He broke off, made aware by Mr. Sprague's glance of the presence of Elmer Moffat, who, with unwonted discretion, had dropped back into the shadow of the door.

Starting point is 03:16:14 Marvell turned on Moffat a bright gaze full of the instinctive hospitality of youth, but Moffat looked straight past him at Mr. Sprague. The latter, as if in response to an imperceptible signal, mechanically pronounced his visitor's name, and the two young men moved toward each other. "'I beg your pardon most awfully. Am I breaking up an important conference?' Ralph asked as he shook hands. "'I know. I guess we're pretty nearly through. I'll step outside and woo the blonde while you're talking.'

Starting point is 03:16:46 Moffat rejoined in the same key. "'Thanks so much. I shan't take two seconds.' Ralph broke off to scrutinize him. But haven't we met before? It seems to me I've seen you, just lately. Moffat seemed about to answer, but his reply was checked by an abrupt movement on the part of Mr. Sprague.

Starting point is 03:17:07 There was a perceptible pause, during which Moppett's bright black glance rested questioningly on Ralph. Then he looked again at the older man, and their eyes held each other for a silent moment. I know. Not as I'm aware of, Mr. Marvell. Moffitt said, addressing himself amicably to Ralph.

Starting point is 03:17:26 Better late than never, though, and I hope to have the pleasure soon again. He divided a nod between the two men and passed into the outer office, where they heard him addressing the stenographer in a strain of exaggerated gallantry. End of Chapter X Chapter 11 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public. domain. The July sun enclosed in a ring of fire, the Ilex grove of a villa in the hills near Sienna. Below by the roadside, the long yellow house seemed to waver and palpitate in the glare.

Starting point is 03:18:13 But steep by steep behind it, the cool Ilex dusk mounted to the ledge, where Ralph Marvell, stretched on his back in the grass, lay gazing up at a black reticulation of branches, between which bits of sky gleamed with the hardness and brilliancy of blue enamel. Up there, too, the air was thick with heat, but compared with the white fire below it, was a dim and tempered warmth, like that of the churches in which he and Undine sometimes took refuge at the height of the torrid days. Ralph loved the heavy Italian summer, as he had loved the light spring days leading up to it,

Starting point is 03:18:53 the long line of dancing days that had drawn them on and on ever since they had left their ship at Naples four months earlier. Four months of beauty, changeful, inexhaustible, weaving itself about him in shapes of softness and strength, and beside him, hand in hand with him, embodying that spirit of shifting magic, the radiant creature through whose eyes he saw it. This was what their hastened marriage had blessed them with,

Starting point is 03:19:23 giving them leisure before summer came, to penetrate to remote folds of the southern mountains, to linger in the shade of Sicilian orange groves, and finally, traveling by slow stages to the Adriatic, to reach the central hill country, where even in July they might hope for a breathable air. To Ralph, the Siennese air was not only breathable, but intoxicating. The sun, treading the earth like a vintager, drew from it heady fragrances. crushed out of it new colors. All the values of the temperate landscape were reversed.

Starting point is 03:19:59 The noon highlights were whiter, but the shadows had unimagined color. On the blackness of cork and ilics and cypress lay the green and purple lustres, the coppery iridescences of old bronze, and night after night the skies were wine blue and bubbling with stars. Ralph said to himself that no one who had not seen Italy thus prostrate beneath the sun, knew what secret treasures she could yield.

Starting point is 03:20:28 As he lay there, fragments of past states of emotion, fugitive felicities of thought and sensation, rose and floated on the surface of his thoughts. It was one of those moments when the accumulated impressions of life converge on heart and brain, elucidating, enlacing each other, in a mysterious confusion of beauty. He had had glimpses of such a state before, of such mergings of the personal with the general life that one felt oneself a mere wave on the wild stream of being, yet thrilled with a sharper sense of individuality than can be known within the mere bounds of the actual. But now he knew the sensation in its fullness, and with it came the releasing power of language. Words were flashing like brilliant

Starting point is 03:21:16 birds through the boughs overhead. He had but to wave his magic wand to have them flutter down, to him. Only they were so beautiful up there, weaving their fantastic flights against the blue, that it was pleasanter, for the moment, to watch them, and let the wand lie. He stared up at the pattern they made till his eyes ached with excessive light, then he changed his position and looked at his wife. Undine, nearby, leaned against a gnarled tree with the slightly constrained air of a person unused to sylvan abandonments. Her beautiful back could not adapt itself to the irregularities of the tree trunk, and she moved a little now and then in the effort to find an easier position. But her expression was serene, and Ralph, looking up at her through

Starting point is 03:22:06 drowsy lids, thought her face had never been more exquisite. You look as cool as a wave, he said, reaching out for the hand on her knee. She let him have it, and he was a little. He He drew it closer, scrutinizing it as if it had been a bit of precious porcelain or ivory. It was small and soft, a mere featherweight, a puff ball of a hand, not quick and thrilling, not a speaking hand, but one to be fondled and dressed in rings and to leave a rosy blur in the brain. The fingers were short and tapering, dimpled at the base, with nails as smooth as rose-leaves. Ralph lifted them one by one, like a child playing with piano keys, but they were inelastic

Starting point is 03:22:54 and did not spring back far, only far enough to show the dimples. He turned the hand over and traced the course of its blue veins from the wrist to the rounding of the palm below the fingers. Then he put a kiss in the warm hollow between. The upper world had vanished. His universe had shrunk to the palm of a hand. But there was no sense of diminution. In the mystic depths whence his passion sprang, earthly dimensions were ignored, and the curve of beauty was boundless enough to hold whatever the imagination could pour into it. Ralph had never felt more convinced of his power to write a great poem, but now it was Undine's hand, which held the magic wand of expression. She stirred again uneasily, answering his last words with a faint accent of reproach. "'I don't feel cool. You said there'd be a breeze.

Starting point is 03:23:48 up here." He laughed. You poor darling! Wasn't it ever as hot as this an Apex? She withdrew her hand with a slight grimace. Yes, but I didn't marry you to go back to Apex. Ralph laughed again. Then he lifted himself on his elbow and regained the hand. I wonder what you did marry me for. Mercy, it's too hot for conundrums. She spoke without impatience. but with a lassitude less joyous than his.

Starting point is 03:24:21 He roused himself. Do you really mind the heat so much? We'll go if you do. She sat up eagerly. Go to Switzerland, you mean? Well, I hadn't taken quite as long a leap. I only meant we might drive back to Sienna. She relapsed listlessly against her tree trunk.

Starting point is 03:24:42 Oh, Sienna's hotter than this. We could go and sit in the cathedral. It's always cool there at sunset. We've sat in the cathedral at sunset every day for a week. Well, what do you say to stopping at Liketto on the way? I haven't shown you Liketo yet, and the drive back by moonlight would be glorious. This woke her to a slight show of interest.

Starting point is 03:25:07 It might be nice, but where could we get anything to eat? Ralph laughed again. I don't believe we could. You're too practical. "'Well, somebody's got to be, and the food in the hotel is too disgusting if we're not on time.' "'I admit that the best of it has usually been appropriated by the extremely good-looking cavalry officer who's so keen to know you.' "'Undine's face brightened. "'You know he's not a count. He's a marquis. His name's Raviano. His palace in Rome is in the guide-books, and he speaks English beautifully.

Starting point is 03:25:44 Celeste found out about him from the head-waiter, she said, with the security of one who treats of recognized values. Marvell, sitting upright, reached lazily across the grass for his hat. Then there's all the more reason for rushing back to defend our share. He spoke in the bantering tone which had become the habitual expression of his tenderness, but his eyes softened, as they absorbed in a last glance the glimmering submarine light of the ancient grove, through which Undine's figure wavered neary it like above him. You never looked your name more than you do now, he said, kneeling at her side and putting his arm about her. She smiled back a little vaguely, as if not seizing his illusion, and being

Starting point is 03:26:31 content to let it drop into the store of unexplained references which had once stimulated her curiosity, but now merely gave her leisure to think of other things. But her smile was no less lovely for its vagueness, and indeed to Ralph, the loveliness was enhanced by the latent doubt. He remembered afterward that at that moment the cup of life seemed to brim over. Come, dear, here or there, it's all divine. In the carriage, however, she remained insensible to the soft spell of the evening, noticing only the heat and dust, and saying, as they passed under the wooded cliff of Leketto, that they might as well have stopped there after all,

Starting point is 03:27:14 since with such a headache as she felt coming on, she didn't care if she dined or not. Ralph looked up yearningly at the long walls overhead, but Undine's mood was hardly favourable to communion with such scenes, and he made no attempt to stop the carriage. Instead, he presently said, If you're tired of Italy, we've got the world to choose from. She did not speak for a moment.

Starting point is 03:27:39 Then she said, "'It's the heat I'm tired of. "'Don't people generally come here earlier?' "'Yes, that's why I chose the summer "'so that we could have it all to ourselves.' "'She tried to put a note of reasonableness into her voice. "'If you told me we were going everywhere at the wrong time, "'of course I could have arranged about my clothes.'

Starting point is 03:28:00 "'You poor darling. "'Let us by all means go to the place "'where the clothes will be right. "'They're too beautiful to be left out of our scheme of life.' Her lips hardened. "'I know you don't care how I look, but you didn't give me time to order anything before we married, and I've got nothing but my last winter's things to wear.' Ralph smiled.

Starting point is 03:28:22 Even his subjugated mind perceived the inconsistency of Undine's taxing him with having hastened their marriage, but her variations on the eternal feminine still enchanted him. "'We'll go wherever you please. You make every place the one place.' he said, as if he were humoring an irresistible child. "'To Switzerland, then, Celeste says San Maritz is too heavenly,' exclaimed Undine, who gathered her ideas of Europe chiefly from the conversation of her experienced attendant. "'One can be cool short of the Engadine. Why not go south again? Say to Capri.'

Starting point is 03:29:03 "'Capri? Is that the island we saw from Naples where the artists go?' She drew her brows together. It would be simply awful getting there in this heat. Well, then I know a little place in Switzerland where one can still get away from the crowd, and we can sit and look at a green waterfall, while I lie in wait for adjectives. Mr. Sprague's astonishment on learning that his son-in-law contemplated maintaining a household on the earnings of his muse was still matter for pleasantry between the pair, and one of the humours of their first weeks together had consistent.

Starting point is 03:29:38 in picturing themselves as a primeval couple, setting forth across a virgin continent, and subsisting on the adjectives, which Ralph was to trap for his epic. On this occasion, however, his wife did not take up the joke, and he remained silent while their carriage climbed the long, dusty hill to the Fontebranda gate. He had seen her face droop as he suggested the possibility of an escape from the crowds in Switzerland, and it came to him, with the sharpness of a knife-thrust, that a crowd was what she wanted, that she was sick to death of being alone with him. He sat motionless, staring ahead at the red-brown walls and towers on the steep above them. After all, there was nothing sudden in this discovery.

Starting point is 03:30:23 For weeks it had hung on the edge of consciousness, but he had turned from it with the heart's instinctive clinging to the unrealities by which it lives. Even now a hundred qualifying reasons rushed to his aid. They told him it was not of himself that Undine had wearied, but only of their present way of life. He had said a moment before, without conscious exaggeration, that her presence made any place the one place. Yet how willingly would he have consented to share in such a life

Starting point is 03:30:52 as she was leading before their marriage? And he had to acknowledge their months of desultory wandering from one remote Italian hilltop to another must have seemed as purposeless to her as balls and dinners would have been to him. An imagination like his, peopled with such varied images and associations, fed by so many currents from the long stream of human experience, could hardly picture the bareness of the small half-lit place in which his wife's spirit fluttered. Her mind was as destitute of beauty and mystery as the Prairie Schoolhouse in which she had been

Starting point is 03:31:27 educated, and her ideals seemed to Ralph as pathetic as the ornaments made of corks and cigar-bands with which her infant hands had been taught to adorn it. He was beginning to understand this, and learning to adapt himself to the narrow compass of her experience. The task of opening new windows in her mind was inspiring enough to give him infinite patience, and he would not yet own to himself that her pliancy and variety were imitative, rather than spontaneous. Meanwhile, he had no desire to sacrifice her wishes to his, and it distressed him that he dared not confess his real reason for avoiding the Engadine. The truth was that their funds were shrinking faster than he had expected. Mr. Sprague, after bluntly opposing their hastened marriage on the ground that he was not prepared at such short notice,

Starting point is 03:32:17 to make the necessary provision for his daughter, had shortly afterward, probably, as Undine observed to Ralph, in consequence of a lucky turn in the street, met their wishes with all possible liberality, bestowing on them a wedding in conformity with Mrs. Sprague's ideals and up to the highest standard of Mrs. Heaney's clippings, and pledging himself to provide Undine with an income adequate to so brilliant a beginning. It was understood that Ralph, on their return, should renounce the law for some more paying business, but this seemed the smallest of sacrifices to make for the privilege of calling Undine his wife.

Starting point is 03:32:54 And besides, he still secretly hoped that, In the interval, his real vocation might declare itself in some work which would justify his adopting the life of letters. He had assumed that Undine's allowance, with the addition of his own small income, would be enough to satisfy their needs. His own were few, and had always been within his means. But his wife's daily requirements, combined with her intermittent outbreaks of extravagance, had thrown out all his calculations, and they were already seriously exceeding their insurance. income. If anyone had prophesied before his marriage that he would find it difficult to tell this to Undine, he would have smiled at the suggestion, and during their first days together,

Starting point is 03:33:37 it had seemed as though pecuniary questions were the last likely to be raised between them. But his marital education had since made strides, and he now knew that a disregard for money may imply not the willingness to get on without it, but merely a blind confidence that it will somehow be provided. If Undine, like the lilies of the feet, took no care, it was not because her wants were as few, but because she assumed that care would be taken for her by those whose privilege it was to enable her to unite floral insuciance with Sheban elegance. She had met Ralph's first note of warning with the assurance that she didn't mean to worry,

Starting point is 03:34:15 and her tone implied that it was his business to do so for her. He certainly wanted to guard her from this as from all other cares. He wanted also, and still more passionately, after her, after the topic had once or twice recurred between them, to guard himself from the risk of judging where he still adored. These restraints to frankness kept him silent during the remainder of the drive, and when, after dinner, Undine again complained of her headache, he let her go up to her room and wandered out into the dimly lit streets to renewed communion with his problems. They hung on him insistently, as darkness fell, and Sienna grew vocal with that shrill diversity

Starting point is 03:34:55 of sounds that breaks on summer nights from every cleft of the masonry in old Italian towns. Then the moon rose, unfolding depth by depth of the lines of the antique land, and Ralph, leaning against an old brick parapet and watching each silver-blue remoteness disclose itself between the dark masses of the middle distance, felt his spirit enlarged and pacified. For the first time, as his senses thrilled to the deep touch of beauty, he asked himself if out of these floating and fugitive vibrations he might not build something concrete and stable. If even such dull common cares as now oppressed him might not become the motive power of creation. If he could only, on the spot, do something with all the accumulated spoils of the last months, something that should both put money into his pocket

Starting point is 03:35:48 and harmony into the rich confusion of his spirit. All right, all right, that must be what the whole thing means, he said to himself, with a vague clutch at some solution which should keep him a little longer hanging halfway down the steep of disenchantment. He would have stayed on, heedless of time, to trace the ramifications of his idea in the complex beauty of the scene

Starting point is 03:36:15 but for the longing to share his mood with Undine. For the last few months, every thought and sensation had been instantly transmuted into such emotional impulses, and though the currents of communication between himself and Undine were neither deep nor numerous, each fresh rush of feeling seemed strong enough to clear away to her heart. He hurried back almost breathlessly to the inn, but even as he knocked at her door,

Starting point is 03:36:40 the subtle emanation of other influences seemed to arrest and chill him. She had put out the lamp, and sat by the window in the moonlight, her head propped on a listless hand. As Marvell entered, she turned. Then, without speaking, she looked away again. He was used to this mute reception, and had learned that it had no personal motive, but was the result of an extremely simplified social code. Mr. and Mrs. Sprague seldom spoke to each other when they met, and words of greeting seemed almost unknown to their domestic vocabulary. Marvell at first had fancied that his own warmth would call forth a response from his wife, who had been so quick to learn the forms of worldly intercourse, but he soon saw that she regarded intimacy as a pretext for escaping from such forms into a total absence of expression.

Starting point is 03:37:32 Tonight, however, he felt another meaning in her silence, and perceived that she intended him to feel it. He met it by silence, but of a different kind, letting his nearness speak for him, as he knelt beside her and laid his cheek against hers. She seemed hardly aware of the gesture, but to that he was also used. She had never shown any repugnance to his tenderness, but such response as it evoked was remote and aerial-like, suggesting from the first not so much of the recoil of ignorance as the coolness of the element from which she took her name. As he pressed her to him, she seemed to grow less impassive, and he felt her resign herself like

Starting point is 03:38:15 a tired child. He held his breath, not daring to break the spell. At length, he whispered, I've just seen such a wonderful thing. I wish you'd been with me. What sort of a thing? She turned her head with a faint show of interest. Uh, I don't know. A vision. It came to me out there just now with the moonrise. A vision? Her interest flagged. never cared much about spirits. Mother used to try to drag me to seances, but they always made me sleepy. Ralph laughed. I don't mean a dead spirit, but a living one. I saw the vision of a book I mean to do. It came to me suddenly, magnificently, swooped down on me as that big white moon swooped down on the black landscape, tore at me like a great white eagle, like the bird of

Starting point is 03:39:11 Jove. After all, imagination was the eagle that devoured Prometheus. She drew away abruptly, and the bright moonlight showed him the apprehension in her face. You're not going to write a book here. He stood up and wandered away a step or two, then he turned and came back. Of course not here, wherever you want. The main point is that it's come to me. No, that it's come back to me. For it's all these months together, it's all our happiness, it's the meaning of life that I've found, and it's you, dearest, you who've given it to me. He dropped down beside her again, but she disengaged herself, and he heard a little sob in her throat. Undine, what's the matter?

Starting point is 03:40:01 Nothing? I don't know. I suppose I'm homesick. Homestick? You poor darling. You're tired of traveling. What is it? I don't know. I don't like Europe. It's not what I expected. And I think it's all too dreadfully dreary!'

Starting point is 03:40:20 The words broke from her in a long wail of rebellion. Marvell gazed at her perplexedly. It seemed strange that such unguessed thoughts should have been stirring in the heart pressed to his. It's less interesting than you expected, or less amusing? Is that it? It's dirty and ugly. All the towns we've been to are disgustingly dirty. I load the smells and the beggars.

Starting point is 03:40:48 I'm sick and tired of all the stuffy rooms in the hotels. I thought it would all be so splendid. But New York's ever so much nicer. Not New York in July. I don't care. There are the roof gardens anyway, and there are always people around. All these places seem as if they were dead.

Starting point is 03:41:07 It's like some awful cemetery!' A sense of compunction shacked Marvell's laughter. "'Don't cry, dear, don't. I see, I understand. You're lonely, and the heat has tired you out. It is dull here, awfully dull. I've been stupid not to feel it. But we'll start at once.

Starting point is 03:41:25 We'll get out of it.' She brightened instantly. "'We'll go up to Switzerland?' "'We'll go up to Switzerland.' He had a fleeting glimpse of the quiet place with the green water-fowlough, where he might have made Trist with his vision. Then he turned his mind from it and said, "'We'll go just where you want.

Starting point is 03:41:44 How soon can you be ready to start?' "'Oh, tomorrow! The first thing tomorrow! I'll make Celeste get out of bed now and pack. Can we go right through to San Maritz? I'd rather sleep in the train than in another of these awful places.' She was on her feet in a flash, her face alight, her hair waving and floating about her, as though it rose on her happy heartbeats.

Starting point is 03:42:07 Oh, Ralph, it's sweet of you, and I love you, she cried out, letting him take her to his breast. End of Chapter 11. Chapter 12 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. In the quiet place with the green waterfall, Ralph's vision might have kept faith with him, but how could he hope to surprise it in the midsummer crowds of San Maritz, Undine, at any rate, had found there what she wanted, and when he was at her side, and her radiant smile included him, every other question was in abeyance. But there were hours of solitary striding over bare, grassy slopes, face to face with the

Starting point is 03:42:57 ironic interrogation of sky and mountains, when his anxieties came back, more persistent and importunate. Sometimes they took the form of merely material difficulties. How, for instance, was he to meet the cost of their ruinous suite at the Engadine Palace, while he awaited Mr. Sprague's next remittance? And once the hotel bills were paid, what would be left for the journey back to Paris, the looming expenses there, the price of the passage to America? These questions would fling him back on the thought of his projected book, which was, after

Starting point is 03:43:32 all, to be what the masterpieces of literature had mostly been, a pot-boiler. Well, why not? Did not the worshipper always heap the rarest essences on the altar of his divinity? Ralph still rejoiced in the thought of giving back to Undine something of the beauty of their first months together. But even on his solitary walks the vision alluded him, and he could spare so few hours to its pursuit. Undine's days were crowded, and it was still a matter of course that where she went he should follow. He had risen visibly, in her opinion, since they had been absorbed into the life of the big hotels, and she had seen that his command of foreign tongues put him at an advantage even in circles where English was generally spoken, if not understood. Undine herself, hampered by her lack of languages, was soon drawn into the group of compatriots who struck the social pitch of their hotel.

Starting point is 03:44:26 Their types were familiar enough to Ralph, who had taken their measure in former wanderings, and come across their duplicates in every scene of continental idleness. Foremost among them was Mrs. Harvey Shalham, a showy Parisianized figure, with a small wax-featured husband whose ultra-fashionable clothes seemed a tribute to his wife's importance rather than the mark of his personal taste. Mr. Shalham, in fact, could not be said to have any personal bent.

Starting point is 03:44:53 Though he conversed with a colorless fluency in the principal European tongues, he seldom exercised his gift except in intercourse with her. hotel managers and head-waiters, and his long silences were broken only by resigned allusions to the enormities he had suffered at the hands of this gifted but unscrupulous class. Mrs. Shalam, though in command of but a few verbs, all of which on her lips became irregular, managed to express a polyglot personality as vivid as her husband's was effaced. Her only idea of intercourse with her kind was to organize it into bands and subjected to frequent displacements, and society smiled at her for these exertions like an infant vigorously

Starting point is 03:45:35 rocked. She saw at once Undine's value as a factor in her scheme, and the two formed an alliance on which Ralph refrained from shedding the cold light of depreciation. It was a point of honor with him not to seem to disdain any of Undine's amusements, the noisy, interminable picnics, the hot promiscuous balls, the concerts, the bridge parties, and theatricals which helped to disguise the difference between the High Alps and Paris or New York. He told himself that there is always an narcissus element in youth, and that what Andean really enjoyed was the image of her own charm, mirrored in the general admiration. With her quick perceptions and adaptabilities, she would soon learn to care more about the quality of the reflecting surface, and meanwhile no criticism of his

Starting point is 03:46:22 should mar her pleasure. The appearance at their hotel of the cavalry officer from Sienna was not a wholly agreeable surprise. But even after the handsome Marquis had been introduced to Undine and had whirled her through an evening's dances, Ralph was not seriously disturbed. Husband and wife had grown closer to each other since they had come to San Maritz, and in the brief moments she could give him, Undine was now always gay and approachable. Her fitful humours had vanished, and she showed qualities of comradeship that seemed the promise of a deeper understanding. But this very hope made him more subject to her moods, more fearful of disturbing the harmony

Starting point is 03:47:02 between them. Least of all could he broach the subject of money. He had too keen a memory of the way her lips could narrow, and her eyes turned from him, as if he were a stranger. It was a different matter that one day brought the look he feared to her face. She had announced her intention of going on an excursion with Mrs. Shalham, and three or four of the young men who formed the nucleus of their shifting circle. And, for the first time, she did not ask Ralph if he were coming. But he felt no resentment at being left out. He was tired of these noisy assaults on the high solitudes,

Starting point is 03:47:37 and the prospect of a quiet afternoon turned his thoughts to his book. Now, if ever, there seemed a chance of recapturing the moonlight vision. From his balcony he looked down on the assembling party. Mrs. Shalham was already screaming bilingly at various windows in the long facade, and Undine presently came out of the hotel with the Marquess Raviano and two young English diplomatists. Slim and tall in her trim mountain garb she made the ornate Mrs. Shalham look like a piece of ambulant upholstery. The high air brightened her cheeks and struck new lights from her hair, and Ralph had never seen her so touched with morning freshness.

Starting point is 03:48:16 The party was not yet complete, and he felt a movement of annoyance when he recognized, in the last person to join it, a Russian lady of Cosmopolitan notoriety, whom he had run across in his unmarried days, and as to whom he had already warned Dundeen. Knowing what strange specimens from the depths slipped through the wide meshes of the watering place world, he had foreseen that a meeting with the Baroness Adelsheim was inevitable, but he had not expected her to become one of his wife's intimate circle. When the excursionists had started, he turned back to his writing-table and tried to take take up his work, but he could not fix his thoughts. They were far away, in pursuit of Undine.

Starting point is 03:48:57 He had been but five months married, and it seemed, after all, rather soon for him to be dropped out of such excursions as unquestioningly as poor Harvey Shalham. He smiled away this first twinge of jealousy, but the irritation it left found a pretext in his displeasure at Undine's choice of companions. Mrs. Shalham grated on his taste, but she was as open to inspection as a shop window, and he was sure that time would teach his wife the cheapness of what she had to show. Raviano and the Englishmen were well enough, too, frankly bent on amusement, but pleasant and well-bred. But they would naturally take their tone from the women they were with, and Madame Adelsheim's tone was notorious. He also knew that Undine's faculty of self-defense was weakened by the instinct

Starting point is 03:49:44 of adapting herself to whatever company she was in, of copying the others in speech and gesture as closely she reflected them in dress, and he was disturbed by the thought of what her ignorance might expose her to. She came back late, flushed with her long walk, her face all sparkle and mystery, as he had seen it in the first days of their courtship, and the look somehow revived his irritated sense of having been intentionally left out of the party. "'You've been gone forever. Was it the Adelsheim who made you go such lengths?' he asked her, trying to keep to his

Starting point is 03:50:19 usual joking tone. Undine, as she dropped down on the sofa and unpinned her hat, shed on him the light of her guileless gaze. I don't know. Everybody was amusing. The Marquis is awfully bright. I'd no idea you or Bertha Shalom knew Madame Adelshine well enough to take her off with you in that way.

Starting point is 03:50:40 Undine sat, absently smoothing the tuft of glossy cocks feathers in her hat. I don't see that you've got to know people particularly well to go for a walk with them, the bareness is awfully bright, too. She always gave her acquaintances their titles, seeming not in this respect to have noticed that a simpler form prevailed. I don't dispute the interest of what she says, but I've told you what decent people think of what she does,' Ralph retorted, exasperated by what seemed a willful pretense of ignorance.

Starting point is 03:51:13 She continued to scrutinize him with her clear eyes, in which there was no shadow of offense. You mean they don't want to go round with her? You're mistaken. It's not true. She goes round with everybody. She dined last night with the Grand Duchess. Robiano told me so. This was not calculated to make Ralph take a more tolerant view of the question. Does he also tell you what's said of her? What's said of her? Undine's limpid glance rebuked him. Do you mean that disgusting scandal you told me about? Do you see that disgusting scandal you told me about? Do you Suppose I'd let him talk to me about such things? I meant your mistake in about her social position.

Starting point is 03:51:53 He says she goes everywhere. Ralph laughed impatiently. No doubt Raviano's an authority, but it doesn't happen to be his business to choose your friends for you. Andine echoed his laugh. Well, I guess I don't need anybody to do that. I can do it myself, she said, with the good-humored curtness that was the habitual note of intercourse with the sprags.

Starting point is 03:52:15 Ralph sat down beside her and laid a caressing touch on her shoulder. "'No, you can't, you foolish child. You know nothing of this society you're in, of its antecedents, its rules, its conventions, and it's my affair to look after you and warn you when you're on the wrong track.' "'Mercy! What a solemn speech!' She shrugged away his hand without ill-temper.

Starting point is 03:52:40 "'I don't believe an American woman needs to know such a lot about their old rules. They can see I mean to follow my own. And if they don't like it, they needn't go with me. Oh, they'll go with you fast enough, as you call it. They'll be too charmed to. The question is how far they'll make you go with them, and where they'll finally land you. She tossed her head back with the movement she had learned

Starting point is 03:53:04 in speaking school pieces about freedom and the British tyrant. No one's ever yet gone any farther with me than I wanted, she declared. She was really exquisitely simple. I'm not sure Roviano hasn't, in vouching for Madame Adelsheim, but he probably thinks you know about her. To him this isn't society any more than the people in an omnibus are. Society to everybody here means the sanction of their own special group and of the corresponding groups elsewhere.

Starting point is 03:53:35 The Adelshine goes about in a place like this because it's nobody's business to stop her, but the women who tolerate her here would drop her like a shock, if she set foot on their own ground. The thoughtful air with which Undine heard him out made him fancy this argument had carried, and as he ended she threw him a bright look. Well, that's easy enough. I can drop her if she comes to New York.

Starting point is 03:53:59 Ralph sat silent for a moment. Then he turned away, and began to gather up his scattered pages. Undine, in the ensuing days, was no less often with Madame Adelsheim, and Ralph suspected a challenge. in her open frequentation of the lady. But if challenge there were, he let it lie. Whether his wife saw more or less of Madame Adelsheim seemed no longer of much consequence. She had so amply

Starting point is 03:54:26 shown him her ability to protect herself. The pang lay in the completeness of the proof, in the perfect functioning of her instinct of self-preservation. For the first time he was face to face with his hovering dread. He was judging where he still adored. Before long, more pressing cares absorbed him. He had already begun to watch the post for his father-in-law's monthly remittance, without precisely knowing how, even with its aid, he was to bridge the Gulf of expense between San Maritz and New York. The non-arrival of Mr. Sprague's check was productive of graver fears, and these were abruptly confirmed when, coming in one afternoon, he found Undine crying over a letter from her mother.

Starting point is 03:55:09 Her distress made him fear that Mr. Sprague was ill, and he drew her to him soothingly, but she broke away with an impatient movement. Oh, they're all well enough, but father's lost a lot of money. He's been speculating, and he can't send us anything for at least three months. Ralph murmured reassuringly, as long as there's no one ill. But in reality, he was following her despairing gaze down the long perspective of their barren quarter. "'Three months! Three months!' "'Undine dried her eyes and sat with lips set and tapping foot

Starting point is 03:55:48 while he read her mother's letter. "'Your poor father. It's a hard knock for him. "'I'm sorry,' he said as he handed it back. "'For a moment she did not seem to hear, "'then she said between her teeth, "'it's hard for us. "'I suppose now we'll have to go straight home.' He looked at her with wonder.

Starting point is 03:56:11 If that were all, in any case, I should have to be back in a few weeks. But we needn't have left here in August. It's the first place in Europe that I've liked, and it's just my luck to be dragged away from it. I'm so awfully sorry, dearest. It's my fault persuading you to marry a pauper. It's father's fault. Why on earth do he go and speculate?

Starting point is 03:56:34 There's no use his saying he's sorry now. She sat brooding for a moment, and then suddenly took Ralph's hand. "'Couldn't your people do something? Help us out just this once, I mean?' He flushed to the forehead. It seemed inconceivable that she should make such a suggestion. I couldn't ask them. It's not possible. My grandfather does as much as he can for me, and my mother has nothing but what he gives her. Undine seemed unconscious of his embarrassment. He doesn't give us nearly a as much as father does," she said.

Starting point is 03:57:11 And as Ralph remained silent, she went on. Couldn't you ask your sister, then? I must have some clothes to go home in. His heart contracted as he looked at her. What sinister change came over her when her will was crossed. She seemed to grow inaccessible, implacable. Her eyes were like the eyes of an enemy. I don't know.

Starting point is 03:57:35 I'll see, he said, rising and moving away from her. At that moment the touch of her hand was repugnant. Yes, he might ask Laura, no doubt, and whatever she had would be his. But the necessity was bitter to him, and And Andine's unconsciousness of the fact hurt him more than her indifference to her father's misfortune. What hurt him most was the curious fact that, for all her light irresponsibility, it was always she who made the practical suggestion. hit the nail of expediency on the head. No sentimental scruple made the blow waver or deflected her resolute aim. She had thought at once of Laura, and Laura was his only, his inevitable resource.

Starting point is 03:58:21 His anxious mind pictured his sister's wonder, and made him wince under the sting of Henley Fairford's irony. Fairford, who at the time of the marriage had sat silent and pulled his mustache while everyone else argued and objected, yet under whose silence Ralph had felt a deeper protest than under all the reasoning of the others. It was no comfort to reflect that Fairford would probably continue to say nothing. But necessity made light of these twinges, and Ralph set his teeth and cabled. Undine's chief surprise seemed to be that Laura's response, though immediate and generous, did not enable them to stay on at San Maritz. But she apparently read in her husband's look the uselessness of such a hope, for with one of the sudden

Starting point is 03:59:06 changes of mood that still disarmed him, she accepted the need of departure, and took leave philosophically of the shallams and their band. After all, Paris was ahead, and in September one would have a chance to see the new models and surprise the secret counsels of the dressmakers. Ralph was astonished at the tenacity with which she held to her purpose. He tried when they reached Paris to make her feel the necessity of starting at once for home. But she complained of fatigue and a feeling vaguely unwell, and he had to yield to her desire for rest. The word, however, was to strike him as strangely misapplied, for from the day of their arrival she was in a state of perpetual activity. She seemed to have mastered her Paris

Starting point is 03:59:50 by divination, and between the bounds of the boulevards and the Place von Dom, she moved at once with supernatural ease. "'Of course,' she explained to him, "'I understand how little we've got to be. to spend, but I left New York without a rag, and it was you who made me countermand my trousseau instead of having it sent after us. I wish now I hadn't listened to you. Father had to pay for that before he lost his money. As it is, it'll be cheaper in the end for me to pick up a few things here. The advantage of going to the French dressmakers is that they'll wait twice as long for their money as the people at home. And they're all crazy

Starting point is 04:00:26 to dress me. Bertha Shalham will tell you so. She says no one ever had such a chance. That's why I was willing to come to this stuffy little hotel. I wanted to save every scrap I could to get a few decent things. And over here they're accustomed to being bargained with. You ought to see how I've beaten them down. Have you any idea what a dinner dress costs in New York?' So it went on, obtusely and persistently, whenever he tried to sound the note of prudence. But on other themes she was more than usually responsive. Paris enchanted her, and they had delightful hours at the theatres, the little ones, amusing dinners at fashionable restaurants,

Starting point is 04:01:07 and reckless evenings in haunts where she thrilled with simple glee at the thought of what she must so obviously be taken for. All these familiar diversions regained, for Ralph, a fresh zest in her company. Her innocence, her high spirits, her astonishing comments and credulities, renovated the old Parisian adventure and flung a veil of romance over its hackneyed scenes. Beheld through such a medium, the future looked less near and implacable, and Ralph, when he had received a reassuring letter from his sister, let his conscience sleep, and slipped forth on the high tide of pleasure. After all, in New York, amusements would be fewer, and their

Starting point is 04:01:47 life, for a time, perhaps more quiet. Moreover, Ralph's dim glimpses of Mr. Sprague's past suggested that the latter was likely to be on his feet again at any moment, and atoning by redoubled prodigalities for his temporary straits. And beyond all these possibilities there was the book to be written, the book on which Ralph was sure he should get a real hold as soon as they settled down in New York. Meanwhile, the daily cost of living and the bills that could not be deferred were eating deep into Laura's subsidy. Ralph's anxieties returned, and his plight was brought home to him with a shock, when on going one day to engage passages, he learned that the prices were that of the rush season, and one of the conditions, immediate payment. At other times he was told

Starting point is 04:02:34 the rules were easier, but in September and October, no exception could be made. As he walked away with this fresh weight on his mind, he caught sight of the strolling figure of Peter van Degen, Peter lounging and luxuriant among the seductions of the boulevard with the disgusting ease of a man whose wants are all measured by money, and who always has enough to gratify them. His present sense of these advantages revealed itself in the affability of his greeting to Ralph, and in his offhand request that the latter should, look up Claire, who had come over with him to get her winter finery. She's motoring to Italy next week with some of her long-haired friends, but I'm off for the other side, going back on the sorceress. She's just been overhauled

Starting point is 04:03:18 at Greenock, and we ought to have a good spin over. Better come along with me. old man. The sorceress was Van Degen's steam yacht, most huge and complicated of her kind. It was his habit, after his semi-annual flights to Paris and London, to take a joyous company back on her, and let Claire return by steamer. The character of these parties made the invitation almost an offence to Ralph, but reflecting that it was probably a phrase distributed to every acquaintance when Van Degan was in a rosy mood, he merely answered, much obliged, my dear fellow, But And Dean and I are sailing immediately. Peter's glassy eye grew livelier.

Starting point is 04:03:57 Ah, to be sure you're not over the honeymoon yet. How's the bride? Stunning as ever? My regards to her, please. I suppose she's too deep in dressmaking to be called on. Don't you forget to look up, Claire? He hurried on in pursuit of a flitting petticoat, and Ralph continued his walk home.

Starting point is 04:04:16 He prolonged it a little in order to put off telling Undine of his plight, for he could devise only one way of meeting the cost of the voyage, and that was to take it at once, and thus curtail their Parisian expenses. But he knew how unwelcome this plan would be, and he shrank the more from seeing Undine's face harden, since of late he had so basked in its brightness. When at last he entered the little salon she called stuffy,

Starting point is 04:04:42 he found her in conference with a blonde, bearded gentleman who wore the red ribbon in his lapel, and who on Ralph's appearance, and at a sign, as it appeared from Mrs. Marvell, swept into his note-case some small objects that had lain on the table, and bowed himself out with a, Madame, monsieur, worthy of the highest traditions. Ralph looked after him with amusement.

Starting point is 04:05:06 Who's your friend? An ambassador, or tailor? Undine was rapidly slipping on her rings, which, as he saw now, had also been scattered over the table. Oh, it was only that jeweller I told you about, The one Bertha Shalom goes to. A jeweler? Good heavens, my poor girl. You're buying jewels?

Starting point is 04:05:27 The extravagance of the idea struck a laugh from him. Undine's face did not harden. It took on instead an almost deprecating look. Of course not. How silly you are. I only wanted a few old things reset. But I won't if you'd rather not. She came to him and sat down at his side,

Starting point is 04:05:47 laying her hand on his arm. He took the hand up and looked at the deep gleam of the sapphires in the old family ring he had given her. "'You won't have that reset,' he said, smiling and twisting the ring about on her finger. Then he went on with his thankless explanation. "'It's not that I don't want you to do this or that. It's simply that for the moment we're rather strapped. I've just been to see the steamer people, and our passages will cost a good deal more than I thought.' He mentioned the sum, and the fact that he must be able to see the steamer people.

Starting point is 04:06:17 some, and the fact that he must give an answer the next day. Would she consent to sail that very Saturday, or should they go a fortnight later, in a slow boat from Plymouth? Undine frowned on both alternatives. She was an indifferent sailor, and shrank from the possible nastiness of the cheaper boat. She wanted to get the voyage over as quickly and luxuriously as possible. Bertha Shalham had told her that in a deck suite no one need be seasick, but she wanted still more to have another week or two of Paris, and it was always hard to make her see why circumstances could not be bent to her wishes. "'This week? But how on earth can I be ready? Besides, we're dining at Engheim with the shallams on Saturday, and motoring to Chantilly with the Jim Driscolls

Starting point is 04:07:03 on Sunday. I can't imagine how you thought we could go this week.' But she still opposed the cheap steamer, and after they had carried the question on to Voisin's, and there unprofitably discussed it through a long luncheon, it seemed no nearer solution. Well, think it over. Let me know this evening, Ralph said, proportioning the waiters' fee to a bill unburdened by Undine's reckless choice of primers. His wife was to join the newly arrived Mrs. Shalham in a round of the Rue de la Pais, and he had seized the opportunity of slipping off to a classical performance at the Francais. On their arrival in Paris, he had taken Undine to one of these entertainments, but it left her too weary and puzzled for him to renew the attempt,

Starting point is 04:07:48 and he had not found time to go back without her. He was glad now to shed his cares in such an atmosphere. The play was of the greatest, the interpretation that of the vanishing grand manner which lived in his first memories of the Parisian stage, and his surrender such influences as complete as in his early days. Caught up in the fiery chariot of art, he felt once more the tug of its coursers in his muscles, and the rush of their flight still throbbed in him when he walked back late to the hotel. End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13

Starting point is 04:08:27 Of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. He had expected to find Undine still out, but on the stairs he crossed Mrs. Shalham, who threw at him from under an immense hat brim. "'Yes, she's in, but you'd better come and have tea with me at the Lux. I don't think husbands are wanted.' Ralph laughingly rejoined that that was just the moment for them to appear, and Mrs. Shalham swept on, crying back,

Starting point is 04:09:01 "'All the same, I'll wait for you.' In the sitting-room, Ralph found Undine seated behind a tea-table, on the other side of which, in an attitude of easy intimacy, Peter Van Degan stretched his lounging length. He did not move on Ralph's appearance, no doubt thinking their kinship close enough to make his nod and, Hello, a sufficient greeting. Peter in intimacy was given to miscalculations of the sort,

Starting point is 04:09:31 and Ralph's first movement was to glance at Undine and see how it affected her. But her eyes gave out the vivid rays that noise and banter always struck from them. Her face at such moments was like, like a theater with all the lustres blazing. That the illumination should have been kindled by his cousin's husband was not precisely agreeable to Marvell, who thought Peter a bore in society and an insufferable nuisance on closer terms. But he was becoming blunted to Undine's lack of discrimination, and his own treatment of Van Degen was always tempered by his sympathy for Claire. He therefore listened with apparent good-humor to Peter's

Starting point is 04:10:13 of an evening at a Petit Theatre with the Harvey Shalams, and joined in the laugh with which Undine declared, Oh, Ralph won't go. He only likes the theatres where they walk around in bath towels and talk poetry. Isn't that what you've just been seeing? she added, with a turn of the neck that shed her brightness on him. What? One of those five-barrelled shows at the Francie? Great Scott, Ralph. No wonder your wife's pining for the Follie Berger. "'She needn't, my dear fellow. "'We never interfere with each other's vices.' "'Peter, unsolicited, was comfortably lighting a cigarette.

Starting point is 04:10:53 "'Ah, there's the secret of domestic happiness. "'Marry somebody who likes all the things you don't, "'and make love to somebody who likes all the things you do.' "'Undine laughed appreciatively. "'Only it dooms poor Ralph to such awful frumps. "'Can't you see the sort of woman "'who'd love his sort of play?' "'Oh, I can see her fast enough. My wife loves them,' said their visitor, rising with a grin,

Starting point is 04:11:22 while Ralph threw out. So don't waste your pity on me.' And Undine's laugh had the slight note of asperity that the mention of Claire always elicited. "'Tomorrow night, then, at Paiards,' Van Degan concluded. "'And about the other business, that ago, too. I leave it to you to settle the date.' The nod and laugh they exchanged seemed to hint at depths of collusion from which Ralph was pointedly excluded, and he wondered how large a program of pleasure they had already had time to sketch out. He disliked the idea of Undine's being too frequently seen with Van Degen, whose Parisian reputation was not fortified by the connections that propped it up in New York. But he did not want to interfere with her pleasure, and he was still wondering what to say, when, as the door closed, she turned to him gaily.

Starting point is 04:12:16 "'I'm so glad you've come. I've got some news for you.' She laid a light touch on his arm. Touch and tone were enough to disperse his anxieties, and he answered that he was in luck to find her already in when he had supposed to engage, over a Nouveau-Lux tea-table, in repairing the afternoon's ravages. Oh, I didn't shop much. I didn't stay out long. She raised a kindling face to him.

Starting point is 04:12:44 And what do you think I've been doing? While you were sitting in your stuffy old theatre, worrying about the money I was spending. Oh, you needn't fib, I know you were. I was saving you hundreds and thousands. I've saved you the price of our passage. Ralph laughed in pure enjoyment of her beauty, when she shone on him like,

Starting point is 04:13:06 that, what did it matter what nonsense she talked. You wonderful woman, how did you do it, by countermanding a tiara? You know I'm not such a fool as you pretend? She held him at arm's length, with a nod of joyous mystery. You'll simply never guess. I've made Peter Van Deegan ask us to go home on the sorceress. What do you say to that? She flashed it out on a laugh of triumph, without appearance.

Starting point is 04:13:36 to have a doubt of the effect the announcement would produce. Ralph stared at her. The sorceress. You made him? Well, I managed it. I worked him round to it. He's crazy about the idea now, but I don't think he'd thought of it before he came.

Starting point is 04:13:54 I should say not, Ralph ejaculated. He would never have had the cheek to think of it. Well, I've made him anyhow. Did you ever know such luck? Such luck? He groaned at her obstinate innocence. Do you suppose I'll let you cross the ocean on the sorceress?

Starting point is 04:14:14 She shrugged impatiently. You say that because your cousin doesn't go on her. If she doesn't, it's because it's no place for decent women. It's Clare's fault if it isn't. Everybody knows she's crazy about you, and she makes him feel it. That's why he takes up with other women. Her anger reddened her cheeks and dropped her brows like a black woman. bar above her glowing eyes. Even in his recoil from what she said, Ralph felt the tempestuous

Starting point is 04:14:42 heat of her beauty. But for the first time his latent resentments rose in him, and he gave her back wrath for wrath. "'Is that the precious stuff he tells you?' "'Do you suppose I had to wait for him to tell me? Everybody knows it. Everybody in New York, you knew she was wild when you married. That's why she's always been so nasty to me. If you won't go on the sorceress, they'll all say it's because she was jealous of me and wouldn't let you.' Ralph's indignation had already flickered down to disgust.

Starting point is 04:15:14 Undine was no longer beautiful. She seemed to have the face of her thoughts. He stood up with an impatient laugh. "'Is that another of his arguments? I don't wonder they're convincing.' But as quickly as it had come, the sneer dropped, yielding to a wave of pity, the vague impulse to silence and protect her.

Starting point is 04:15:35 How could he have given way to the provocation of her weakness, when his business was to defend her from it and lift her above it? He recalled his old dreams of saving her from Van Deganism. It was not thus that he had imagined the rescue. Don't let's pay Peter the compliment of squabbling over him, he said, turning away to pour himself a cup of tea. When he had filled his cup, he sat down beside Undine with a smile. No doubt he was joking, and thought you were. But if you really made him believe we might go with him, you'd better drop him a line. Andine's brow still gloomed. You refuse, then?

Starting point is 04:16:17 Refuse. I don't need to. Do you want to succeed to half the chorus world of New York? They won't be on board with us, I suppose. The echoes of their conversation will. It's the only language Peter knows. He told me he longed for the influence. of a good woman?' She checked herself, reddening at Ralph's laugh.

Starting point is 04:16:39 "'Well, tell him to apply again when he's been under it a month or two. Meanwhile, we'll stick to the liners.' Ralph was beginning to learn that the only road to her reason lay through her vanity, and he fancied that if she could be made to see Van Degan as an object of ridicule, she might give up the idea of the sorceress of her own accord. But her will hardened slowly under his joking opposition, and she became no less formidable as she grew more calm. He was used to women who, in such cases,

Starting point is 04:17:10 yielded as a matter of course to masculine judgments. If one pronounced a man, not decent, the question was closed. But it was Undine's habit to ascribe all interference with her plans to personal motives, and he could see that she attributed his opposition to the furtive machinations of poor Claire. It was odious to him to prolong the discussion, for the accent of recrimination was the one he most dreaded on her lips. But the moment came when he had to take the brunt of it, averting his thoughts as best he might,

Starting point is 04:17:41 from the glimpse it gave of a world of mean familiarities, of reprisals drawn from the vulgarest of vocabularies. Certain retorts sped through the air like the flight of household utensils. Certain charges rang out like accusations of tampering with the groceries. He stiffened himself against such comparisons, but they stuck in his imagination, and left him thankful when Undine's anger yielded to a burst of tears. He had held his own, and gained his point. The trip on the sorceress was given up, and an oath of withdrawal dispatched to Van Degen.

Starting point is 04:18:16 But at the same time, Ralph cabled to his sister to ask if she could increase her loan. For he had conquered only at the cost of a concession. Undine was to stay in Paris till October, and they were to sail on a first. fast steamer in a deck suite, like the Harvey Shalams. Undine's ill humor was soon dispelled by any new distraction, and she gave herself to the untroubled enjoyment of Paris. The Shalams were the center of a like-minded group, and in the hours the ladies could spare from their dressmakers the restaurant shook with their hilarity, and the suburbs with the shriek of their motors. Van Degen, who had postponed

Starting point is 04:18:56 his sailing, was a frequent sharer in these amusements, but Routher. counted on New York influences to detach him from Undine's train. He was learning to influence her through her social instincts, where he had once tried to appeal to other sensibilities. His worst moment came when he went to see Claire Van Deegan, who, on the eve of departure, had begged him to come to her hotel. He found her less restless and rattling than usual, with a look in her eyes that reminded him of the days when she had haunted his thoughts. The visit passed off without vain return to the past, but as he was leaving, she surprised him by saying, "'Don't let Peter make a goose of your wife.'

Starting point is 04:19:37 Ralph reddened, but laughed. Oh, Undine's wonderfully able to defend herself, even against such seductions as Peters.' Mrs. Van Degan looked down with a smile at the bracelets on her thin brown wrist. His personal seductions, yes, but as an inventor of amusements, he's a man. inexhaustible, and Undine likes to be amused. Ralph made no reply, but showed no annoyance. He simply took her hand and kissed it as he said goodbye, and she turned from him without audible farewell. As the day of departure approached, Undine's absorption in her dresses almost precluded the thought of amusement. Early and late she was closeted with fitters and

Starting point is 04:20:21 Packers, even the competent Celeste not being trusted to handle the treasures now pouring in, and Ralph cursed his weakness in not restraining her, and then fled for solace to museums and galleries. He could not rouse in her any scruple about incurring fresh debts, yet he knew she was no longer unaware of the value of money. She had learned to bargain, pare down prices, evade fees, browbeat the small tradespeople and wheedle concessions from the great. not, as Ralph perceived, from any effort to restrain her expenses, but only to prolong and intensify the pleasure of spending. Pained by the trait, he tried to laugh her out of it. He told her once that she had a miserly hand, showing her in proof that for all their softness

Starting point is 04:21:09 the fingers would not bend back, or the pink palm open. But she retorted a little sharply that it was no wonder, since she'd heard nothing talked of since their marriage but economy. And this left him without any answer. So the purveyors continued to mount to their apartment, and Ralph, in the course of his frequent nights from it, found himself always dodging the corners of black glazed boxes and swaying pyramids of pasteboard, always lifting his hat to sidling milliner's girls,

Starting point is 04:21:39 or facing himself before slender vandeuses, floating by in a mist of a popinax. He felt incompetent to pronounce on the needs to which these visitors ministered, But the reappearance among them of the blonde-bearded jeweler gave him ground for fresh fears. Undine had assured him that she had given up the idea of having her ornaments reset, and there had been ample time for their return. But on his questioning her, she explained that there had been delays and bothers, and put him in the wrong by asking ironically if he supposed she was buying things,

Starting point is 04:22:13 for pleasure, when she knew as well as he that there wasn't any money to pay for them. But his thoughts were not all dark. Undine's moods still infected him, and when she was happy he felt an answering lightness. Even when her amusements were too primitive to be shared, he could enjoy their reflection in her face. Only as he looked back he was struck by the evanescence, the lack of substance, in their moments of sympathy, and by the permanent marks left by each breach between them. Yet he still fancied that some day the balance might be reversed, and that as she

Starting point is 04:22:49 acquired a finer sense of values, the depths in her would find a voice. Something of this was in his mind, when the afternoon before their departure, he came home to help her with their last arrangements. She had begged him for the day to leave her alone in their cramped salon, into which belated bundles were still pouring, and it was nearly dark when he returned. The evening before she had seemed pale and nervous, and at the last moment had excused herself from dining with the shallams at a suburban restaurant. It was so unlike her to miss any opportunity of the kind that Ralph had felt a little anxious. But with the arrival of the Packers, she was afoot and in command again, and he withdrew submissively,

Starting point is 04:23:30 as Mr. Sprag, in the early apex days, might have fled from the spring storm of house cleaning. When he entered the sitting room, he found it still in disorder. Every chair was hidden under scattered dresses, tissue paper surged from the yawning trunks, and prone among her heaped-up finery, Undine lay with closed eyes on the sofa. She raised her head as he entered, and then turned listlessly away. My poor girl, what's the matter? Haven't they finished yet? Instead of answering, she pressed her face into the cushion, and began to sob. The violence of her weeping shook her hair down on her shoulders, and her hands, clenching the arm of the sofa, pressed it away from her, as if any contact, were insufferable. Ralph bent over her an alarm. Why, what's wrong, dear,

Starting point is 04:24:21 what's happened? Her fatigue of the previous evening came back to him, a puzzled, hunted look in her eyes, and with the memory a vague wonder revived. He had fancied himself fairly disencumbered of the stalk formulas about the hallowing effects of motherhood, and there were many reasons for not the news he suspected she had to give, but the woman a man loves is always a special case, and everything was different that befell Undine. If this was what had befallen her, it was wonderful and divine, for the moment that was all he felt. "'Dear, tell me what's the matter?' he pleaded. She sobbed on unheedingly, and he waited for her agitation to subside. He shrank from the phrases

Starting point is 04:25:06 considered appropriate to the situation, but he wanted to hold her close and give her the depth of his heart in a long kiss. Suddenly she sat upright and turned a desperate face on him. Why on earth are you staring at me like that? Anybody can see what's the matter? He winced at her tone, but managed to get one of her hands in his, and they stayed thus in silence, eye to eye. Are you as sorry as all that? He began at length. He began at length. conscious of the flatness of his voice. Sorry? Sorry?

Starting point is 04:25:42 I'm... I'm... She snatched her hand away and went on weeping. But Undine, dearest, by and by you'll feel differently. I know you will. Differently? Differently? When?

Starting point is 04:25:59 In a year? It takes a year. A whole year out of life. What do I care how I shall feel in a year? The chill of her tone struck in. This was more than a revolt of the nerves. It was a settled, a reasoned resentment. Ralph found himself groping for extenuations, evasions, anything to put a little warmth into her.

Starting point is 04:26:24 Who knows? Perhaps after all it's a mistake. There was no answering light in her face. She turned her head from him wearily. Don't you think, dear, that you may be mistaken? "'Mestaken? How on earth can I be mistaken?' "'Even in that moment of confusion, he was struck by the cold competence of her tone, and wondered how she could be so sure. "'You mean you've asked? You've consulted?'

Starting point is 04:26:54 The irony of it took him by the throat. They were the very words he might have spoken in some miserable secret colloquy, the words he was speaking to his wife. She repeated dully, I know I'm not mistaken. There was another long silence. Undine lay still, her eyes shut, drumming on the arm of the sofa with a restless hand. The other lay cold in Ralph's clasp, and through it there gradually stole to him the benumbing influence of the thought she was thinking,

Starting point is 04:27:27 the sense of the approach of illness, anxiety, and expense, and of the general unnecessary disorganization of of their lives." "'That's all you feel, then?' he asked at length, a little bitterly, as if to disguise from himself the hateful fact that he felt it, too. He stood up and moved away. "'That's all,' he repeated. "'Why, what else do you expect me to feel? I feel horribly ill if that's what you want.'

Starting point is 04:27:58 He saw the sobs trembling up through her again. "'Poor dear. Poor girl, I'm so sorry, so dreadfully sorry." The senseless reiteration seemed to exasperate her. He knew it by the quiver that ran through her like the promontory ripple on smooth water before the coming of the wind. She turned about on him and jumped to her feet. Sorry.

Starting point is 04:28:23 You're sorry. You're sorry! By what earthly difference will it make to you? She drew back a few steps and lifted her slender arms from her sides Look at me see how I look how I'm going to look You won't hate yourself more and more every morning when you get up and see yourself in the glass Your life's going on just as usual But what's mine going to be for months and months and just as I'd been to all this bother

Starting point is 04:28:56 Fagging myself to death about all these things Her tragic gesture swept the disordered room. Just as I thought I was going home to enjoy myself and look nice and see people again and have a little pleasure after all our worries! She dropped back on the sofa with another burst of tears. For all the good this rubbish will do me now! I loathe the very sight of it! She sobbed with her face in her hands.

Starting point is 04:29:27 End of Chapter 13. Chapter 14 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. It was one of the distinctions of Mr. Claude Walsingham Popple that his studio was never too much encumbered with the attributes of his art to permit the installing, in one of its cushioned corners, of an elaborately furnished tea table, flanked by the most varied seductions in sandwiches and pastry. Mr. Popple, like all great men, had at first had his ups and downs, but his reputation had been permanently established by the verdict of a wealthy patron, who, returning from an excursion into other fields of portraiture, had given it as the final fruit of his experience that Popple was the only man who could do pearls. To sitters for whom this was of the first consequence, it was another of the artist's merits that he always subordinated art to elegance, in

Starting point is 04:30:32 life as well as in his portraits. The messy element of production was no more visible in his expensively screened and tapestried studio than its results were perceptible in his painting. And it was often said in praise of his work that he was the only artist who kept his studio tidy enough for a lady to sit to him in a new dress. Mr. Popple, in fact, held that the personality of the artist should at all times be dissembled behind that of the man. It was his opinion that the essence of good breeding lay in tossing off a picture as easily as you lit a cigarette. Ralph Marvell had once said of him that when he began a portrait, he always turned back his cuffs and said, "'Ladies and gentlemen, you can see there's absolutely nothing here.'

Starting point is 04:31:18 And Mrs. Fairford supplemented the description by defining his painting as chafing-dish art. On a certain late afternoon of December, some four years after Mr. Popple's first meeting with Miss Undine sprag of apex, even the symbolic chafing-dish was nowhere visible in his studio. The only evidence of its recent activity being the full-length portrait of Mrs. Ralph Marvell, who, from her lofty easel and her heavily garlanded frame, faced the doorway with the air of having been invited to receive for Mr. Popple. The artist himself, becomingly clad in mouse-colored velveteen, had just turned away from the picture to hover above the teacups. But his play, had been taken by the considerably broader bulk of Mr. Peter Van Deegan, who, tightly

Starting point is 04:32:05 molded into a coat of the latest cut, stood before the portrait in the attitude of a first arrival. "'Yes, it's good. It's damn good, Pop. You've hit the hair off rippingly. But the pearls ain't big enough,' he pronounced. A slight laugh sounded from the raised dais behind the easel. "'Of course they're not. But it's not his fault, poor man. He didn't give them to me?" As she spoke, Mrs. Ralph Marvell rose from a monumental gilt armchair of pseudo-Vinician design and swept her long draperies to Van Degen's side.

Starting point is 04:32:42 He might, then, for the privilege of painting you. The latter rejoined, transferring his bulging stare from the counterfeit to the original. His eyes rested on Mrs. Marvell's in what seemed a quick exchange of understanding. Then they passed on to a critical inspection of her person. He was dressed for the sitting in something faint and shining, above which the long curves of her neck looked dead white in the cold light of the studio, and her hair, all a shadowless rosy gold, was starred with a hard glitter of diamonds. "'The privilege of painting me?

Starting point is 04:33:18 Mercy, I have to pay for being painted. He'll tell you he's giving me the picture, but what do you suppose this cost?' She laid a fingertip on her shimmering dress. Van Degan's eye rested on her with cold enjoyment. Does the price come higher than the dress? She ignored the illusion. Of course what they charge is for the cut. What they cut away?

Starting point is 04:33:43 That's what they ought to charge for, ain't it, Pop? Undine took this with cool disdain, but Mr. Popple's sensibilities were offended. My dear Peter, really, the artist you understand sees all this as a pure question of color, of pattern, and it's a point of honor with the man to steal himself against the personal seduction. Mr. Van Degen received this protest with a sound of almost vulgar derision, but Undine thrilled agreeably under the glance which her portrayer cast on her.

Starting point is 04:34:14 She was flattered by Van Degan's notice and thought his impertinence witty, but she glowed inwardly at Mr. Popple's eloquence. After more than three years of social experience, she still thought he spoke beautifully. like the hero of a novel, and she ascribed to jealousy the lack of seriousness with which her husband's friends regarded him. His conversation struck her as intellectual, and his eagerness to have her share his thoughts was in flattering contrast to Ralph's growing tendency to keep his to himself. Popple's homage seemed the subtlest proof of what Ralph could have made of her if he had really understood her. It was but another step to ascribe all her past mistakes to the lack of such understanding, and the satisfaction derived from this thought

Starting point is 04:35:00 had once impelled her to tell the artist that he alone knew how to rouse her higher self. He had assured her that the memory of her words would thereafter hallow his life, and as he hinted that it had been stained by the darkest errors, she was moved at the thought of the purifying influence she exerted. Thus it was that a man should talk to a true woman, but how few whom she had known possessed the secret?

Starting point is 04:35:24 Ralph, in the first months of their marriage, had been eloquent, too, had even gone the length of quoting poetry. But he disconcerted her by his baffling twists and strange illusions. She always scented ridicule in the unknown, and the poets he quoted were esoteric and abstruse. Mr. Popple's rhetoric was drawn from more familiar sources, and abounded in favorite phrases and in moving reminiscences of the fifth reader. He was, moreover, as literary as he was artistic, possessing an unequaled acquaintance with contemporary fiction, and dipping even into the lighter type of memoirs,

Starting point is 04:36:03 in which the old acquaintances of history are served up in the disguise of a royal sorceress or a passion in a palace. The mastery with which Mr. Popple discussed the novel of the day, especially in relation to the sensibilities of its hero and heroine, gave Undine a sense of intellectual activity, which contrasted strikingly with Marvell's flippant estimate of such works. Passion, the artist implied, would have been the dominant note of his life, had it not been held in check by a sentiment of exalted chivalry,

Starting point is 04:36:34 and by the sense that a nature of such emotional intensity as his must always be ridden on the curb. Van Degen was helping himself from the tray of iced cocktails which stood near the tea-table, and Popple, turning to Undine, took up the thread of his discourse. course. But why, he asked, why allude before others to feelings so few could understand? The average man—lucky devil—with a compassionate glance at Van Deghan's back, the average man knew nothing of the fierce conflict between the lower and higher natures, and even the woman whose eyes had kindled it, how much did she guess of its violence?

Starting point is 04:37:14 Did she know? Pappell recklessly asked, how often the artist was forgotten in the man. How often the man would take the bit between his teeth, were it not that the look in her eyes recalled some sacred memory, some lesson learned perhaps beside his mother's knee? I say, pop, was that where you learn to mix this drink? Because it does the old lady credit. Van Degan called out, smacking his lips, while the artist, dashing a nervous hand through his hair, muttered, "'Hang it, Peter, is nothing sacred to you?' It pleased Undine to feel herself capable of inspiring such emotions. She would have been fatigued by the necessity of maintaining her own talk on Popple's level,

Starting point is 04:37:58 but she liked to listen to him, and especially to have others over hear what he said to her. Her feeling for Van Degen was different. There was more similarity of tastes between them, though his manner flattered her vanity less than Popples. She felt the strength of Van Degan's contempt for everything he did not understand or could not buy. that was the only kind of exclusiveness that impressed her. And he was still to her, as in her inexperienced days, the master of the mundane science she had once imagined that Ralph Marvell possessed.

Starting point is 04:38:31 During the three years since her marriage, she had learned to make distinctions unknown to her girlish categories. She had found out that she had given herself to the exclusive and the dowdy, when the future belonged to the showy and the promiscuous, that she was in the case of those who have cast in their lot with a fallen, cause, or, to use an analogy more within her range, who have hired an opera box on the wrong night. It was all confusing and exasperating. Apex ideals had been based on the myth of old families ruling New York from a throne of revolutionary tradition, with the new millionaires

Starting point is 04:39:06 paying them feudal allegiance. But experience had long since proved the delusiveness of the simile. Mrs. Marvell's classification of the world into the visited and the unvisited, was as obsolete as a medieval cosmogany. Some of those whom Washington Square left unvisited were the center of social systems far outside its ken, and as indifferent to its opinions as the constellations to the reckonings of the astronomers, and all these systems joyously revolved

Starting point is 04:39:35 about their central sun of gold. There were moments after Undine's return to New York when she was tempted to class her marriage with the hateful early mistakes from the memories of which she had hoped it would free her. Since it was never her habit to accuse herself of such mistakes, it was inevitable that she should gradually come to lay the blame on Ralph. She found a poignant pleasure, at this stage of her career, in the question, what does a young girl know of life? And the poignancy was

Starting point is 04:40:06 deepened by the fact that each of the friends to whom she put the question seemed convinced that, had the privilege been his, he would have known how to spare her the disenchantment it implied. The conviction of having blundered was never more present to her than when on this particular afternoon the guests invited by Mr. Popple to view her portrait began to assemble before it. Some of the principal figures of Undine's group had rallied for the occasion, and almost all were an exasperating enjoyment of the privileges for which she pined. There was young Jim Driscoll, heir-a-parent of the house, with his short, stout, mistrustful wife who hated society. but went everywhere lest it might be thought she had been left out.

Starting point is 04:40:50 The beautiful Mrs. Berringer, a lovely aimless being, who kept, as Laura Fairford said, a home for stray opinions and could never quite tell them apart. Little Dickie Bowles, whom everyone invited because he was understood to say things if one didn't. The Harvey Shalams, fresh from Paris, and dragging in their wake a bewildered nobleman, vaguely designated as the Count,

Starting point is 04:41:15 who offered cautious conversational openings, like an explorer trying beads on savages, and behind these more salient types, the usual filling in of those who were seen everywhere because they have learned to catch the social eye. Such a company was one to flatter the artist as much as his sitter, so completely did it represent that unanimity of opinion which constitutes social strength. Not one in the number was troubled by any personal theory of art. All they asked of a portrait was that the costume should be sufficiently lifelike, and the face not too much so, and a long experience in idealizing flesh and realizing dress fabrics

Starting point is 04:41:55 had enabled Mr. Popple to meet both demands. Hang it, Peter Van Deegan pronounced, standing before the easel in an attitude of inspired interpretation. The great thing in a man's portrait is to catch the likeness. We all know that. But with a woman's it's different. A woman's picture has got to be pleasing. Who wants it about if it isn't?

Starting point is 04:42:18 Those big chaps who blow about what they call realism, how do their portraits look in a drawing room? Do you suppose they ever ask themselves that? They don't care. They're not going to live with the things. And what do they know of drawing rooms anyhow? Lots of them haven't even got a dress suit. That's where old Pop has the pull over him.

Starting point is 04:42:38 He knows how we live and what we want. This was received by the artist with a deprecating murmur, and by his public with warm expressions of approval. Happily in this case, Popple began. As in that of so many of my sitters, he hastily put in, There has been no need to idealize. Nature herself has outdone the artist's dream. Undine, radiantly challenging comparison with her portrait, glanced up at it with a smile of conscious merit,

Starting point is 04:43:10 which deepened as young Jim Driscoll declared, "'By jove, Mamie, you must be done exactly like that for the new music-room.' His wife turned a cautious eye upon the picture. "'How big is it? For our house it would have to be a good deal bigger,' she objected. And Popple, fired by the thought of such a dimensional opportunity, rejoined that it would be the chance of all others to work in a marble portico and a court train. He had just done Mrs. Lycurgus Ambler in a court train and feathers, and as that was for Buffalo, of course the pictures needn't clash. Well, it would have to be a good deal bigger than Mrs. Amblers, Mrs. Driscoll insisted, and on Popple's suggestion that in that case he might work in Driscoll in court dress also.

Starting point is 04:44:00 You've been presented? Well, you will be. You'll have to if I do the picture, which will make a lovely memento. Van Degen turned aside to murmur to Undine. Pure bluff, you know. Jim couldn't pay for a photograph. Old Driscolls high and dry since the Ararat investigation. She threw him a puzzled glance, having no time in her crowded existence to follow the perturbations of Wall Street, save as they affected the hospitality of Fifth Avenue. You mean they've lost their money? Won't they give their fancy ball then? Van Degan shrugged.

Starting point is 04:44:34 Nobody knows how it's coming out. That queer chap Elmer Moffat threatens to give old Driscoll a fancy ball, says he's going to dress him in stripes. It seems he knows too much about the Apex Street Railways. Undine paled a little. Though she had already tried on her costume for the Driscoll ball, her disappointment at Van Degan's announcement was effaced by the mention of Moffat's name. She had not had the curiosity to follow the reports of the Ararat Trust investigation, but once or twice lately, in the snatches of smoking-room talk,

Starting point is 04:45:05 she had been surprised by a vague allusion to Elmer Moffat, as to an erratic financial influence, half ridiculed, yet already half redoubtable. Was it possible that the redoubtable element had prevailed? That the time had come when Elmer Moffat, the Elmer Moffat of Apex, could, even for a moment, cause consternation in the Driscoll camp. He had always said he saw things big, but no one had ever believed he was destined to carry them out on the same skin. Yet apparently in those idle apex days, while he seemed to be loafing and fooling, as

Starting point is 04:45:42 her father called it, he had really been sharpening his weapons of aggression. There had been something, after all, in the effect of loose drifting power she had always felt in him. Her heart beat faster, and she longed to question Van Degen, but she was afraid of betraying herself and turned back to the group about the picture. Mrs. Driscoll was still presenting objections in a tone of small, mild obstinacy. Oh, it's a likeness, of course.

Starting point is 04:46:10 I can see that. But there's one thing I must say, Mr. Popple. It looks like a last year's dress. The attention of the ladies instantly rallied to the picture, and the artist paled at the challenge. It doesn't look like a last year's face, anyhow. That's what makes them all wild. Van Degin murmured.

Starting point is 04:46:33 Undine gave him back a quick smile. She had already forgotten about Moffat. Any triumph in which she shared left a glow in her veins, and the success of the picture obscured all other impressions. She saw herself throning in a central panel at the spring exhibition, with the crowd pushing about the picture, repeating her name, and she decided to stop on the way home and telephone her press agent to do a paragraph about Popple's tea.

Starting point is 04:47:00 But in the hall, as she drew on her cloak, her thoughts reverted to the Driscoll fancy ball. What a blow if it were given up after she had taken so much trouble about her dress. She was to go as the Empress Josephine, after the Proudon portrait in the Louvre. The dress was already fitted and partly embroidered, and she foresaw the difficulty of persuading the dressmaker to take it back. "'Why so pale and sad, fair cousin? What's up?' Van Degan asked, as they emerged from the lift in which they had descended alone from the studio.

Starting point is 04:47:31 "'I don't know. I'm tired of posing, and it was so frightfully hot. Yes, Popple always keeps his place at low-neck temperature, as if the portraits might catch cold. Van Degen glanced at his watch. Where are you off to? West End Avenue, of course, if I can find a cab to take me there. It was not the least of Undine's grievances that she was still living in the house which represented Mr. Sprague's first real estate venture in New York. It had been understood at the time of her marriage that the young couple were to be established within the sacred precincts of fashion. But on their return from the honeymoon, the still untenanted house in West End Avenue had been placed at their disposal, and in view of Mr. Sprague's

Starting point is 04:48:15 financial embarrassment, even Undine had seen the folly of refusing it. That first winter, moreover, she had not regretted her exile. While she awaited her boy's birth, she was glad to be out of sight of Fifth Avenue, and to take her hateful compulsory exercise where no familiar eye could fall on her. And the next year, of course, her father would give them a better house. But the next year, rents had risen in the Fifth Avenue quarter, and meanwhile little Paul Marvell from his beautiful pink cradle, was already interfering with his mother's plans. Ralph, alarmed by the fresh rush of expenses, sided with his father-in-law in urging Undine to resign herself to West End Avenue, and thus after three years, she was still submitting

Starting point is 04:48:58 to the incessant pinpricks inflicted by the incongruity which she was. her social and geographical situation, the need of having to give a west-side address to her tradesman, and the deeper irritation of hearing her friend say, do let me give you a lift home, dear, oh, I'd forgotten, I'm afraid I haven't the time to go so far. It was bad enough to have no motor of her own, to be avowedly dependent on lifts, openly and unconcealably in quest of them, and perpetually plotting to provoke their offer. She did so hate to be seen in a cab. But to miss them, as often as not, because of the remoteness of her destination, emphasized the hateful sense of being out of things. Van Degen looked out at the long,

Starting point is 04:49:43 snow-piled streets, down which the lamps were beginning to put their dreary yellow splashes. Of course you won't get a cab on a night like this. If you don't mind the open car, you'd better jump in with me. I'll run you out to Highbridge and give you a breath of air before dinner. The offer was tempting, for Undine's triumph in the studio had left her tired and nervous. She was beginning to learn that success may be as fatiguing as failure. Moreover, she was going to a big dinner that evening, and the fresh air would give her the eyes and complexion she needed. But in the back of her mind there lingered the vague sense of a forgotten engagement. As she tried to recall it, she felt Van Degan raising the fur collar about her chin.

Starting point is 04:50:26 Got anything you can put over your head? Will that lace thing do? Come along, then. He pushed her through the swinging doors, and added, with a laugh, as they reached the street, "'You're not afraid of being seen with me, are you? It's all right at this hour, Ralph's still swinging on a strap in the elevated.' The winter twilight was deliriously cold,

Starting point is 04:50:47 and as they swept through Central Park, and gathered impetus for their northward flight along the darkening boulevard, Undine felt the rush of physical joy that drowns scruples and silence as memory. Her scruples, indeed, were not serious, but Ralph disliked her being too much with Van Degen, and it was her way to get what she wanted with as little fuss as possible. Moreover, she knew it was a mistake to make herself too accessible to a man of Peter's sort. Her impatience to enjoy was curved by an instinct for holding off and biding her time, that resembled the patient skill with which her father had conducted the sale of his bad,

Starting point is 04:51:23 estate in the pure water-move days. But now and then youth had its way, she could not always resist the present pleasure. And it was amusing, too, to be talked about with Peter Van Degen, who was noted for not caring for nice women. She enjoyed the thought of triumphing over meretricious charms. It ennobled her in her own eyes to influence such a man for good. Nevertheless, as the motor flew on through the icy twilight, her present cares flew with it. She could not shake off the thought of the useless fancy dress, which symbolized the other crowding expenses she had not dared confess to Ralph. Van Degen heard her sigh, and bent down, lowering the speed of the motor. "'What's the matter? Isn't everything all right?'

Starting point is 04:52:09 His tone made her suddenly feel that she could confide in him, and though she began by murmuring that it was nothing, she did so with the conscious purpose of being persuaded to confess. And his extraordinary niceness seemed to justify her, and to prove that she had been right in trusting her instinct, rather than in following the counsels of prudence. Heretofore in their talks, she had never gone beyond the vaguest hint of material bothers, as to which dissimulation seemed vain while one lived in West End Avenue. But now that the avowal of a definite worry had been wrung from her, she felt the injustice of the view generally taken of poor Peter.

Starting point is 04:52:46 for he had been neither too enterprising nor too cautious, though people said of him that he didn't care to part. He had just laughed away, in bluff, brotherly fashion, the gnawing thought of the fancy dress, had assured her he'd give a ball himself rather than miss seeing her wear it, and had added, Oh, hang waiting for the bill, won't a couple of thou make it all right? In a tone that showed what a small matter money was to anyone who took the larger view of life. The whole incident passed off so quickly and easily that within a few minutes she had settled down, with a nod for his, everything jolly again now, to untroubled enjoyment of the hour. Peace of mind, she said to herself, was all she needed to make her happy, and that was just what Ralph had never given her.

Starting point is 04:53:35 At the thought his face seemed to rise before her, with the sharp lines of care between the eyes. It was almost like a part of his nagging that he should thrust himself in. at such a moment. She tried to shut her eyes to the face. But a moment later, it was replaced by another, a small, odd likeness of itself. And with a cry of compunction, she started up from her furs. "'Mercy! It's the boy's birthday! I was to take him to his grandmothers. She was to have a cake for him, and Ralph was to come up town. I knew there was something I'd forgotten.' End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Starting point is 04:54:19 Of the Custom of the Country By Edith Wharton This Librevox recording is in the public domain In the Dagenet's drawing-room The lamps had long been lit And Mrs. Fairford, after a last impatient turn, had put aside the curtains of Warren Damask to strain her eyes into the darkening

Starting point is 04:54:39 square. She came back to the hearth where Charles Bowen stood leaning between the prim carriotides of the white marble chimneypiece. No sign of her. She's simply forgotten. Bowen looked at his watch and turned to compare it with the high-waisted Empire clock. Six o'clock.

Starting point is 04:55:01 Why not telephone again? There must be some mistake. Perhaps she knew Ralph would be late. Laura laughed. I haven't noticed that she follows Ralph's movement so close. When I telephoned just now the servant said she'd been out since two. The nurse waited till half-past four, not liking to come without orders, and now it's too late for Paul to come."

Starting point is 04:55:25 She wandered away toward the farther end of the room, where, through half-open doors, a shining surface of mahogany reflected a flower-reathed cake in which two candles dwindled. "'Put them out, please,' she said to someone in the background. she shut the doors, and turned back to Bowen. It's all so unlucky, my grandfather giving up his drive, and mother backing out of her hospital meeting, and having all the committee down on her. And Henley, I'd even coaxed Henley away from his bridge. He escaped again just before you came. Undine promised she'd have the boy here at four. It's not as if it hasn't happened before. She's always breaking her engagements.

Starting point is 04:56:07 She has so many that it's inevitable some should get broken. Oh, if she'd only choose. Now that Ralph has had to go into business and has captained his office so late, it's cruel of her to drag him out every night. He told us the other day they hadn't dined at home for a month. Undine doesn't seem to notice how hard he works. Bowen gazed meditatively at the crumbling fire. No. Why should she?

Starting point is 04:56:37 Why should she? Really, Charles? Why should she, when she knows nothing about it? She may know nothing about his business, but she must know it's her extravagance that forced him into it. Mrs. Fairford looked at Bowen reproachfully. You talk as if you were on her side. Are there sides already? If so, I want to look down on them impartially from the heights of pure speculation. I want to get a general view of the whole problem of American marriages." Mrs. Fairford dropped into her armchair with a sigh. "'If that's what you want, you must make haste. Most of them don't last long enough to be classified. I grant you it takes an active mind, but the weak point is so frequently the same that after a time one knows where to look for it.'

Starting point is 04:57:31 "'What do you call the weak point?' He paused. The fact that the average American looks down on his wife. Mrs. Fairford was up with a spring. If that's where paradox lands you? Bowen mildly stood his ground. Well, doesn't he prove it? How much does he let her share in the real business of life? How much does he rely on her judgment and help in the conduct of serious affairs? Take Ralph, for instance. You say his wife's The extravagance forces him to work too hard.

Starting point is 04:58:07 But that's not what's wrong. It's normal for a man to work hard for a woman. What's abnormal is his not caring to tell her anything about it. To tell Undine? She'd be bored to death if he did. Just so. She'd even feel aggrieved. But why?

Starting point is 04:58:26 Because it's against the custom of the country. And whose fault is that? The man's again. I don't mean Ralph. I mean the genus he belongs to. Homo sapiens Americanaus. Why haven't we taught our women to take an interest in our work? Simply because we don't take enough interest in them.

Starting point is 04:58:48 Mrs. Fairford, sinking back into her chair, sat gazing at the portiginous depths above which his thought seemed to dangle her. You don't? The American man doesn't? The most slaving, self-effacing, self-sacrificing? Yes, and the most indifferent. There's the point. The slaving's no argument against the indifference. To slave for women is part of the old American tradition. Lots of people give their lives for dogmas they've ceased to believe in. Then again, in this country the passion for making money has preceded the knowing how to spend it, and the American man lavishes his fortune on his wife because he doesn't know what else to do with it. Then you call it a mere want of imagination for a man to spend his money on his wife? Not necessarily, but it's a want of imagination to fancy it's all he owes her.

Starting point is 04:59:42 Look about you, and you'll see what I mean. Why does the European woman interest herself so much more in what the men are doing? Because she's so important to them that they make it worth her while. She's not a parenthesis as she is here. She's in the very middle of the picture. I'm not implying that Ralph isn't interested in his wife. He's a passionate, a pathetic exception. But even he has to conform to an environment where all the romantic values are reversed.

Starting point is 05:00:09 Where is the real life of most American men lie? In some woman's drawing room or in their offices? The answer's obvious, isn't it? The emotional centre of gravity is not the same in the two hemispheres. In the Ephesus Society is its love. in our new one, it's business. In America, the real cream passionel is a big steel. There's more excitement in wrecking railways than homes.

Starting point is 05:00:39 Bowen paused to light another cigarette, and then took up his theme. Isn't that the key to our easy divorces? If we cared for women in the old barbarous, possessive way, do you suppose we'd give them up as readily as we do? The real paradox is the fact that the men who make, materially, the biggest sacrifices for their women, should do least for them ideally and romantically. And what's the result? How do the women avenge themselves? All my sympathies with them, poor deluded dears, when I see their fallacious little attempts to trick out the leavings tossed them by the preoccupied male, the money and the motors

Starting point is 05:01:19 and the clothes, and pretend to themselves and each other that that's what really constitutes life? Oh, I know what you're going to say. It's less and less of a pretense with them. I grant you. They're more and more succumbing to the force of the suggestion. But here and there I fancy there's one who still sees through the humbug, and knows that money and motors and clothes are simply the big bribe she's paid for keeping out of some man's way. Mrs. Fairford presented an amazed silence to the rush of this tirade, but when she rallied it was to murmur, "'And is Undine one of the exceptions?'

Starting point is 05:01:56 Her companion took the shot with a smile. No. She's a monstrously perfect result of the system, the completest proof of its triumph. It's Ralph who's the victim, and the exception. Oh, poor Ralph! Mrs. Fairford raised her head quickly. I hear him now. I suppose, she added in an undertone, we can't give him your explanation for his wife's having forgotten to come. Bowen echoed her sigh, and then seemed to toss it from him with his cigarette end. But he stood in silence while the door opened, and Ralph Marvell entered. Well, Laura, hello, Charles, have you been celebrating too? Ralph turned to his sister.

Starting point is 05:02:45 It's outrageous of me to be so late, and I daren't look my son in the face, but I stayed downtown to make provision for his future birthdays. He returned Mrs. Fairford's kiss. "'Don't tell me the party's over, and the guest of honor gone to bed.' As he stood before them, laughing and a little flushed, the strain of long fatigue sounding through his gaiety and looking out of his anxious eyes, Mrs. Fairford threw a glance at Bowen, and then turned away to ring the bell. "'Sit down, Ralph. You look tired. I'll give you some tea.'

Starting point is 05:03:21 He dropped into an armchair. I did have rather a rush to get here, but hadn't I better join the revelers? Where are they?' He walked to the end of the room and threw open the dining-room doors. "'Hello? Where have they all got to?' "'What a jolly cake!' He went up to it. "'Why, it's never even been cut.'

Starting point is 05:03:42 Mrs. Fairford called after him. "'Come and have your tea first.' "'No, no, tea afterward, thanks. Are they all upstairs with my grandfather? I must make my peace with Undine." His sister put her arm through his and drew him back to the fire. Undine didn't come. Didn't come?

Starting point is 05:04:03 Who brought the boy, then? He didn't come either. That's why the cake's not cut. Ralph frowned. What's the mystery? Is he ill or what's happened? Nothing's happened. Paul's all right.

Starting point is 05:04:18 Apparently Undine forgot. She never went home. for him and the nurse waited till it was too late to come." She saw his eyes darken, but he merely gave a slight laugh and drew out his cigarette case. "'Poor little Paul! Poor chap!' He moved toward the fire. "'Yes, please, some tea.'

Starting point is 05:04:39 He dropped back in his chair with a look of weariness, as if some strong stimulant had suddenly ceased to take effect on him. But before the tea-table was brought back, he had glanced at his watch and was on on his feet again. "'But this won't do. I must rush home and see the poor chap before dinner. And my mother? And my grandfather?

Starting point is 05:04:59 I want to say a word to them. I must make Paul's excuses.' Grandfather's taking his nap, and mother had to rush out for a postponed committee meeting. She left as soon as we heard Paul wasn't coming. "'Ah, I see.' He sat down again. "'Yes. Make the tea strong, please.

Starting point is 05:05:18 I've had a beastly fagging sort of day.' He leaned back with half-closed eyes, his untouched cup in his hand. Bowen took leave, and Laura sat silent, watching her brother under lowered lids while she feigned to be busy with the kettle. Ralph presently emptied his cup and put it aside. Then, sinking into his former attitude, he clasped his hands behind his head, and lay staring apathetically into the fire. But suddenly he came to life and started up. A motor-horn had sounded outside, and there was a noise of wheels at the door. There's, Undine. I wonder what could have kept her. He jumped up and walked to the door,

Starting point is 05:05:58 but it was Claire Van Degan who came in. At sight of him she gave a little murmur of pleasure. What luck to find you. No, not luck. I came because I knew you'd be here. He never comes near me, Laura. I have to hunt him down to get a glimpse of him. Slender and shadowy in her long furs, she bent to kiss Mrs. Fairford, and then turned back to Ralph. Yes, I knew I'd catch you here. I knew it was the boy's birthday, and I brought him a present, a vulgar, expensive Van Degen offering. I'm not enough imagination left to find the right thing, the thing it takes feeling and not money to buy. When I look for a present nowadays, I never say to the shopman, I want this or that. I simply say,

Starting point is 05:06:44 give me something that costs so much. She drew a parcel from her muff. Where's the victim of my vulgarity? Let me crush him under the weight of my gold. Mrs. Fairford sighed out. Claire, Claire! And Ralph smiled at his cousin. I'm sorry, but you'll have to depute me to present it.

Starting point is 05:07:06 The birthday's over. You're too late. She looked surprised. Why, I've just left Mamie Driscoll. And she told me Undine was still at Popple's studio a few minutes ago, Popple's giving a tea to show the picture. "'Poppel's giving a tea?' Ralph struck an attitude of mock consternation. "'Ah, in that case, in Popple's society, you wouldn't forget the flight of time.'

Starting point is 05:07:33 He had recovered his usual easy tone, and Laura saw that Mrs. Van Degan's words had dispelled his preoccupation. He turned to his cousin. Will you trust me with your present to the boy?" Claire gave him the parcel. I'm sorry not to give it myself. I said what I did because I knew what you and Laura were thinking, but it's really a battered old, dagonet bowl that came down to me from our revered great-grandmother. What?

Starting point is 05:08:00 The heirloom you used to eat your porridge out of? Ralph detained her hand to put a kiss on it. That's dear of you. She threw him one of her strange glances. Why not say, that's like you? But you don't remember what I'm like. She turned away to glance at the clock. It's late and I must be off.

Starting point is 05:08:22 I'm going to a big dinner at the Chauncey Ellinges. But you must be going there too, Ralph. You'd better let me drive you home. In the motor, Ralph leaned back in silence, while the rug was drawn over their knees, and Claire restlessly fingered the row of gold-topped objects in the rack at her elbow. It was restful to be swept through the crowded streets in this smooth fashion, and Claire's presence at his side gave him a vague sense of ease. For a long time now feminine nearness had come

Starting point is 05:08:52 to mean to him, not this relief from tension, but the ever-renewed dread of small daily deceptions, evasions, subterfuges. The change had come gradually, marked by one disillusionment after another. But there had been one moment that formed the point beyond which there was no returning. It was the moment, a month or two before his boy's birth, when glancing over a batch of belated Paris bills, he had come on one from the jeweller he had once found in private conference with Undine. The bill was not large, but two of its items stood out sharply. Resetting pearl and diamond pendant. Resetting sapphire and diamond ring. The pearl and diamond pendant was his mother's wedding present.

Starting point is 05:09:38 The ring was the one he had given Undine on their engagement. That they were both family relics, kept unchanged through several generations, scarcely mattered to him at the time. He felt only the stab of his wife's deception. She had assured him in Paris that she had not had her jewels reset. He had noticed, soon after their return to New York, that she had left off her engagement ring, but the others were soon discarded also,

Starting point is 05:10:04 and in answer to his question she had told him that, in her ailing state, rings worried her. Now he saw she had deceived him, and forgetting everything else, he went to her, bill in hand. Her tears and distress filled him with immediate contrition. Was this a time to torment her about trifles? His anger seemed to cause her actual physical fear, and at the sight he abased himself in entreaties for forgiveness. When the scene ended, she had pardoned. him, and the reset ring was on her finger.

Starting point is 05:10:38 Soon afterward, the birth of the boy seemed to wipe out these humiliating memories. Yet Marvell found in time that they were not effaced, but only momentarily crowded out of sight. In reality, the incident had a meaning out of proportion to its apparent seriousness, for it put in his hand a clue to a new side of his wife's character. He no longer minded her, having lied about the jeweler. What pained him was that she had been unconscious of the wound she inflicted. in destroying the identity of the jewels. He saw that, even after their explanation,

Starting point is 05:11:10 she still supposed he was angry only because she had deceived him, and the discovery that she was completely unconscious of states of feeling on which so much of his inner life depended marked a new stage in their relation. He was not thinking of all this as he sat beside Claire Van Degen, but it was part of the chronic disquietude which made him more alive to his cousin's sympathy, her shy, unspoken understanding. After all, he and she were of the same blood and had the same traditions. She was light and frivolous, without strength of will or depth of purpose, but she had

Starting point is 05:11:45 the frankness of her foibles, and she would never have lied to him, or traded on his tenderness. Clare's nervousness gradually subsided, and she lapsed into a low-voiced mood, which seemed like an answer to his secret thought. But she did not sound the personal note, and they chatted quietly of commonplace things, of the dinner dance at which they were presently to meet, of the costume she had chosen for the Driscoll fancy ball, the recurring rumors of old Driscoll's financial embarrassment, and the mysterious personality of Elmer Moffat, on whose movements Wall Street was beginning to fix a fascinated eye. When Ralph, the year after marriage, had renounced his profession to go into partnership with the firm of real estate agents,

Starting point is 05:12:29 he had come in contact for the first time with the drama of business, and when whenever he could turn his attention from his own tasks, he found a certain interest in watching the fierce interplay of its forces. In the downtown world, he had heard things of Moffat that seemed to single him out from the common herd of money-makers. Anacdotes of his coolness, his lazy good temper, the humorous attachment he preserved in the heat of conflicting interests, and his figure was enlarged by the mystery that hung about it, the fact that no one seemed to know whence he came, or how he had acquired the information, which, for the moment, was making him so formidable.

Starting point is 05:13:07 I should like to see him, Ralph said. He must be a good specimen of the one of the few picturesque types we've got. Yes, it might be amusing to fish him out, but the most picturesque types in Wall Street are generally the tamest in a drawing-room. Claire considered. But doesn't Undine know him? I seem to remember seeing them together. Undine and Moffat?

Starting point is 05:13:32 Then you know him. You've met him?' "'Not actually met him, but he's been pointed out to me. It must have been some years ago.' "'Yes, it was one night at the theatre, just after you announced your engagement.' He fancied her voice trembled slightly, as though she thought he might notice her odd way of dating her memories. "'You came into our box,' she went on,

Starting point is 05:13:57 "'and I asked you the name of the red-faced man who was sitting in the stall next to Undine. "'You didn't know, but someone told us it was Moffat.' Marvell was more struck by her tone than by what she was saying. "'If Undine knows him, it's odd she's never mentioned it,' he answered indifferently. The motor stopped at his door, and Claire, as she held out her hand, turned a first full look on him. "'Why do you never come to see me? I miss you more than ever,' she said. He pressed her hand without answering. But after the motor had rolled away, he stood for a while on the pavement, looking after it.

Starting point is 05:14:37 When he entered the house, the hall was still dark, and the small, over-furnished drawing-room empty. The parlor-maid told him that Mrs. Marvell had not yet come in, and he went upstairs to the nursery. But on the threshold the nurse met him with the whispered request not to make a noise, as it had been hard to quiet the boy after the afternoon's disappointment, and she had just succeeded in putting him to sleep. Ralph went down to his own room, and threw himself in the old college armchair, in which, four years previously, he had sat the night out, dreaming of Undine. He had no study of his own, and he had crowded into his narrow bedroom, his prints and bookshelves, and the other relics of his youth. As he sat among them now, the memory of that

Starting point is 05:15:22 other night swept over him, the night when he had heard the call. Fool, as he had been not to recognize its meaning then, he knew himself triply mocked in being even now at its mercy. The flame of love that had played about his passion for his wife had died down to its embers. All the transfiguring hopes and illusions were gone. But they had left an unquenchable ache for her nearness, her smile, her touch. His life had come to be nothing but a long effort to win these mercies by one concession after another, the sacrifice of his literary projects, the exchange of his profession for an uncongenial business, and the incessant struggle to make enough money to satisfy her increasing exactions. That was where the call had led him.

Starting point is 05:16:11 The clock struck eight, but it was useless to begin to dress until Undine came in, and he stretched himself out in his chair, reached for a pipe, and took up the evening paper. His passing annoyance had died out. He was usually too tired after his day's work for such feelings to keep their edge long. But he was curious, disinterestedly curious, to know what protects Undine would invent for being so late, and what excuse she would have found for forgetting the little boy's birthday. He read on till half-past eight. Then he stood up and sauntered to the window.

Starting point is 05:16:47 The avenue below it was deserted, not a carriage or motor turned the corner. around which he expected Undine to appear, and he looked idly in the opposite direction. There, too, the perspective was near the empty, so empty that he singled out, a dozen blocks away, the blazing lamps of a large touring car that was bearing furiously down the avenue from Morningside. As it drew nearer, its speed slackened, and he saw it hug the curb and stop at his door. By the light of the street lamp he recognized his wife as she sprang out, and detected a familiar silhouette in her companion's fur-coated figure. Then the motor flew on, and Undine ran up the steps. Ralph went out on the landing. He saw her coming up quickly, as if to reach her room

Starting point is 05:17:32 unperceived. But when she caught sight of him, she stopped, her head thrown back and the light falling on her blown hair and glowing face. "'Well?' she said, smiling up at him. "'They waited for you all the afternoon in Washington Square. The boy never had his birthday. He answered. Her color deepened, but she instantly rejoined. Why, what happened? Why didn't the nurse take him? You said you were coming to fetch him, so she waited.

Starting point is 05:18:03 But I telephoned. He said to himself, Is that the lie? And answered, Where from? Why, the studio, of course. She flung her cloak open, as if to attest her veracity. The sitting lasted long.

Starting point is 05:18:20 longer than usual. There was something about the dress he couldn't get. But I thought he was giving a tea. He had tea afterward. He always does. And he asked some people in to see my portrait. That detained me, too. I didn't know they were coming, and when they turned up I couldn't rush away. It would have looked as if I didn't like the picture. She paused, and they gave each other a searching simultaneous glance. Who told you it was a tea? She asked. Claire Van Degen, I saw her at my mother's. So, you weren't unconsoled after all.

Starting point is 05:18:56 The nurse didn't get any message. My people were awfully disappointed, and the poor boy has cried his eyes out. Dear me! What a fuss! But I might have known my message wouldn't be delivered. Everything always happens to put me in the wrong with your family. With a little air of injured pride, she started to go to her room, but he put out a hand. to detain her. You've just come from the studio. Yes, is it awfully late? I must go and dress.

Starting point is 05:19:26 We're dining with the Ellings, you know. I know. How did you come? In a cab? She faced him limpedly. No, I couldn't find one that would bring me. So Peter gave me a lift, like an angel. I'm blown to bits.

Starting point is 05:19:42 He had his open car. Her color was still high, and Ralph noticed that her lower lip twitched a little. He had led her to the point they had reached solely to be able to say, "'If you're straight from the studio, how was it that I saw you coming down from morning's side?' Unless he asked her that, there would be no point in his cross-questioning, and he would have sacrificed his pride without a purpose. But suddenly, as they stood there face to face, almost touching, she became something immeasurably alien and far off, and the question died on his

Starting point is 05:20:16 lips. Is that all? She asked with a slight smile. Yes, you'd better go and dress, he said, and turned back to his room. End of Chapter 15. Chapter 16 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The turnings of life seldom show a signpost, or rather, though the sign is always, is there, it is usually placed some distance back, like the notices that give warning of a bad hill or a level railway crossing. Ralph Marvell, pondering upon this, reflected that for him, the sign had been set more than three years earlier in an Italian Ilex grove. That day his life had brimmed over. So he had put it at the time. He saw now that it had brimmed over indeed,

Starting point is 05:21:18 brimmed to the extent of leaving the cup empty, or at least of uncovering the dregs beneath the nectar. He knew now that he should never hereafter look at his wife's hand without remembering something he had read in it that day. Its surface language had been sweet enough, but under the rosy lines, he had seen the warning letters. Since then he had been walking with a ghost, the miserable ghost of his illusion.

Starting point is 05:21:46 Only he had somehow vivified, colored, substantiated it, by the force of his own great need, as a man might breathe the semblance of life into a dear, drowned body that he cannot give up for dead. All this came to him with aching distinctness the morning after his talk with his wife on the stairs. He had accused himself, in midnight retrospect, of having failed to press home his conclusion, because he dared not face the truth. But he knew this was not the case. It was not the truth he feared. It was another lie.

Starting point is 05:22:22 If he had foreseen a chance of her saying, Yes, I was with Peter Van Degan, and for the reason you think. He would have put it to the touch, stood up to the blow like a man. But he knew she would never say that. She would go on eluding and doubling, watching him as he watched her, and at that game she was sure to beat him in the end. On their way home from the Elling dinner this certainty had become so insufferable that it nearly escaped him in the cry, You needn't watch me, I shall never again watch you.

Starting point is 05:22:56 But he had held his peace, knowing she would not understand. How little indeed she ever understood had been made clear to him, when the same night he had followed her upstairs through the sleeping house. She had gone on ahead while he stayed below to lock doors and put out lights, and he had supposed her to be already in her room when he reached the upper landing. But she stood there waiting, in the spot where he had waited for her a few hours earlier. She had shown her vividest at dinner, with the revolving brilliancy that collective approval always struck from her. And the glow of it still hung on her, as she paused there in the dimness, her shining cloak dropped from her white shoulders.

Starting point is 05:23:40 "'Ralphie,' she began, a soft hand on his arm. He stopped, and she pulled him about so that their faces were close, and he saw her lips curving for a kiss. Every line of her face sought him, from the sweep of the narrowed eyelids to the dimples that played away from her smile. His eye received the picture with distinctness, but for the first time it did not pass into his veins. It was as if he had been struck with the subtle blindness, that permitted images to give their color to the eye, but communicated nothing to the brain. "'Good night,' he said, as he passed on.

Starting point is 05:24:21 When a man felt in that way about a woman, he was surely in a position to deal with his case impartially. This came to Ralph as the joyless solace of the morning. At least the bandage was off and he could see. And what did he see? only the uselessness of driving his wife to subterfuges that were no longer necessary. Was Van Degen her lover? Probably not. The suspicion died as it rose.

Starting point is 05:24:49 She would not take more risks than she could help, and it was admiration, not love, that she wanted. She wanted to enjoy herself, and her conception of enjoyment was publicity, promiscuity, the band, the banners, the crowd, the closely. contact of covetous impulses, and the sense of walking among them in cool security. Any personal entanglement might mean bother, and bother was the thing she most aboard. Probably, as the queer formula went, his honor was safe. He could count on the letter of her

Starting point is 05:25:24 fidelity. At the moment the conviction meant no more to him than if he had been assured of the honesty of the first stranger he met in the street. A stranger. That was what she had always been to him. So malleable outwardly, she had remained insensible to the touch of the heart. These thoughts accompanied him on his way to business the next morning. Then as the routine took him back, the feeling of strangeness diminished. There he was again at his daily task. Nothing tangible was altered. He was there for the same purpose as yesterday, to make money for his wife and child. The woman he had turned from on the stairs a few hours earlier was still his wife, and the mother of Paul Marvell. She was an inherent part of his life. The inner disruption

Starting point is 05:26:13 had not resulted in any outward upheaval. And with the sense of inevitableness, there came a sudden wave of pity. Poor Undine! She was what the gods had made her, a creature of skin-deep reactions, a moat in the beam of pleasure. He had no desire to preach down such heart as she had. He felt only a stronger wish to reach it, teach it, move it to something of the pity that filled his own. They were fellow victims in the noyard of marriage, but if they ceased to struggle,

Starting point is 05:26:46 perhaps the drowning would be easier for both. Meanwhile, the first of the month was at hand, with its usual batch of bills, and there was no time to think of any struggle less pressing, than that connected with paying them. Undine had been surprised, and a little disconcerted, at her husband's acceptance of the birthday incident. Since the resetting of her bridal ornaments,

Starting point is 05:27:10 the relations between Washington Square and West End Avenue had been more and more strained, and the silent disapproval of the Marvell ladies was more irritating to her than open recrimination. She knew how keenly Ralph must feel her last slight to his family, and she had been frightened when she guessed that he had seen her returning with Van Degen. He must have been watching from the window,

Starting point is 05:27:33 since, credulous as he always was, he evidently had a reason for not believing her when she told him she had come from the studio. There was, therefore, something both puzzling and disturbing in his silence, and she made up her mind that it must be either explained or cajoled away. These thoughts were with her as she dressed,

Starting point is 05:27:52 but at the Ellings they fled like ghosts before light and laughter. She had never been more, open to the suggestions of immediate enjoyment. At last, she had reached the envied situation of the pretty woman with whom society must reckon. And if she had only had the means to live up to her opportunities, she would have been perfectly content with life, with herself, and her husband. She still thought Ralph's sweet when she was not bored by his good advice or exasperated by his inability to pay her bills. The question of money was what chiefly stood between them. And now that this

Starting point is 05:28:27 was momentarily disposed of by Van Degan's offer, she looked at Ralph more kindly. She even felt a return of her first impersonal affection for him. Everybody could see that Claire Van Degan was gone on him, and Undine always liked to know that what belonged to her was coveted by others. Her reassurance had been fortified by the news she had heard at the Elling Dinner, the published fact of Harmon B. Driscoll's unexpected victory. The Ararat investigation had been mysteriously stopped, quashed, in the language of the law, and Elmer Moffat turned down, as Van Degen, who sat next to her, expressed it.

Starting point is 05:29:06 "'I don't believe we'll ever hear of that gentleman again,' he said contemptuously, and their eyes crossed gaily as she exclaimed. "'Then they'll give the fancy ball after all.' "'I should have given you one anyhow. Shouldn't you have liked that as well?' "'Oh, you can give me one, too,' she returned, and he bent closer to say, by Jove I will, and anything else you want. But on the way home her fears revived, Ralph's indifference struck her as unnatural.

Starting point is 05:29:37 He had not returned to the subject of Paul's disappointment, had not even asked her to write a word of excuse to his mother. Van Degan's way of looking at her at dinner, he was incapable of graduating his glances, had made it plain that the favor she had accepted would necessitate her being more conspicuously in his company, though she was still resolved that it should be on just such terms as she chose, and it would be extremely troublesome if, at this juncture, Ralph should suddenly turn suspicious and secretive. Undine hitherto had found more benefits than drawbacks in her marriage, but now the tie began to gall.

Starting point is 05:30:14 It was hard to be criticized for every grasp at opportunity by a man so avowedly unable to do the reaching for her. Ralph had gone into business to make more money for her, but it was plain that the more would never be much, and that he would not achieve the quick rise to affluence which was man's natural tribute to woman's merits. Undine felt herself trapped, deceived, and it was intolerable that the agent of her disillusionment should presume to be the critic of her conduct. Her annoyance, however, died out with her fears. Ralph the morning after the Elling dinner went his way as usual, and after nerving herself or the explosion which did not come, she set down his indifference to the dulling effect

Starting point is 05:30:58 of business. No wonder poor women whose husbands were always downtown had to look elsewhere for sympathy. Van Degan's check helped to calm her, and the week's whirled on toward the Driscoll ball. The ball was as brilliant as she had hoped, and her own part in it as thrilling as a page from one of the society novels with which she had cheated the monotony of Apex Days. She had no time for reading now. Every hour was packed with what she would have called life, and the intensity of her sensations culminated on that triumphant evening. What could be more delightful than to feel that, while all the women envied her dress, the men did not so much as look at it?

Starting point is 05:31:41 Their admiration was all for herself, and her beauty deepened under it as flowers take a warmer color in the rays of sunset. Only Van Degan's glance weighed on her a little too heavily. Was it possible that he might become a bother less negligible than those he had relieved her of? Undine was not greatly alarmed. She still had full faith in her powers of self-defense, but she disliked to feel the least crease

Starting point is 05:32:07 in the smooth surface of existence. She had always been what her parents called, Sensitive. As the winter passed, material cares once more assailed her. In the thrill of liberation produced by Van Degan's gift, she had been imprudent, had launched into fresh expenses. Not that she accused herself of extravagance, she had done nothing not really necessary. The drawing-room, for instance, cried out to be done over, and Popple, who was an authority on decoration, had shown her with a few strokes of his pencil,

Starting point is 05:32:41 how easily it might be transformed into a French period room, all curves and cupids, just the setting for a pretty woman and his portrait of her. But Undine, still hopeful of leaving West End Avenue, had heroically resisted the suggestion, and contented herself with the renewal of the curtains and carpet, and the purchase of some fragile gilt chairs, which, as she told Ralph, would be so much to the good when they moved. The explanation as she made it seemed an additional evidence of her thrift. Partly as a result of these exertions, she had a nervous breakdown toward the middle of the winter. And her physician, having ordered a massage and a daily drive, it became necessary to secure

Starting point is 05:33:24 Mrs. Heaney's attendance and to engage a motor by the month. Other unforeseen expenses, the bills that at such time seemed to run up without visible impulsion, were added to by a severe illness of Little Paul's, a long, costly illness, with three nurses and frequent consultations. During these days Ralph's anxiety drove him to what seemed to Undine foolish excesses of expenditure, and when the boy began to get better, the doctor's advised country heir. Ralph at once hired a small house at Tuxedo, and Undine, of course, accompanied her son to the country. But she spent only the Sundays with him. running up to town during the week to be with her husband, as she explained.

Starting point is 05:34:09 This necessitated the keeping up of two households, and even for so short a time the strain on Ralph's purse was severe. So it came about that the bill for the fancy dress was still unpaid, and Undine left to wonder distractedly what had become of Van Degan's money. That Van Degan seemed also to wonder was becoming unpleasantly apparent. His check had evidently not brought in the return, he expected, and he put his grievance to her frankly one day, when he motored down to lunch at Tuxedo. They were sitting after luncheon in the low-ceilinged drawing-room to which Undine had

Starting point is 05:34:46 adapted her usual background of cushions, bric-a-brac, and flowers, since one must make one's setting home-like, however little one's habits happened to correspond with that particular effect. Undine, conscious of the intimate charm of her meson-s-s-sen, and of the recovered freshness and bloom, which put her in harmony with it, had never been more sure of her power to keep her friend in the desired state of adoring submission. But Peter, as he grew more adoring, became less submissive, and there came a moment when she needed all her wits to save the situation. It was easy enough to rebuff him, the easier as his physical proximity always roused in her a vague instinct of resistance. But it was so hard to temper the rebuff with promise that the game of suspense

Starting point is 05:35:32 should still delude him. He put it to her at last, standing squarely before her, his betrachean sallowness unpleasantly flushed, and primitive man looking out of the eyes from which a frock-coated gentleman usually pined at her. "'Look here. The installment plan's all right. But ain't you a bit behind, even on that?' She had brusquely eluded a nearer approach. Anyhow, I think I'd rather let the interest accumulate for a while. This is goodbye till I get back from Europe. The announcement took her by surprise. Europe? Why, when are you sailing? On the first of April. Good day for a fool to acknowledge

Starting point is 05:36:12 his folly. I'm beaten, and I'm running away. She sat looking down. Her hand absently occupied with the twist of pearls he had given her. In a flash she saw the peril of this departure. Once off on the sorceress, he was lost to her. The power of old associations would prevail. yet if she were as nice to him as he asked nice enough to keep him the end might not be much more to her advantage hitherto she had let herself drift on the current of their adventure but she now saw what port she had half unconsciously been trying for If she had striven so hard to hold him, had played him with such patience and such skill, it was for something more than her passing amusement and convenience, for a purpose the more tenaciously cherished that she had not dared name it to herself. In the light of this discovery, she saw the need of feigning complete indifference.

Starting point is 05:37:09 "'Ah, you happy man, it's goodbye indeed then,' she threw back at him, lifting a plaintive smile to his frown. Oh, you'll turn up in Paris later, I suppose, to get your things for Newport. Paris? Newport. They're not on my map. When Ralph can get away, we shall go to the Adirondacks for the boy. I hope I shan't need Paris clothes there. It doesn't matter at any rate, she ended, laughing, because nobody I care about will see me. Van Deggan echoed her laugh. Oh, come, that's rough on Ralph. She looked down with a slight increase of color.

Starting point is 05:37:49 I oughtn't to have said it ought I. But the fact is I'm unhappy, and a little hurt. Unhappy? Hurt? He was at her side again. Why? What's wrong? She lifted her eyes with a grave look.

Starting point is 05:38:05 I thought you'd be sorrier to leave me. Oh, it won't be for long. It needn't be, you know. He was perceptibly softening. "'It's damnable the way you're tied down. "'Fancy rotting all summer in the Adirondacks. "'Why do you stand it? "'You oughtn't to be bound for life by a girl's mistake.'

Starting point is 05:38:25 "'The lashes trembled slightly on her cheek. "'Aren't we all bound by our mistakes? "'We women? "'Don't let us talk of such things. "'Ralph would never let me go abroad without him.' "'She paused. "'And then, with a quick upward sweep of the lids, After all, it's better it should be good-bye, since I'm paying for another mistake in being

Starting point is 05:38:49 so unhappy at your going. Another mistake? Why do you call it that? Because I've misunderstood you, or you me. She continued to smile at him wistfully. And some things are best mended by a break. He met her smile with a loud sigh. She could feel him in the meshes again.

Starting point is 05:39:12 Is it to be a break between us? "'Haven't you just said so? Anyhow it might as well be since we shan't be in the same place again for months.' The frock-coated gentleman once more languished from his eyes. She thought she trembled on the edge of victory. "'Hang it!' he broke out. "'You ought to have a change. You're looking awfully pulled down. Why can't you coax your mother to run over to Paris with you? Ralph couldn't object to that.' She shook her head. I don't believe she could afford it, even if I could persuade her to leave father. You know father hasn't done very well lately.

Starting point is 05:39:50 I shouldn't like to ask him for the money. You're so confoundedly proud. He was edging nearer. It would all be so easy if you'd only be a little fond of me. She froze to her sofa end. We women can't repair our mistakes. Don't make me more miserable by reminding me of mine. Oh, nonsense. There's nothing cash won't do. Why won't you let me straighten things out for you?'

Starting point is 05:40:19 Her color rose again, and she looked him quickly and consciously in the eye. It was time to play her last card. "'You seem to forget that I am—married,' she said. Van Degen was silent. For a moment she thought he was swaying to her in the flush of surrender. But he remained doggedly seated. meeting her look with an odd clearing of his heated gaze, as if a shrewd businessman had suddenly replaced the pining gentleman at the window. Hang it, so am I, he rejoined.

Starting point is 05:40:56 And Undine saw that in the last issue he was still the stronger of the two. End of Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public. domain. Nothing was bitterer to her than to confess to herself the failure of her power, but her last talk with Van Degen had taught her a lesson almost worth the abasement. She saw the mistake she had made in taking money from him, and understood that if she drifted into repeating that mistake, her future would be irretrievably compromised. What she wanted was not a

Starting point is 05:41:42 hand-to-mouth existence of precarious intrigue, to one with her gift, the privileges of life should come openly. Already in her short experience, she had seen enough of the women who sacrificed future security for immediate success, and she meant to lay solid foundations before she began to build up the light superstructure of enjoyment. Nevertheless, it was galling to see Van Diegen leave, and to know that for the time he had broken away from her. Over a nature so insensible to the spells of memory, the visible and tangible would always prevail. If she could have been with him again in Paris, where in the shining spring days every sight and sound ministered to such influences, she was sure she could have regained her hold.

Starting point is 05:42:29 And the sense of frustration was intensified by the fact that everyone she knew was to be there. Her potential rivals were crowding the eastbound steamers. New York was a desert, and Ralph's seeming unconsciousness of the fact increased her resentment. She had had but one chance at Europe since her marriage, and that had been wasted through her husband's unaccountable perversity. She knew now with what packed hours of Paris and London they had paid for their empty weeks in Italy. Meanwhile, the long months of the New York Spring stretched out before her in all their social vacancy to the measureless blank of a summer in the Adirondacks. In her girlhood she had plumbed the dim depths of such summers. but then she had been sustained by the hope of bringing some capture to the surface.

Starting point is 05:43:19 Now she knew better. There were no finds for her in that direction. The people she wanted would be at Newport or in Europe, and she was too resolutely bent on a definite object, too sternly animated by her father's business instinct to turn aside in quest of casual distractions. The chief difficulty in the way of her attaining any distant end had always been her reluctance to plod through the intervening stretches of dullness and privation. She had begun to see this, but she could not always master the weakness. Never had she stood in greater need of Mrs. Heaney's, Go slow on Dean!

Starting point is 05:43:57 Her imagination was incapable of long flights. She could not cheat her impatience with the mirage of far-off satisfactions, and for the moment present and future seemed equally void. But her desire to go to Europe and to rejoin the little New York world that was reforming itself in London and Paris, was fortified by reasons which seemed urgent enough to justify an appeal to her father. She went down to his office to plead her case,

Starting point is 05:44:23 fearing Mrs. Sprague's intervention. For some time past, Mr. Sprague had been rather continuously overworked, and the strain was beginning to tell on him. He had never quite regained in New York the financial security of his apex days. Since he had changed his base of operations, his affairs had followed an uncertain course, and Undine suspected that his breach with his old political ally, the representative Rolliver, who had seen him through the muddiest reaches of the pure water move, was not unconnected with his failure to get a footing in Wall Street.

Starting point is 05:44:56 But all this was vague and shadowy to her. Even had business been less of a mystery, she was too much absorbed in her own affairs to project herself into her father's case, and she thought she was sacrificing enough to delicacy of feeling in sparing him the bother of Mrs. Sprague's opposition. When she came to him with a grievance, he always hurt her out with the same mild patience, but the long habit of managing him had made her, in his own language, discount this tolerance, and when she ceased to speak, her heart throbbed with suspense as he leaned back, twirling an invisible toothpick under his sallow moustache. Presently he raised a hand to stroke the limp beard in which the mustache was merged, then he groped for the Masonic emblem that had

Starting point is 05:45:40 lost itself in one of the folds of his depleted waistcoat. He seemed to fish his answer from the same rusty depths, for as his fingers closed about the trinket, he said, Yes, the heated term is trying in New York. That's why the fresh air fund pulled my last dollar out of me last week. Undine frowned. There was nothing more irritating in these encounters with her father, than his habit of opening the discussion with a joke. I wish you'd understand that I'm serious, father. I've never been strong since the baby was born, and I need a change. But it's not only that, there are other reasons for my wanting to go. Mr. Sprague still held to his mild tone of banter. I never knew you short on reasons, Undy.

Starting point is 05:46:26 Trouble is you don't always know other peoples when you see him. His daughter's lips tightened. I know your reasons when I see. I know your reasons when I see them, father. I've heard them often enough. But you can't know mine because I haven't told you, not the real ones. Gee, Hosephat. I thought they were all real as long as you had a use for them. Experience had taught her that such protracted trifling usually concealed an exceptional vigor of resistance, and the suspense strengthened her determination. My reasons are all real enough, she answered, but there's one more serious than the others. Mr. Sprague's brows began to jut.

Starting point is 05:47:06 More bills? No. She stretched out her hand and began to finger the dusty objects on his desk. I'm unhappy at home. Unhappy? His start overturned the gorged waste paper basket and shot a shower of paper across the rug. He stooped to put the basket back. Then he turned his slow, fagged eyes on his daughter.

Starting point is 05:47:31 Why he worships the ground you walk. on, Undy?" "'That's not always a reason—for a woman!' It was the answer she would have given to Popple or Van Degen, but she saw in an instant the mistake of thinking it would impress her father. In the atmosphere of sentimental casuistry to which she had become accustomed, she had forgotten that Mr. Sprague's private rule of conduct was as simple as his business morality was complicated.

Starting point is 05:47:57 He glowered at her under thrust-out brows. It isn't a reason, isn't it? I can seem to remember the time when you used to think it was equal to a whole carload of whitewash. She blushed a bright red, and her own brows were leveled at his above her stormy steel-gray eyes. The sense of her blunder made her angrier with him, and more ruthless. I can't expect you to understand. You never have. You or mother, when it came to my feelings. I suppose some people are born sensitive.

Starting point is 05:48:31 I can't imagine anybody'd choose to be so. Because I've been too proud to complain, you've taken it for granted that I was perfectly happy. But my marriage was a mistake from the beginning. And Ralph feels about it just as I do. His people hate me. They've always hated me. And he looks at everything as they do.

Starting point is 05:48:50 They've never forgiven me for his having had to go into business. With their aristocratic ideas, they look down on a man who works for his living. Of course it's all right for you to do it because you're not a Marvell or a dagonet. But they think Ralph ought to just lie back and let you support the baby and me. This time she had found the right note. She knew it by the tightening of her father's slack muscles and the sudden straightening

Starting point is 05:49:15 of his back. "'Pie George, he pretty near does,' he exclaimed, bringing down his fist on the desk. "'They haven't been taking it out of you about that, have they?' "'They don't fight fair enough to say so. just egg him on to turn against me. They only consented to his marrying me because they thought you were so crazy about the match you'd give us everything, and he'd have nothing to do but sit at home and write books. Mr. Sprague admitted a derisive groan. From what I hear of the amount of business he's doing, I guess he could keep the poet's corner going right along. I suppose the old

Starting point is 05:49:51 man was right. He hasn't got it in him to make money. Of course not. He wasn't brought up to it. and in his heart of hearts he's ashamed of having to do it. He told me it was killing a little more of him every day. Do they back him up in that kind of talk? They back him up in everything. Their ideas are all different from ours. They look down in us, can't you see that? Can't you guess how they treat me from the way they've acted to you and mother?

Starting point is 05:50:19 He met this with a puzzled stare. The way they've acted to me and mother, why we never so much as set eyes on them. That's just what I mean. I don't believe they've even called on Mother this year, have they? Last year they just left their cards without asking. And why do you suppose they never invite you to dine? In their set, lots of people older than you and Mother dine out every night of the winter.

Starting point is 05:50:41 Society's full of them. The Marvell's are ashamed to have you meet their friends. That's the reason. They're ashamed to have it known that Ralph married an Apex girl, and that you and Mother haven't always had your own servants and carriages. and Ralph's ashamed of it too. Now he's got over being crazy about me. If he was free, I believe he'd turn round tomorrow and marry that ray girl his mother's saving up for him.

Starting point is 05:51:05 Mr. Sprague listened with a heavy brow and pushed out lip. His daughter's outburst seemed at last to have roused him to a faint resentment. After she had ceased to speak, he remained silent, twisting an inky penhandle between his fingers. Then he said, I guess mother and I can worry along without having Ralph's relatives drop in, but I'd like to make it clear to them that if you came from Apex, your income came from there too. I presume they'd be sorry if Ralph was left to support you on his. She saw that she had scored in the first part of the argument,

Starting point is 05:51:41 but every watchful nerve reminded her that the hardest stage was still ahead. Oh, they're willing enough he should take your money. That's only natural, they think. A chuckle sounded deep down under Mr. Sprague's loose collar. There seems to be practical unanimity on that point, he observed. But I don't see, he continued, jerking round his bushy brows on her. How going to Europe is going to help you out. Undine leaned close enough for her lowered voice to reach him.

Starting point is 05:52:15 Can't you understand that, knowing how they all feel about me and how Ralph feels, I'd give almost anything to get away. Her father looked at her compassionately. I guess most of us feel that once in a way when we're young, Undine. Later on you'll see going away ain't much use when you've got to turn around and come back. She nodded at him with close-pressed lips, like a child in possession of some solemn secret. That's just it. That's the reason I'm so wild to go.

Starting point is 05:52:48 Because it might mean I wouldn't ever have to come back. Not come back. What on earth are you talking about? It might mean that I could get free. Begin over again. He had pushed his seat back with a sudden jerk and cut her short by striking his palm on the arm of the chair. For the Lord's sake, Undine, do you know what you're saying? Oh, yes, I know. She gave him back a confident smile. If I can get away soon, go straight over to Paris. There's someone there who'd do anything, who could do anything, if I was free.

Starting point is 05:53:28 Mr. Sprague's hands continued to grasp his chairarms. Good God, Andine Marvell, are you sitting there in your sane senses and talking to me of what you could do if you were free? Their glances met in an interval of speechless communion. But Undine did not shrink from her father's eyes, and when she lowered her own, it seemed to be only because, there was nothing left for them to say. I know just what I could do if I were free. I could marry the right man, she answered boldly.

Starting point is 05:54:01 He met her with a murmur of helpless irony. The right man, the right man. Haven't you had enough of trying for him yet? As he spoke, the door behind them opened, and Mr. Sprague looked up abruptly. The stenographer stood on the threshold, and above her shoulder, Undine perceived, the ingratiating grin of Elmer Moffat.

Starting point is 05:54:25 "'A little farther lend thy guiding hand, but I guess I can go the rest of the way alone,' he said, insinuating himself through the doorway with an airy gesture of dismissal, then he turned to Mr. Sprague and Undine. "'I agree entirely with Mrs. Marvell, and I'm happy to have the opportunity of telling her so,' he proclaimed, holding his hand out gallantly. Undine stood up with a laugh.

Starting point is 05:54:51 It sounded like old times, I suppose. You thought that father and I were quarreling? But we never quarrel anymore. He always agrees with me. She smiled at Mr. Sprague and turned her shining eyes on Moffat. I wish that treaty had been signed a few years sooner. The latter rejoined in his usual tone of humorous familiarity. Undine had not met him since her marriage,

Starting point is 05:55:15 and of late the adverse turn of his horse. fortunes had carried him quite beyond her thoughts. But his actual presence was always stimulating, and even through her self-absorption she was struck by his air of almost defiant prosperity. He did not look like a man who has been beaten, or rather he looked like a man who does not know when he is beaten, and his eye had the gleam of mocking confidence that had carried him unabashed through his lowest hours at apex. I presume you're here to see me on business, Mr. Sprague inquired, rising from his chair with a glance that seemed to ask his daughter's silence. Why, yes, Senator, rejoined Moffat, who was given in playful moments to the bestowal of title's high-sounding.

Starting point is 05:56:00 At least I'm here to ask you a little question that may lead to business. Mr. Sprague crossed the office and held open the door. Step this way, please, he said, guiding Moffat out before him, though the latter hung back to exclaim, No family's secrets, Mrs. Marvell. Anybody can turn the fierce white light on me. With the closing of the door, Undine's thoughts turned back to her own preoccupations. It had not struck her as incongruous that Moffat should have business dealings with her father. She was even a little surprised that Mr. Sprague should still treat him so coldly.

Starting point is 05:56:37 But she had no time to give to such considerations. Her own difficulties were too importantly present to her. She moved restlessly about the office, listening to the rise and fall of the two voices on the other side of the partition without once wondering what they were discussing. What should she say to her father when he came back? What argument was most likely to prevail with him? If he really had no money to give her, she was imprisoned fast.

Starting point is 05:57:03 Van Deegan was lost to her, and the old life must go on interminably. In her nervous pacing she paused before the blotched looking-glass that hung in a corner of the office under a steel engraving of Daniel Webster. Even that defective surface could not disfigure her, and she drew fresh hope from the sight of her beauty. Her few weeks of ill health had given her cheeks a subtler curve and deepened the shadows beneath her eyes, and she was handsomer than before her marriage.

Starting point is 05:57:32 No, Van Deegan was not lost to her even. From narrowed lids to parted lips, her face was swept by a smile like refracted sunlight. He was not lost to her while she could smile like that. Besides, even if her father had no money, there were always mysterious ways of raising it. In the old Apex days, he had often boasted of such feats. As the hope rose, her eyes widened trustfully, and this time the smile that flowed up to them was as limpid as a child's. That was the way her father liked her to look at him.

Starting point is 05:58:10 The door opened, and she heard her. heard Mr. Sprague say behind her, "'No, sir, I won't. That's final.' He came in alone with a brooding face, and lowered himself heavily into his chair. It was plain that the talk between the two men had had an abrupt ending. Undine looked at her father with a passing flicker of curiosity.

Starting point is 05:58:31 Certainly it was an odd coincidence that Moffat should have called while she was there. "'What did he want?' she asked, glancing back toward the door. Mr. Sprague mumbled his invisible toothpick. Oh, just another of his wildcat schemes. Some real estate deal he's in. Why did he come to you about it?

Starting point is 05:58:53 He looked away from her, fumbling among the letters on the desk. Guess he'd tried everybody else first. He'd go and ring the devil's front doorbell if he thought he could get anything out of him. I suppose he did himself a lot of harm by testifying in the Ararat investigation. Yes, sir. He's down and out this time. He uttered the words with a certain satisfaction. His daughter did not answer, and they sat silent, facing each other across the littered desk. Under their brief talk about Elmer Moffat, currents of rapid intelligence seemed to be flowing

Starting point is 05:59:27 between them. Suddenly, Undine leaned over the desk, her eyes widening trustfully, and the limpid smile flowing up to them. Father, I did what you wanted that one time, anyhow. Won't you listen to me and help me out now? End of Chapter 17. Chapter 18 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 06:00:03 Undine stood alone on the landing outside her father's office. Only once before had she failed to gain her end with him, and there was a peculiar irony in the fact that Moffat's intrusion should have brought before her the providential result of her previous failure. Not that she confessed any real resemblance between the two situations. In the present case she knew well enough what she wanted and how to get it. But the analogy had served her father's purpose, and Moffat's unlucky entrance had visibly strengthened his resistance.

Starting point is 06:00:35 The worst of it was that the obstacles in the way were real enough. Mr. Sprague had not put her off with vague asseverations, somewhat against her will he had forced his proofs on her, showing her how much above his promised allowance he had contributed in the last three years to the support of her household. Since she could not accuse herself of extravagance, having still full faith in her gift of managing, she could only conclude that it was impossible to live on what her father and Ralph could provide, and this seemed a practical reason for desiring her freedom. If she and Ralph parted, he would of course return to his family,

Starting point is 06:01:12 and Mr. Sprague would no longer be burdened with a helpless son-in-law. But even this argument did not move him. Undine, as soon as she had risked Van Degan's name, found herself face to face with a code of domestic conduct as rigid as its exponent's business principles were elastic. Mr. Sprague did not regard divorce as intrinsically wrong, or even inexpedient, and of its social disadvantages he had never even heard. Lots of women did it, as Undine said.

Starting point is 06:01:41 And if their reasons were adequate, they were. justified. If Ralph Marvell had been a drunkard or unfaithful, Mr. Sprague would have approved Undine's desire to divorce him. But that it should be prompted by her inclination for another man, and a man with a wife of his own, was as shocking to him as it would have been to the most uncompromising of the Dagonets and Marvelle's. Such things happened, as Mr. Sprague knew, but they should not happen to any woman of his name while he had the power to prevent it. And Undine recognized that for the moment, he had that power. As she emerged from the elevator, she was surprised to see Moffat in the vestibule. His presence was an irritating reminder of her failure, and she walked

Starting point is 06:02:23 past him with a rapid bow, but he overtook her. Mrs. Marvell, I've been waiting to say a word to you. If it had been anyone else she would have passed on, but Moffat's voice had always a detaining power. Even now that she knew him to be defeated and negligible, the power asserted itself. and she paused to say, "'I'm afraid I can't stop. I'm late for an engagement.' "'I shan't make you much later, but if you'd rather have me coal-round at your house.'

Starting point is 06:02:52 "'Oh, I'm so seldom in.' She turned a wondering look on him. "'What is it you wanted to say?' "'Just two words. I've got an office in this building, and the shortest way would be to come up there for a minute.' As her look grew distant, he added, "'I think what I've got to say is worth the trip.'

Starting point is 06:03:11 His face was serious, without underlying irony, the face he wore when he wanted to be trusted. Very well, she said, turning back. Undine, glancing at her watch as she came out of Moffat's office, saw that he had been true to his promise of not keeping her more than ten minutes. The fact was characteristic. Under all his incalculableness, there had always been a hard foundation of reliability. It seemed to be a matter of choice with him whether he let one feel that solid bottom or, not. And in specific matters, the same quality showed itself in an accuracy of statement, a precision of conduct, that contrasted curiously with his usual hyperbolic banter and his loose, lounging manner. No one could be more elusive, yet no one could be firmer to the touch.

Starting point is 06:04:01 Her face had cleared, and she moved more lightly as she left the building. Moffat's communication had not been completely clear to her, but she understood the outline of the plan he had laid before her, and was satisfied with the bargain they had struck. He had begun by reminding her of her promise to introduce him to any friend of hers who might be useful in the way of business. Over three years had passed since they made the pact, and Moffat had kept loyally to his side of it. With the lapse of time, the whole matter had become less important to her, but she wanted to prove her good faith, and when he reminded her of her promise, she at once admitted it.

Starting point is 06:04:37 "'Well, then, I want you to introduce me to your husband.' Undine was surprised, but beneath her surprise she felt a quick sense of relief. Ralph was easier to manage than so many of her friends, and it was a mark of his present indifference to acquiesce in anything she suggested. "'My husband? Why, what can he do for you?' Moffat explained at once, in the fewest words, as his way was when it came to business. He was interested in a big deal which involved the purchase of a piece of real estate. held by a number of wrangling heirs. The real estate broker with whom Ralph Marvell was associated represented these heirs, but Moffat had his reasons for not approaching him directly. And he didn't

Starting point is 06:05:19 want to go to Marvell with a business proposition. It would be better to be thrown with him socially, as if by accident. It was with that object that Moffat had just appealed to Mr. Sprague, but Mr. Sprague, as usual, had turned him down, without even consenting to look into the case. He'd rather have you miss a good thing than have it come to be able to be. to you through me. I don't know what on earth he thinks it's in my power to do to you, or ever was, for that matter, he added. Anyhow, he went on to explain, the power's all on your side now, and I'll show you how little the doing will hurt you as soon as I can have a quiet chat with your husband. He branched off again into technicalities, nebulous projections of capital and interest,

Starting point is 06:06:00 taxes and rents, from which he finally extracted, and clung to the central fact that if the deal went through, it would mean a commission of $40,000 to Marvell's firm, of which something over a fourth would come to Ralph. "'By Jove, that's an amazing fellow!' Ralph Marvell exclaimed, turning back into the drawing room a few evenings later, at the conclusion of one of their little dinners. Undine looked up from her seat by the fire. She had had had the inspired thought of inviting Moffat to meet Claire Van Deegan, Mrs. Fairford, and Charles Bowen. It had occurred to her, that the simplest way of explaining Moffat was to tell Ralph that she had unexpectedly discovered

Starting point is 06:06:41 an old Apex acquaintance in the protagonist of the great Erarat Trust fight. Moffat's defeat had not wholly divested him of interest. As a factor in affairs he no longer inspired apprehension, but as the man who had dared to defy Harmon B. Driscoll, he was conspicuous, and to some minds, almost an heroic figure. Undine remembered that Claire and Mrs. Fairford had once expressed a wish to see this braver of the Olympians, and her suggestion that he should be asked to meet them gave Ralph evident pleasure. It was long since she had made any conciliatory sign to his family. Moffitt's social gifts were hardly of a kind to please the two ladies. He would have shown more

Starting point is 06:07:22 brightly in Peter Van Deegan's set than in his wives. But neither Claire nor Mrs. Fairford had expected a man of conventional cut, and Moffat's loud easiness was obviously less disturbing to them than to their hostess. Undine only felt his wife. crudeness, and the tacit criticism passed on it by the mere presence of such men as her husband and Bowen. But Mrs. Fairford seemed to enjoy provoking him to fresh excesses of slang and hyperbole. Gradually she drew him into talking of the Driscoll campaign, and he became recklessly explicit. He seemed to have nothing to hold back. All the details of the prodigious exploit poured from him with Homeric volume. Then he broke off abruptly, thrusting his hands into his trouser pockets,

Starting point is 06:08:05 and shaping his red lips to a whistle, which he checked as his glance met on Deans. To conceal his embarrassment he leaned back in his chair, looked about the table with complacency, and said, I don't mind if I do, to the servant who approached to refill his champagne glass. The men sat long over their cigars, but after an interval Undine called Charles Bowen into the drawing-room to settle some question in dispute between Claire and Mrs. Fairford, and thus gave Moffat a chance to be alone with her husband. Now that their guests had gone, she was throbbing with anxiety to know what had passed between the two. But when Ralph rejoined her in the drawing room, she continued to keep her eyes on the fire and twirl her fan listlessly.

Starting point is 06:08:49 "'That's an amazing chap,' Ralph repeated, looking down at her. "'Where was it you run across him? Out at apex?' As he leaned against the chimney-piece, lighting his cigarette, it struck Undine that he looked less fagged and lifeless than usual, and she felt more and more sure that something important had happened during the moment of isolation she had contrived. She opened and shut her fan reflectively. Yes, years ago, father had some business with him and brought him home to dinner one day. And you've never seen him since. She waited, as if trying to piece her recollections together. I suppose I must have, but all that seems so long ago, she said, sighing. She had been given of late to such

Starting point is 06:09:34 plaintive glances toward her happy girlhood, but Ralph seemed not to notice the illusion. "'Do you know?' he exclaimed after a moment. "'I don't believe the fellow's beaten yet.' She looked up quickly. "'Don't you?' "'No, and I could see that Bowen didn't either. He strikes me as the kind of man who develops slowly, needs a big field, and perhaps make some big mistakes but gets where he wants to in the end.

Starting point is 06:10:01 "'Jove, I wish I could put him in a book. "'There's something epic about him, a kind of epic effrontery.' "'Undine's pulses beat faster as she listened. "'Was it not what Moffat had always said of himself, "'that all he needed was time and elbow-room? "'How odd that Ralph, who seemed so dreamy and unobservant, "'should instantly have reached the same conclusion. "'But what she wanted to know was the practical result of their meeting.

Starting point is 06:10:30 "'What did you and he did you and he did he do? talk about when you were smoking? Oh, he got on the Driscoll fight again, gave us some extraordinary details. The man's a thundering brute, but he's full of observation and humor. Then, after Bowen joined you, he told me about a new deal he's gone into, rather a promising scheme, but on the same Titanic scale. It's just possible, by the way, that we may be able to do something for him. Part of the property he's after is held in our office. He paused, knowing Undine's indifference to business matters, but the face she turned to him was alive with interest. You mean, you might sell the property to him?

Starting point is 06:11:08 Well, if the thing comes off, there would be a big commission if we did. He glanced down on her half ironically. You'd like that, wouldn't you? She answered with a shade of reproach. Why do you say that? I haven't complained. Oh, no, but I know I've been a disappointment as a moneymaker. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes as if an utter weariness and indifference,

Starting point is 06:11:33 and in a moment she felt him bending over her. What's the matter? Don't you feel well? I'm a little tired. It's nothing. She pulled her hand away and burst into tears. Ralph knelt down by her chair and put his arm about her. It was the first time he had touched her since the night of the boy's birthday, and the sense of her softness woke a momentary warm. than his veins.

Starting point is 06:11:58 What is it, dear? What is it? Without turning her head, she sobbed out. You seem to think I'm too selfish and odious, that I'm just pretending to be ill. No, no, he assured her, smoothing back her hair. But she continued to sob on in a gradual crescendo of despair, till the vehemence of her weeping began to frighten him, and he drew her to her feet and tried to persuade her to let herself be let upstairs. She yielded to his arm, sobbing in short, exhausted gasps, and leaning her whole weight on him as he guided her along the passage to her bedroom.

Starting point is 06:12:35 On the lounge to which he lowered her, she lay white and still, tears trickling through her lashes, and her handkerchief pressed against her lips. He recognized the symptoms with a sinking heart. She was on the verge of a nervous attack, such as she had had in the winter, and he foresaw with dismay the disastrous train of consequences. the doctors and nurses bills, and all the attendant confusion and expense. If only Muppet's project might be realized, if for once he could feel a round sum in his pocket, and be freed from the perpetual daily strain. The next morning, Undine, though calmer, was too weak to leave her bed,

Starting point is 06:13:15 and her doctor prescribed rest and absence of worry, later perhaps a change of scene. He explained to Ralph that nothing was so wearing to a high-strung nature as monotony, and that if Mrs. Marvell were contemplating a Newport season, it was necessary that she be fortified to meet it. In such cases he often recommended a dash to Paris or London, just to tone up the nervous system. Undine regained her strength slowly, and as the days dragged on, the suggestion of the European trip occurred with increasing frequency. But it came always from her medical advisor. She herself had grown strangely passive and indefinitely passive and

Starting point is 06:13:55 indifferent. She continued to remain upstairs on her lounge, seeing no one but Mrs. Heaney, whose daily ministrations had once more been prescribed, and asking only that the noise of Paul's play should be kept from her. His scamperings overhead disturbed her sleep, and his bed was moved into the day nursery, above his father's room. The child's early romping did not trouble Ralph, since he himself was always awake before daylight. The days were not long enough to hold his cares, and they came and stood by him through the silent hours, when there was no other sound to drown their voices. Ralph had not made a success of his business.

Starting point is 06:14:33 The real estate brokers who had taken him into partnership had done so only with the hope of profiting by his social connections, and in this respect the alliance had been a failure. It was in such directions that he most lacked facility, and so far he had been of use to his partners only as an office drudge. He was resigned to the continuance, of such drudgery, though all his powers cried out against it. But even for the routine of business, his aptitude was small, and he began to feel that he was not considered in addition to the firm.

Starting point is 06:15:04 The difficulty of finding another opening made him fear a break, and his thoughts turned hopefully to Elmer Moffat's hint of a deal. The success of the negotiation might bring advantages beyond the immediate pecuniary profit, and that, at the present juncture, was important enough in itself. Moffat reappeared two days after the dinner, presenting himself in West End Avenue in the late afternoon with the explanation that the business in hand necessitated discretion, and that he preferred not to be seen in Ralph's office. It was a question of negotiating with the utmost privacy for the purchase of a small strip of land between two large plots already acquired by purchasers cautiously designated by Moffat as his parties. How far he stood in with the parties, he left it to Ralph to conjecture. But it was plain that he had a large stake in the transaction, and that it offered him his first chance of recovering himself since Driscoll had thrown him.

Starting point is 06:16:02 The owners of the coveted plot did not seem anxious to sell, and there were personal reasons for Moffets not approaching them through Ralph's partners, who were the regular agents of the estate, so that Ralph's acquaintance with the conditions, combined with his detachments from the case, marked him out as a useful intermediary. Their first talk left Ralph with a dazzled sense of Moffat's strength and keenness, but with a vague doubt as to the straightness of the proposed transaction. Ralph had never seen his way clearly in that dim underworld of affairs where men of the Moffat and Driscoll type moved like shadowy destructive monsters beneath the darting small fry of the surface. He knew that business had created its own special morality, and his musings on man's relation to his self-imposed laws had shown him how little human conduct is generally troubled about its own

Starting point is 06:16:53 sanctions. He had a vivid sense of the things a man of his kind didn't do, but his inability to get a mental grasp on large financial problems made it hard to apply to them so simple a measure as this inherited standard. He only knew, as Moffat's plan developed, that it seemed all right while he talked of it with its originator, but vaguely wrong when he thought it over afterward. It It occurred to him to consult his grandfather, and if he renounced the idea for the obvious reason that Mr. Dagonet's ignorance of business was as fathomless as his own, this was not his sole motive. Finally, it occurred to him to put the case hypothetically to Mr. Sprague. As far as Ralph knew, his father-in-law's business record was unblemished, yet one felt in him an elasticity of adjustment

Starting point is 06:17:40 not allowed for in the Dagonet Code. Mr. Sprague listened thoughtfully to Ralph's statement of the case, growling out here and there a tentative correction, and turning his cigar between his lips as he seemed to turn the problem over in the loose grasp of his mind. Well, what's the trouble with it? He asked at length, stretching his big, square-toed shoes against the great of his son-in-law's dining room, where, in the after-dinner privacy of a family evening, Ralph had seized the occasion to consult him. The trouble, Ralph considered. Why, that's just what I should like you to explain to him. to me. Mr. Sprague threw back his head and stared at the garlanded French clock on the chimney

Starting point is 06:18:24 piece. Mrs. Sprague was sitting upstairs in her daughter's bedroom, and the silence of the house seemed to hang about the two men like a listening presence. Well, I don't know, but what I agree with the doctor who said there weren't any diseases, but only sick people. Every case is different, I guess. Mr. Sprague, munching his cigar, turned a ruminating glance on Ralph. Seems to me it all boils down to one thing. Was this fellow we're supposing about under any obligation to the other party, the one he was trying to buy the property from? Ralph hesitated.

Starting point is 06:18:59 Only the obligation recognized between decent men to deal with each other decently. Mr. Sprague listens to this with the suffering air of a teacher compelled to simplify upon his simplest questions. Any personal obligation I meant. Had the other fellow done him a good turn any time? No, I don't imagine them to have had any previous relations at all. His father-in-law stared. Where's your trouble, then?

Starting point is 06:19:27 He sat for a moment, frowning at the embers. Even when it's the other way around, it ain't always so easy to decide how far are that kind of thing's binding. And they say, shipwrecked fellows will make a meal of a friend as quick as they would of a total stranger. He drew himself together with a shake of his shoulders and pulled back his feet from the grate. But I don't see the conundrum in your case. Guests up to both parties to take care of their own skins. He rose from his chair and wandered upstairs to Undine. That was the Wall Street Code.

Starting point is 06:20:00 It all boiled down to the personal obligation, to the salt eaten in the enemy's tent. Ralph's fancy wandered off on a long trail of speculation from which he was pulled back with a jerk by the need of immediate action. Moffat's deal would not wait. Quick decisions were essential to effective action, and brooding over ethical shades of difference might work more ill than good

Starting point is 06:20:23 in a world committed to swift adjustments. The arrival of several unforeseen bills confirmed this view, and once Ralph had adopted it, he began to take a detached interest in the affair. In Paris, in his younger days, he had once attended a lesson in acting given at the Conservatoire

Starting point is 06:20:42 by one of the great lights of the things, theater, and had seen an apparently uncomplicated role of the classic repertory, familiar to him through repeated performances, taken to pieces before his eyes, dissolved into its component elements, and built up again with a minuteness of elucidation and a range of reference that made him feel as though he had been let into the secret of some age-long natural process. As he listened to Moffat, the remembrance of that lesson came back to him. At the outset the deal and his own share in it had seemed simple enough. He would have put on his hat and gone out on the spot

Starting point is 06:21:18 and the full assurance of being able to transact the affair. But as Moffat talked, he began to feel as blank and blundering as the class of dramatic students, before whom the great actor had analyzed his part. The affair was, in fact, difficult and complex, and Moffat saw at once just where the difficulties lay and how the personal idiosyncrasies of the parties affected them. Such insights fascinated Ralph, and he strayed off into wondering why it did not qualify every financier to be a novelist, and what intrinsic barrier divided the two arts.

Starting point is 06:21:54 Both men had strong incentives for hastening the affair, and within a fortnight after Moffett's first advance, Ralph was able to tell him that his offer was accepted. Over and above his personal satisfaction, he felt the thrill of the agent, whom some powerful negotiator has charged with a delicate mission. He might have been an eager young Jesuit carrying compromising papers to his superior. It had been stimulating to work with Moffat, and to study at close range the large, powerful instrument of his intelligence. As he came out of Moffat's office at the conclusion of this visit, Ralph met Mr. Sprague descending from his eyrie. He stopped short with a backward glance at Moffat's door. "'Hello? What were you doing in there with those cut-throats?'

Starting point is 06:22:38 Ralph judged discretion to be essential. Oh, just a little business for the firm. Mr. Sprague said no more, but resorted to the soothing labial motion of revolving his phantom toothpick. "'Thousundi getting along,' he merely asked, as he and his son-in-law descended together in the elevator. She doesn't seem to feel much stronger. The doctor wants her to run over to Europe for a few weeks. She thinks of joining her friends the Shalams in Paris. Mr. Sprague was again silent, but he left the building at Ralph's side, and the two walked together toward Wall Street.

Starting point is 06:23:17 Presently the older man said, How did you get acquainted with Moffat? Why, by chance, Undine ran across him somewhere and asked him to dine the other night. Undine asked him to dine? Yes, she told me you used to know him out at Apex. Mr. Sprague appeared to search his memory for confirmation of the fact. I believe he used to be around there at one time. I've never heard any good of him yet.

Starting point is 06:23:45 He paused at a crossing and looked probingly at his son-in-law. Is she terribly set on this trip to Europe? Ralph smiled. You know how it is when she takes a fancy to do anything. Mr. Sprag, by a slight lift of his brooding brows, seemed to convey a deep, if unspoken, response. Well, I'd let her do it this time. I'd let her do it, he said, as he turned down the steps of the subway.

Starting point is 06:24:14 Ralph was surprised, for he had gathered from some frightened references of Mrs. Sprag's, that Undine's parents had wind of her European plan and were strongly opposed to it. He concluded that Mr. Sprague had long since measured the extent of profitable resistance and knew just when it became vain to hold out against his daughter or advise others to do so. Ralph, for his own part, had no inclination to resist. As he left Moffat's office, his inmost feeling was one of relief. He had reached the point of recognizing that it was best for both that his wife should go. When she returned, perhaps their lives would readjust themselves. But for the moment he longed for some kind of benumbing influence, something that should give relief to the dull daily ache of feeling her so near and yet so inaccessible. Certainly there were more urgent uses for their brilliant windfall, heavy arrears of household debts had to be met, and the summer would bring its own burden. But perhaps another stroke of luck might befall him. He was getting to have the drifting dependence on luck of the man conscious of his inability

Starting point is 06:25:19 to direct his life. And meanwhile, it seemed easier to let Undine have what she wanted. Undine, on the whole, behaved with discretion. She received the good news languidly and showed no unseemly haste to profit by it. But it was as hard to hide the light in her eyes as to dissemble the fact that she had not only thought out every detail of the trip in advance, but had decided exactly how her husband and son were to be disposed of in her absence. Her suggestion that Ralph should take Paul to his grandparents and that the West End Avenue house should be let for the summer

Starting point is 06:25:53 were too practical not to be acted on. And Ralph found she had already put her hand on the hairy Lipscomb's, who after three years of neglect, were to be taken to be taken. dragged back to favor and made to feel, as the first step in their reinstatement, the necessity of hiring for the summer months a cool, airy house on the west side. On her return from Europe, Undine explained, she would of course go straight to Ralph and the boy in the Adirondacks, and it seemed a foolish extravagance to let the house stand empty when the Lipscoms were so eager to take it. As the day of departure approached, it became harder for her to temper her beams,

Starting point is 06:26:29 But her pleasure showed itself so amiably that Ralph began to think she might, after all, miss the boy and himself more than she imagined. She was tenderly preoccupied with Paul's welfare, and, to prepare for his translation to his grandparents, she gave the household in Washington Square more of her time than she had accorded it since her marriage. She explained that she wanted Paul to grow used to his new surroundings, and with that object she took him frequently to his grandmothers, and won her way into old Mr. Dagonet's sympathies by her devotion to the child and pretty way of joining in his games.

Starting point is 06:27:05 Undine was not consciously acting apart. This new phase was as natural to her as the other. In the joy of her gratified desires, she wanted to make everybody about her happy. If only everyone would do as she wished, she would never be unreasonable. She much preferred to see smiling faces about her, and her dread of the reproachful and dissatisfied countenance gave the measure of what she would do to avoid it. These thoughts were in her mind, when, a day or two before sailing, she came out of the Washington Square House with her boy. It was a late spring afternoon, and she and Paul had lingered on till long past the hour sacred to his grandfather's nap. Now, as she came out into the square,

Starting point is 06:27:46 she saw that, however well Mr. Dagonet had borne their protracted romp, it had left his playmate flushed and sleepy, and she lifted Paul in her arms to carry him to the nearest cabstand. As she raised herself, she saw a thick-set figure approaching her across the square, and a moment later she was shaking hands with Elmer Moffat. In the bright spring air he looked seasonably glossy and prosperous, and she noticed that he wore a bunch of violets in his buttonhole. His small black eyes twinkled with approval as they rested on her, and Undine reflected that with Paul's arms about her neck and his little flushed face against her own, she must present

Starting point is 06:28:24 a not unpleasing image of young motherhood. "'That the air apparent?' Moffett asked, adding, "'happy to make your acquaintance, sir,' as the boy, at Undine's bidding, held out a fist sticky with sugar plums. "'He's been spending the afternoon with his grandfather, and they played so hard that he's sleepy,' she explained.

Starting point is 06:28:46 Little Paul, at that stage in his career, had a peculiar grace of wide-gazing, deep-lashed eyes and arched cherubic lips, and Undine saw that Moffat was not insensible to the picture she and her son composed. She did not dislike his admiration, for she no longer felt any shrinking from him. She would even have been glad to thank him for the service he had done her husband, if she had known how to allude to it without awkwardness. Moffat seemed equally pleased at the meeting,

Starting point is 06:29:13 and they looked at each other almost intimately over Paul's tumbled curls. He's a mighty fine fellow and no mistake, but isn't he rather an armful for you? "'Moffett asked, his eyes lingering with real kindness on the child's face. "'Oh, we haven't far to go. I'll pick up a cab at the corner.' "'Well, let me carry him that far anyhow,' said Moffat. "'Undine was glad to be relieved of her burden, for she was unused to the child's weight and disliked to feel that her skirt was dragging on the pavement. "'Go to the gentleman, Polly. He'll carry you better than mother,' she said.

Starting point is 06:29:49 The little boy's first movement was one of recoil from the ruddy's shawl from the ruddy sharp-eyed countenance that was so unlike his father's delicate face. But he was an obedient child, and after a moment's hesitation, he wound his arms trustfully about the red gentleman's neck. "'That's a good fellow. Sit tight and I'll give you a ride,' Moffat cried, hoisting the boy to his shoulder. Paul was not used to being perched at such a height, and his nature was hospitable to new impressions. Oh, I like it up here. You're higher than father, he exclaimed, and Moffat hugged him with a laugh. It must feel mighty good to come up town to a fellow like you in the evenings, he said, addressing the child, but looking at Undine, who also laughed a little.

Starting point is 06:30:34 Oh, they're a dreadful nuisance, you know, but Paul's a very good boy. I wonder if he knows what a friend I've been to him lately, Moffat went on, as they turned into Fifth Avenue. Undine smiled. She was glad he should have given her an opening. He shall be told as soon as he's old enough to thank you. I'm so glad you came to Ralph about that business. Oh, I gave him a leg up, and I guess he's given me one, too. Queer the way things come round. He's fairly put me in the way of a fresh start. Their eyes met in a silence which Undine was the first to break. It's been awfully nice of you to do what you've done right along, and this last thing has made a lot of difference to us.

Starting point is 06:31:14 "'Well, I'm glad you feel that way. "'I never wanted to be anything but nice, as you call it.' "'Moffett paused a moment and then added, "'If you're less scared of me than your father is, "'I'd be glad to call around and see you once in a while.' "'The quick blood rushed to her cheeks. "'There was nothing challenging, demanding in his tone. "'She guessed at once that if he made the request,

Starting point is 06:31:37 "'it was simply for the pleasure of being with her, "'and she liked the magnanimity implied. "'Nevertheless, she was not sorry to have to end answer. Of course I'll always be glad to see you. Only as it happens, I'm just sailing for Europe. For Europe! The word brought Moffat to a stand so abruptly that little Paul lurched on his shoulder. For Europe? he repeated. Why, I thought you said the other evening you expected to stay on in town till July. Didn't you think of going to the Adirondacks? Flattered by his evident disappointment, she became high and careless in her triumph.

Starting point is 06:32:12 Oh, yes, but that's all changed. Ralph and the boy are going, but I sail on Saturday to join some friends in Paris, and later I may do some motoring in Switzerland and Italy. She laughed a little in the mere enjoyment of putting her plans into words, and Moffat laughed too, but with an edge of sarcasm. I see, I see. Everything's changed, as you say, and your husband can blow you off to the trip. Well, I hope you'll have a first-class time. Their glances crossed again, and something in his cool scrutiny impelled Undine to say, With a burst of candor,

Starting point is 06:32:49 If I do you know, I shall owe it all to you. Well, I always told you I meant to act white by you, he answered. They walked on in silence, and presently he began again in his usual joking strain. See what one of the Apex girls has been up to? Apex was too remote for her to understand the reference, and he went on. Why, Millard Binch's wife, Indiana Frusk that was. Didn't you see in the papers that Indiana had fixed it up with James J. Roliver to marry her? They say it was easy enough squaring Millard Bench.

Starting point is 06:33:22 You'd know it would be. But it cost Rolver near a million to mislay Mrs. R and the children. Well, Indiana's pulled it off, anyhow. She always was a bright girl. But she never came up to you. Oh! She stammered with a laugh, astonished and agitated by his news. Indiana Frusk and Rolliver.

Starting point is 06:33:44 It showed how easily the thing could be done. If only her father had listened to her. If a girl like Indiana Frusk could gain her end so easily, what might not Undine have accomplished? She knew Moffat was right in saying that Indiana had never come up to her. She wondered how the marriage would strike Van Degen. She signaled to a cab and they walked toward it without speaking. Undine was recalling with intensity that one of Indegan,

Starting point is 06:34:10 Indiana's shoulders was higher than the other, and that people in Apex had thought her lucky to catch Millard Binch the drugists' clerk, when Undine herself had cast him off after a lingering engagement. And now Indiana Frusk was to be Mrs. James J. Rolliver. Undine got into the cab and bent forward to take Little Paul. Moffat lowered his charge with exaggerated care, and a, steady there, steady, that made the child laugh. Then stooping over, he, he was a, he was a, he said, he was a steady, that made the child laugh. then stooping over, he put a kiss on Paul's lips before handing him over to his mother. End of Chapter 18. Chapter 19 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Parisian Diamond Company, Anglo-American Branch.

Starting point is 06:35:13 Charles Bowen, seated one rainy evening of the Paris season in a corner of the great Nouveau-Lux restaurant, was lazily trying to resolve his impressions of the scene into the phrases of a letter to his old friend, Mrs. Henley Fairford. The long habit of unwritten communion with this lady, in no way conditioned by the short, rare letters they actually exchanged, usually caused his notations, in absence, to fall into such terms when the subject was of a kind to strike an answering flash from her. And who, but Mrs. Fairford would see, from his own precise angle, the fantastic, improbability, the layers on layers of unsubstantialness, on which the seemingly solid scene

Starting point is 06:35:55 before him rested. The dining-room of the Nouveau-Lux was at its fullest, and having contracted on the garden's side through stress of weather, had even overflowed to the farther end of the long hall beyond, so that Bowen, from his corner, surveyed a seemingly endless perspective of plumed and jeweled heads, of shoulders bare or black-coated, encircling the close-packed tables. He had come half an hour before the time he had named to his expected guest, so that he might have the undisturbed amusement of watching the picture compose itself again before his eyes. During some forty years perpetual exercise of his perceptions, he had never come across anything that gave them the special titillation produced by the sight of the dinner hour at the Nouveau Lux.

Starting point is 06:36:39 The same sense of putting his hand on human nature's passion for the factitious, its incorrigible habit of imitating the imitation. As he sat watching the familiar faces swept toward him on the rising tide of arrival, for it was one of the joys of the scene that the type was always the same even when the individual was not, he hailed with renewed appreciation this costly expression of a social ideal. The dining-room at the Nubo Lux represented, on such a spring evening, what unbounded material power had devised for the delusion of its leisure. A phantom society, with all the rules, smirmed.

Starting point is 06:37:17 gestures of its model, but evoked out of promiscuity and incoherence, while the other had been the product of continuity and choice. And the instinct which had driven a new class of world compelers to bind themselves to slavish imitation of the superseded, and their prompt and reverent faith in the reality of the sham they had created, seemed to Bowen the most satisfying proof of human permanence. With this thought in his mind, he looked up to greet his guest. The Contraeimonde de chel, straight, slim, and gravely smiling, came toward him with frequent pauses of salutation at the crowded tables, saying, as he seated himself and turned his pleasant eyes on the scene, "'I'll n'ye pas adir, my dear Bowen. It's charming and sympathetic and original.

Starting point is 06:38:05 We owe America a great debt of gratitude for inventing it.' Bowen felt a last touch of satisfaction. They were the very words to complete his thought. My dear fellow, it's really you and your kind you are responsible. It's the direct creation of feudalism, like all the great social upheavals. Raymond de Shell stroked his handsome brown mustache. I should have said, on the contrary, that one enjoyed it for the contrast. It's such a refreshing change from our institutions, which are nevertheless the necessary foundations of society.

Starting point is 06:38:42 But just as one may have an infinite admiration for one's wife, and yet occasionally. He waved a light hand toward the spectacle. This, in the social order, is the diversion, the permitted diversion, that our original race has devised, a kind of superior bohemia, where one may be respectable without being bored. Bowen laughed.

Starting point is 06:39:06 You've put it in a nutshell. The ideal of the American woman is to be respectable without being bored, and from that point of view, this world they've invented has more originality than I gave it credit for. Shell thoughtfully unfolded his napkin. My impression's a superficial one, of course, for as to what goes on underneath. He looked across the room.

Starting point is 06:39:31 If I married, I shouldn't care to have my wife come here too often. Bowen laughed again. She'd be as safe as in a bank. Nothing ever goes on. Nothing that ever happens here is real. Ah, count asla. The Frenchman murmured, inserting a fork into his melon. Bowen looked at him with enjoyment. He was such a precious footnote to the page.

Starting point is 06:39:58 The two men, accidentally thrown together some years previously during a trip up the Nile, always met again with pleasure when Bowen returned to France. Raymond de Chelle, who came of a family of moderate fortune, lived for the greater part of the year on his father's estates in Burgundy, but he came up every spring to the entre sol of the old marquis hotel for a two-month study of human nature, applying to the pursuit of the discriminating taste and transient ardor that give the finest bloom to pleasure. Bowen liked him as a companion and admired him as a charming specimen of the Frenchman of his class, embodying in his lean, fatigued and finished person, that happy mean of simplicity and intelligence,

Starting point is 06:40:41 of which no other race has found the secret. If Raymond the shell had been English, he would have been a mere fox-hunting animal, with appetites but without tastes. But in his lighter gallic clay, the wholesome territorial savour, the inherited passion for sport and agriculture, were blent with an openness to finer sensations, a sense of the come and go of ideas, under which one felt the tight hold of two or three inherited notions, religiously. political and domestic, in total contradiction to his surface attitude. That the inherited notions would in the end prevail, everything in his appearance declared, from the distinguished slant of his nose to the narrow forehead under his thinning hair. He was the kind of man who would

Starting point is 06:41:29 inevitably revert when he married. But meanwhile, the surface he presented to the play of life was broad enough to take in the fantastic spectacle of the Nouveau Lux, and to see its gestures reflected in a Latin consciousness was an endless entertainment to Bowen. The tone of his guest's last words made him take them up. But is the lady you allude to more than a hypothesis? Surely you're not thinking of getting married. Shell raised his eyebrows ironically. When hasn't one to think of it in my situation?

Starting point is 06:42:04 One hears of nothing else at home. One knows that, like death, it has to come. His glance, which was still mustering the room, came to a sudden pause and kindled. "'Who's the lady over there? Fair-haired in white, the one who's just come in with that red-waist man. They seem to be with a party of your compatriots.' Bowen followed his glance to a neighboring table, where at the moment Undine Marvell was seating herself at Peter Van Degan's side, in the company of the Harvey Shalams, the beautiful Mrs. Berringer, and a dozen other New York figures. She was so placed that as she took her seat, she recognized Bowen and sent him a smile across the tables.

Starting point is 06:42:48 She was more simply dressed than usual, and the pink lights, warming her cheeks and striking gleams from her hair, gave her face a dewy freshness that was new to Boeum. He had always thought her beauty too obvious, too bathed in the bright publicity of the American air. But tonight, she seemed to have been brushed by the wing of poetry, and its shadow lingered in her eyes. Shell's gaze made it evident that he had received the same impression. One is sometimes inclined to deny your compatriot's actual beauty, to charge them with producing the effect without having the features.

Starting point is 06:43:25 But in this case, you say you know the lady? Yes, she's the wife of an old friend. The wife? She's married. There again it's so puzzling. Your young girls look so experienced. And your married women sometimes so unmarried? Well, they often are, in these days of divorce. The other's interest quickened.

Starting point is 06:43:50 Your friends divorced? Oh, no, heaven forbid. Mrs. Marvell hasn't been long married, and it was a love match of the good old kind. Ah, and the husbands, which is he? He's not here. He's in New York. A feverishly adding to a fortune already monstrous.

Starting point is 06:44:12 No, not precisely monstrous. The Marvelles are not well off, said Bowen, amused by his friend's interrogations. And he allows an exquisite being like that to come to Paris without him, and in company with the red-faced gentleman who seems so alive to his advantages? We don't allow our women this or that. I don't think we set much store by the compulsory virtue. His companion received this with amusement. If you're as detached as that, why does the obsolete institution of marriage survive with you?

Starting point is 06:44:47 Oh, it still has its uses. One couldn't be divorced without it. Shell laughed again, but his straying eye still followed the same direction, and Bowen noticed that the fact was not unremarked by the object of his contemplation. Undine's party was one of the liveliest in the room. The American laugh rose above the din of the orchestra, as the American toilets dominated the less daring effects at the other tables. Undine, on entering, had seemed to be in the same mood as her companions. But Bowen saw that, as she became conscious of his friend's observation, she isolated herself in a kind of soft abstraction,

Starting point is 06:45:29 and he admired the adaptability which enabled her to draw from such surroundings the contrasting graces of reserve. They had greeted each other with all the outer signs of cordiality, but Bowen fancied she would not care to have him speak to her. She was evidently dining with Van Degen, and Van Degan's proximity was the last fact she would wish to have transmitted to the critics in Washington Square. Bowen was therefore surprised, when, as he rose to leave the restaurant,

Starting point is 06:45:57 he heard himself hailed by Peter. "'Hello, hold on, when did you come over? Mrs. Marvell's dying for the last news about the old homestead.' Undine's smile confirmed the appeal. She wanted to know how lately Bowen had left New York, and pressed him to tell her when he had last seen her boy, how he was looking, and whether Ralph had been persuaded to go down to Clare's on Saturdays and get a little riding in tennis. And dear Laura, was she well, too, and was Paul with her, or still with his grandmother?

Starting point is 06:46:28 They were all dreadfully bad correspondence, and so was she, Undine laughingly admitted. And when Ralph had last written her, these questions were. questions had still been undecided. As she smiled up at Bowen, he saw her glance stray to the spot where his companion hovered, and when the diners rose to move toward the garden for coffee, she said with a sweet note and a detaining smile, Do come with us, I haven't half-finished. Van Degen echoed the request, and Bowen, amused by Undine's Arts, was presently introducing Shell and joining with him in the party's transit to the terrace. The rain, had ceased, and under the clear evening sky, the restaurant garden opened green depths that skillfully

Starting point is 06:47:13 hid its narrow boundaries. Van Degan's company was large enough to surround two of the tables on the terrace, and Bowen noted the skill with which Undine, leaving him to Mrs. Shalum's care, can try to draw Raymond the shell to the other table. Still more noticeable was the effect of this stratagem on Van Degen, who also found himself relegated to Mrs. Shalum's group. Poor Peter's state was betrayed by the irascibility which wrecked itself on a jostling waiter, and found cause for loud remonstrance in the coldness of the coffee and the badness of the cigars. And Bowen, with something more than the curiosity of the looker-on, wondered whether this were the real clue to Undine's conduct. He had always smiled at Mrs. Fairford's fears for Ralph's domestic peace.

Starting point is 06:47:59 He thought Undine too clear-headed to forfeit the advantages of her marriage, but now it struck him that she might have had a glimpse of larger opportunities. Bowen, at the thought, felt the pang of the sociologist over the individual havoc wrought by every social readjustment. It had so long been clear to him that poor Ralph was a survival and destined as such to go down in any conflict with the rising forces. End of Chapter 19 Chapter 20 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 06:48:42 Some six weeks later, Undine Marvell stood at the window smiling down on her recovered Paris. Her hotel sitting room had, as usual, been flowered, cushioned, and lampshaded into a delusive semblance of stability, and she had really felt for the last few weeks that the life she was leading there must be going to last. It seemed so perfect in answer to all her wants. As she looked out at the thronged street, on which the summer light lay like a blush of pleasure, she felt herself naturally akin to all the bright and careless freedom of the scene. She had been away from Paris for two days, and the spectacle before her seemed more rich and suggestive after her brief absence from it.

Starting point is 06:49:27 Her senses luxuriated in all its material details, the thronging motors, the brilliant shops, the novelty and daring of the women's dresses, the piled-up colors of the ambulant flower-carts, the appetizing expanse of the fruiterer's windows, even the chromatic effects of the petiphyphors behind the plate-glass of the pastry cooks, all the surface sparkle and variety of the inexhaustible streets of Paris.

Starting point is 06:49:55 The scene before her typified to Undine her first real taste of life. How meager and starved the past appeared in comparison with this abundant present. The noise. The crowd, the promiscuity beneath her eyes, symbolized the glare and movement of her life. Every moment of her days was packed with excitement and exhilaration.

Starting point is 06:50:18 Everything amused her. The long hours of bargaining and debate with dressmakers and duelers, the crowded lunches at fashionable restaurants, the perfunctory dash through a picture show, or the lingering visit to the last new milliner. The afternoon motor rush to some leafy suburb, where tea and music and sunset were hastily absorbed on a crowded terrace above the seine. The whirl home through the bois to dress for dinner and start again on the round of evening diversions.

Starting point is 06:50:47 The dinner at the Nouveau-Lox or the Café de Paris, and the little play at the Capucine or the Variette, followed because the night was too lovely, and it was a shame to waste it, by a breathless flight back to the Bois, with supper in one of its lamp-hung restaurants, or, if the weather forbade, a tumult. impulsuous progress through the midnight haunts, where ladies were not supposed to show themselves, and might consequently taste the thrill of being occasionally taken for their opposites. As the varied vision unrolled itself, Undine contrasted it with the pale monotony of her previous summers. The one she most resented was the first after her marriage, the European summer out of whose joys she had been cheated by her own ignorance and Ralph's perversity.

Starting point is 06:51:33 They had been free, then. There had been no. child to hamper their movements. Their money anxieties had hardly begun. The face of life had been fresh and radiant, and she had been doomed to waste such opportunities on a succession of ill-smelling Italian towns. She still felt it to be her deepest grievance against her husband. And now that, after four years of petty household worries, another chance of escape had come, he already wanted to drag her back to bondage. This fit of retrospection had been provoked. by two letters which had come that morning. One was from Ralph, who began by reminding her that he had not heard from her for weeks, and went on to point out, in his usual tone of good-humoured

Starting point is 06:52:16 remonstrance, that since her departure the drain on her letter of credit had been deep and constant. "'I wanted you,' he wrote. "'To get all the fun you could out of the money I made last spring. But I didn't think you'd get through it quite so fast. Try to come home without leaving too many bills behind you. Your illness and pauls cost more than I expected, and Lipscomb has had a bad knock in Wall Street, and hasn't yet paid his first quarter. Always the same monotonous refrain. Was it her fault that she and the boy had been ill, or that Harry Lipscomb had been on the wrong side of Wall Street? Ralph seemed to have money on the brain. His business life had certainly deteriorated him. And, since he hadn't made a success of it after all, why shouldn't he turn

Starting point is 06:53:06 back to literature, and try to write his novel? Undine the previous winter had been dazzled by the figures which a well-known magazine editor whom she had met at a dinner had named as within reach of the successful novelist. She perceived for the first time that literature was becoming fashionable, and instantly decided that it would be amusing and original if she and Ralph should owe their prosperity to his talent. She already saw herself as the wife of a celebrated author, wearing artistic dresses, and doing the drawing-room over with Gothic tapestries and dim lights in altar candlesticks. But when she suggested Ralph's taking up his novel, he answered with a laugh that his brains were sold to the firm, that when he came back at night the tank was empty,

Starting point is 06:53:52 and now he wanted her to sail for home in a week. The other letter excited a deeper resentment. It was an appeal from Laura Fairford to return and look after Ralph. He was overworked and out of spirits, she wrote, and his mother and sister, reluctant as they were to interfere, felt they ought to urge on Dean to come back to him. Details followed, unwelcome and officious. What right had Laura Fairford to preach to her of wifely obligations? No doubt Charles Bowen had sent home a highly-colored report, and there was really a certain irony in Mrs. Fairford's criticizing her sister-in-law's conduct on information obtained from such a source. Undine turned from the window, and threw herself down on her deeply cushioned sofa.

Starting point is 06:54:40 She was feeling the pleasant fatigue consequent on her trip to the country, whither she and Mrs. Shalham had gone with Raymond de Chelle to spend a night at the old Marquis chateau. When her travelling companions an hour earlier had left her at her door, she had half promised to rejoin them for a late dinner in the Bois, and as she leaned back among the cushions, disturbing thoughts were banished by the urgent necessity of deciding what dress she should wear. These bright weeks of the Parisian spring

Starting point is 06:55:09 had given her a first real glimpse into the art of living. From the experts who had taught her to subdue the curves of her figure and soften her bright free stare with dusky pencillings to the skilled purveyors of countless forms of pleasure, the theatres and restaurants, the green and blossoming suburbs, the whole shining, shifting spectacle of nights and days. Every sight and sound and word had combined to charm her perceptions and refine her taste. And her growing friendship with Raymond de Chelle had been the most potent of these influences.

Starting point is 06:55:44 Shell, at once immensely taken, had not only shown his eagerness to share in the helter-skelter motions of Undine's party, but had given her glimpses of another, still more brilliant existence. that life of the inaccessible Foburg, of which the first tantalizing hints had but lately reached her. Hitherto she had assumed that Paris existed for the stranger, that its native life was merely an obscure foundation for the dazzling superstructure of hotels and restaurants, in which her compatriots disported themselves. But lately, she had begun to hear about other American women, the women who had married

Starting point is 06:56:21 into the French aristocracy, and who led, in the high-walled houses beyond the Sen, which she had once thought so dull and dingy, a life that made her own seem as undistinguished as the social existence of the Mealy House. Perhaps what most exasperated her was the discovery in this impenetrable group of the Miss Wincher who had poisoned her far-off summer at Potash Springs. To recognize her old enemy in the Marquis de Tresac, who so frequently figured in the Parisian Chronicle was the more irritating to Undine because her intervening social experiences had caused her to look back on Nettie Wincher as a frumpy girl who wouldn't have had a show in New York. Once more all the accepted values were reversed, and it turned out that Miss Wincher had been in

Starting point is 06:57:08 possession of some key to success on which Undine had not yet put her hand. To know that others were indifferent to what she had thought important was to cheap in all present pleasure, and turn the whole force of her desires in a new direction. What she wanted for the moment was to linger on in Paris, prolonging her flirtation with Shell, and profiting by it to detach herself from her compatriots, and enter doors closed to their approach. And Shell himself attracted her.

Starting point is 06:57:38 She thought him as sweet as she had once thought Ralph, whose fastidiousness and refinement were blent in him with a delightful foreign vivacity. his chief value, however, lay in his power of exciting Van Degan's jealousy. She knew enough of French customs to be aware that such devotion as shells was not likely to have much practical bearing on her future. But Peter had an alarming way of lapsing into security, and as a spur to his ardor, she knew the value of other men's attentions.

Starting point is 06:58:10 It had become Undine's fixed purpose to bring Van Degin to a definite expression of his intentions. The case of Indiana Frusk, whose brilliant marriage the journals of two continents had recently chronicled with unprecedented richness of detail, had made less impression on him than she hoped. He treated it as a comic episode without special bearing on their case, and once, when Undine cited Rolliver's expensive fight for freedom as an instance of the power of love over the most invulnerable natures, had answered carelessly, "'Oh, his first wife was a laundress, I believe.' But all about them, couples were unpairing and pairing again with an ease and rapidity

Starting point is 06:58:51 that encouraged Undine to bide her time. It was simply a question of making Van Degen want her enough, and of not being obliged to abandon the game before he wanted her as much as she meant he should. This was precisely what would happen if she were compelled to leave Paris now. Already the event had shown how right she had been to come abroad. the attention she attracted in Paris had reawakened Van Degan's fancy, and her hold over him was stronger than when they had parted in America. But the next step must be taken with coolness and circumspection,

Starting point is 06:59:26 and she must not throw away what she had gained by going away at his stage when he was sure of her than she of him. She was still intensely considering these questions, when the door behind her opened and he came in. She looked up with a frown, and he gave a deprecating laugh. "'Didn't I knock? Don't look so savage. They told me downstairs you'd got back, and I'd just bolted in without thinking.' He had widened and purpled since their first encounter five years earlier, but his features had not matured. His face was still the face of a covetous, bullying boy, with a large appetite for primitive satisfactions

Starting point is 07:00:06 and a sturdy belief in his intrinsic right to them. It was all the more satisfying to one dean's vanity to see his look change at her tone, from command to conciliation, and from conciliation to the entreaty of a capriciously treated animal. "'What a ridiculous hour for a visit!' she exclaimed, ignoring his excuse.

Starting point is 07:00:28 "'Well, if you disappear like that without a word!' "'I told my mate to telephone you I was going away. You couldn't make time to do it yourself, I suppose. We rushed off suddenly. I'd hardly time to get to the station. You rushed off where, may I ask? Van Degin still lowered down on her. Oh, didn't I tell you?

Starting point is 07:00:52 I've been down staying at Shell Chateau in Burgundy. Her face lit up, and she raised herself eagerly on her elbow. It's the most wonderful old house you ever saw, a real castle, with towers and water all round it, and a funny kind of bridge they pull up. Shell said he wanted me to see just how they lived at home, and I did. I saw everything. The tapestries that Louis Cairns gave them, and the family portraits, and the chapel, where their own priest says mass, and they sit by themselves in a balcony with crowns all over it. The priest was a lovely old man. He said he'd give anything to convert me.

Starting point is 07:01:29 Do you know, I think there's something very beautiful about the Roman Catholic religion? I've often felt I might have been happier if I'd had some religious influence in my life. She sighed a little, and turned her head away. She flattered herself that she had learned to strike the right note with Van Degen. At this crucial stage he needed a taste of his own methods, a glimpse of the fact that there were women in the world who could get on without him. He continued to gaze down at her sulgaly. Were the old people there?

Starting point is 07:02:01 You never told me you knew his mother. I don't. They weren't there. But it didn't make a bit of difference, because Raymond sent down a cook from the Lux. Oh, Lord! Van Degen groaned, dropping down on the end of the sofa. Was the cook got down to chaperone you?

Starting point is 07:02:20 Undine laughed. You talk like Ralph. I had Bertha with me. Bertha? His tone of content. attempt surprised her. She had supposed that Mrs. Shalham's presence had made the visit perfectly correct. "'You went without knowing his parents, and without there inviting you? Don't you know what that sort of thing means out here? Shell did it to brag about you at his club. He

Starting point is 07:02:45 wants to compromise you. That's his game.' "'Do you suppose he does?' A flicker of a smile crossed her lips. "'I'm so unconventional. When I like a man, I never stop to think about such things. But I ought to, of course. You're quite right. She looked at Van Degen thoughtfully. At any rate, he's not a married man. Van Degen had got to his feet again and was standing accusingly before her, but as she spoke, the blood rose to his neck and ears. What difference does that make? It might make a good deal. I see, she added, how careful I ought to be about going round with you. With me? His face fell at the retort.

Starting point is 07:03:30 Then he broke into a laugh. He adored Undine's smartness, which was of precisely the same quality as his own. Oh, that's another thing. You can always trust me to look after you. With your reputation? Much obliged. Van Degin smiled.

Starting point is 07:03:47 She knew he liked such illusions, and was pleased that she thought him compromising. Oh, I'm as good as gold. You've made a new man of me. "'Have I?' she considered him in silence for a moment. "'I wonder what you've done to me but make a discontented woman of me, discontented with everything I had before I knew you.' The change of tone was thrilling to him.

Starting point is 07:04:12 He forgot her mockery, forgot his rival, and sat down at her side, almost in possession of her waist. "'Look here,' he asked. "'Where are we going to dine to-night?' His nearness was not agreeable to Undine, but she liked his free way, his contempt for verbal preliminaries. Ralph's reserves and delicacies, his perpetual desire that he and she should be attuned to the same key, had always vaguely bored her. Whereas in Van Degan's manner, she felt a hint of the masterful way that had once subdued her in Elmer Moffat. But she drew back, releasing

Starting point is 07:04:49 herself. "'To-night? I can't. I'm engaged.' I know you are. Engaged to me. You promised last Sunday you'd dine with me out of town tonight. How can I remember what I promised last Sunday? Besides, after what you've said, I see I oughtn't to. What do you mean by what I've said? Why that I'm imprudent, that people are talking. He stood up with an angry laugh. I suppose you're dining with Shell. Is that it? Is that the way you cross-examine Claire? I don't care a hang what Claire does. I never have.

Starting point is 07:05:28 That must, in some ways, be rather convenient for her. Glad you think so. Are you dining with him? She slowly turned the wedding ring upon her finger. You know, I'm not married to you. Yet. He took a random turn through the room. Then he came back and planted himself wrathfully before her.

Starting point is 07:05:50 Can't you see the man's doing his best to make a fool of you? She kept her amused gaze on him. Does it strike you that it's such an awfully easy thing to do? The edges of his ears were purple. I sometimes think it's easier for these damned little dancing masters than for one of us. Undine was still smiling up at him, but suddenly her face grew grave. What does it matter what I do or don't do when Ralph has ordered me home next week? Ordered you home?

Starting point is 07:06:22 His face changed. Well, you're not going, are you? What's the use of saying such things? She gave a disenchanted laugh. I'm a poor man's wife, and can't do the things my friends do. It's not because Ralph loves me that he wants me back. It's simply because he can't afford to let me stay. Van Degan's perturbation was increasing.

Starting point is 07:06:45 But you mustn't go. It's preposterous. Why should a woman like you be sacrificed when a lot of dreary frumps have everything they want? Besides, you can't chuck me like this. Why were all to motor down to X next week, and perhaps take a dip into Italy? Oh, Italy, she murmured, on a note of yearning. He was closer now and had her hands. You'd love that, wouldn't you? As far as Venice, anyhow.

Starting point is 07:07:13 And then in August there's Truville. You've never tried Truvile. There's an awfully jolly crowd there, and the motoring's ripping in Normandy. If you say so, I'll take a villa there instead of going back to Newport. And I'll put the sorceress in commission, and you can make up parties and run off whenever you like to Scotland or Norway. He hung above her. Don't dine with Michelle tonight. Come with me, and we'll talk things over.

Starting point is 07:07:39 And next week we'll run down to Trueville to choose the villa. Undine's heart was beating fast, but she felt within her a strange, lucid force of resistance. Because of that sense of security She left her hands in Van Degans So Mr. Sprague might have felt At the tensest hour of the pure water move She leaned forward

Starting point is 07:08:01 Holding her suitor off by the pressure of her bent back palms Kiss me goodbye, Peter I sail on Wednesday She said It was the first time she had permitted him a kiss And as his face darkened down on her She felt a moment's recoil But her physical reactions were never very acute.

Starting point is 07:08:22 She always vaguely wondered why people made such a fuss were so violently for or against such demonstrations. A cool spirit within her seemed to watch over and regulate her sensations and leave her capable of measuring the intensity of those she provoked. She turned to look at the clock. You must go now. I shall be hours late for dinner. Go? After that? He held her fast.

Starting point is 07:08:50 Kiss me again, he commanded. It was wonderful how cool she felt, how easily she could slip out of his grasp. Any man could be managed like a child if he were really in love with one. Don't be a goose, Peter. Do you suppose I'd have kissed you if... If what, what, what?

Starting point is 07:09:11 He mimicked her ecstatically, not listening. She saw that if she wished to make him hear her, She must put more distance between them. And she rose and moved across the room. From the fireplace she turned to add, If we hadn't been saying goodbye? Goodbye? Now? What's the use of talking like that?

Starting point is 07:09:33 He jumped up and followed her. Look here, Undine. I'll do anything on earth you want, only don't talk of going. If you'll only stay, I'll make it all as straight and square as you please. I'll get Bertha Shalham to stop over with you for the summer. I'll take a house at Trueville and make my wife come out there. Hang it, she shall, if only you say so. Only be a little good to me. Still, she stood before him without speaking, aware that her implacable brows and narrowed lips would hold him off

Starting point is 07:10:01 as long as she chose. What's the matter on Dean? Why don't you answer? You know you can't go back to that deadly dry rot. She swept about on him with indignant eyes. I can't go on with my present life either. It's hateful, as hateful as the other. If I don't go home, I've got to decide on something different. What do you mean by something different? She was silent, and he insisted. Are you really thinking of marrying Shell? She started as if he had surprised a secret. I'll never forgive you if you speak of it. Good Lord, good Lord, he groaned. She remained motionless, with lowered lids, and he went up to her and pulled her about so that she faced him. Undine, Honor Bright, do you think he'll marry you?

Starting point is 07:10:56 She looked at him with a sudden hardness in her eyes. I really can't discuss such things with you. Oh, for the Lord's sake, don't take that tone. I don't half know what I'm saying. But you mustn't throw yourself away a second time. I'll do anything you want. I swear I will. A knock on the door sent them apart, and a servant entered with a telegram.

Starting point is 07:11:19 Undine turned away to the window with the narrow blue slip. She was glad of the interruption. The sense of what she had at stake made her want to pause a moment and to draw breath. The message was a long cable, signed with Laura Fairford's name. It told her that Ralph had been taken suddenly ill with pneumonia, that his condition was serious,

Starting point is 07:11:39 and that the doctors advised his wife's immediate return. Undine had to read the words over two or three times to get them into her crowded mind, and even after she had done so, she needed more time to see their bearing on her own situation. If the message had concerned her boy, her brain would have acted more quickly. She had never troubled herself over the possibility of Paul's falling ill in her absence, but she understood now that if the cable had been about him, she would have rushed to the earliest steamer. With Ralph it was different. Ralph was always perfectly well.

Starting point is 07:12:12 She could not picture him as being suddenly at death's door and in need of her. Probably his mother and sister had had a panic. They were always full of sentimental terrors. The next moment an angry suspicion flashed across her. What if the cable were a device of the Marvell women to bring her back? Perhaps it had been sent with Ralph's connivance. No doubt Bowen had written home about her. Washington Square had received some monstrous report of her doings.

Starting point is 07:12:40 Yes, the cable was clearly an echo of Laura's letter. Mother and daughter had cooked it up to spoil her pleasure. Once the thought had occurred to her, it struck root in her mind and began to throw out giant branches. Van Degen followed her to the window, his face still flushed and working. "'What's the matter?' he asked, as she continued to stare silently at the telegram. She crumpled the strip of paper in her hand. If only she had been alone, had had a chance to think out her answers.

Starting point is 07:13:13 "'What on earth's the matter?' he repeated. "'Oh, nothing, nothing.' "'Nothing? When you're as white as a sheet?' "'Am I?' she gave a slight laugh. "'That's only a cable from home.' "'Ralph?' She hesitated. "'No. Laura.'

Starting point is 07:13:35 "'What the devil is she cabling you about?' She says Ralph wants me. Now? At once? At once. Van Degen laughed impatiently. Why don't he tell you so himself? What business is it of Laura Fairfords?

Starting point is 07:13:53 Undine's gesture implied a... What indeed? Is that all she says? She hesitated again. Yes, that's all. As she spoke, she tossed the telegram into the basket. skit beneath the writing table. As if I didn't have to go anyhow, she exclaimed.

Starting point is 07:14:14 With an aching clearness of vision, she saw what lay before her, the hurried preparations, the long, tedious voyage on a steamer chosen at haphazard, the arrival in the deadly July heat, and the relapse into all the insufferable daily fag of nursery and kitchen. She saw it, and her imagination recoiled. Van Degan's eyes still hung on. her. She guessed that he was intensely engaged in trying to follow what was passing through her mind. Presently he came up to her again, no longer perilous and importunate, but awkwardly tender, ridiculously moved by her distress. Undine, listen. Won't you let me make it all right for you to stay?

Starting point is 07:14:59 Her heart began to beat more quickly, and she let him come close, meeting his eyes coldly, but without anger. What do you call making it all right? Paying my bills? Don't you see that's what I hate? And will never let myself be dragged into again? She laid her hand on his arm. The time has come when I must be sensible, Peter. That's why we must say goodbye. Do you mean to tell me you're going back to Ralph? She paused a moment. Then she murmured between her lips. I shall never go back to him. Then you do me. to Marychelle. I've told you we must say goodbye. I've got to look out for my future. He stood before her, a resolute, tormented, his lazy mind and impatient senses laboring with a problem beyond their power. Ain't I here to look out for your future?

Starting point is 07:15:55 He said at last. No one shall look out for it in the way you mean. I'd rather never see you again. He gave her a baffled stare. Oh, damn it, if that's how you feel. feel? He turned and flung away toward the door. She stood motionless where he left her. Every nerve strung to the highest pitch of watchfulness. As she stood there, the scene about her stamped itself on her brain with the sharpest precision. She was aware of the fading of the summer light outside, of the movements of her maid, who was laying out her dinner dress in the room

Starting point is 07:16:29 beyond, and of the fact that the tea-roses on her writing table, shaken by Van Degan's tread, were dropping their petals all over Ralph's letter, and down on the crumpled telegram which she could see through the trellised sides of the scrap-basket. In another moment Van Degen would be gone. Worse yet, while he wavered in the doorway, the shallums and shell, after vainly awaiting her, might dash back from the bois and break in on them.

Starting point is 07:16:57 These and other chances rose before her, urging her to action. But she held fast, immovable, unwavering, A proud yet plaintive image of renunciation. Then Deegan's hand was on the door. He half opened it, and then turned back. That's all you've got to say, then? That's all. He jerked the door open and passed out.

Starting point is 07:17:23 She saw him stop in the ante-room to pick up his hat and stick. His heavy figure silhouetted against the glare of the wall lights. A ray of the same light fell on her where she stood in the unlit sitting-room, and her reflection bloomed out like a flower from the mirror that faced her. She looked at the image and waited. Van Degen put his hat on his head and slowly opened the door into the outer hall. Then he turned abruptly, his bulk eclipsing her reflection as he plunged back into the room and came up to her. I'll do anything you say, Undine. I'll do anything in God's world to keep you.

Starting point is 07:18:01 She turned her eyes from the mirror and let them move. rust on his face, which looked as small and withered as an old man's, with a lower lip that trembled queerly. End of Chapter 20. Chapter 21 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The spring in New York proceeded through more than its usual extremes of temperature to the threshold of a sultry June.

Starting point is 07:18:36 Ralph Marvell wearily bent to his. task, felt the fantastic humors of the weather as only one more incoherence in the general chaos of his case. It was strange enough, after four years of marriage, to find himself again in his old brown room in Washington Square. It was hardly there that he had expected Pegasus to land him, and like a man returning to the scenes of his childhood, he found everything on a much smaller scale than he had imagined. Had the dagonet boundaries really narrowed, or had the breach in the walls of his own life led in a wider vision. Certainly there had come to be other differences between his present and his former self

Starting point is 07:19:17 than that embodied in the presence of his little boy in the next room. Paul, in fact, was now the chief link between Ralph and his past. Concerning his son, he still felt and thought, in a general way, in the terms of the Dagonet tradition. He still wanted to implant in Paul some of the reserves and discriminations which divided that tradition from the new spirit of limitless concession. But for himself it was different. Since his transaction with Moffat, he had had the sense of living under a new dispensation. He was not sure that it was any worse than the other, but then he was no longer very sure about anything. Perhaps this growing indifference was merely the reaction from a long, nervous strain,

Starting point is 07:20:02 that his mother and sister thought it so was shown by the way in which they mutely watched and hovered. Their discretion was like the hushed tread about a sick-bed. They permitted themselves no criticism of Undine. He was asked no awkward questions, subjected to no ill-timed sympathy. They simply took him back on his own terms into the life he had left them to, and their silence had none of those subtle implications of disapproval, which may be so much more wounding than speech. For a while he received a weekly letter from Undine. Vague and disappointing, though they were, these missives helped him through the days. But he looked forward to them rather as a pretext for replies than for their actual contents.

Starting point is 07:20:49 Undine was never at a loss for the spoken word. Ralph had often wondered at her verbal range and her fluent use of terms outside the current vocabulary. She had certainly not picked these up in books, since she never opened one. they seemed rather like some odd transmission of her preaching grandparent's oratory. But in her brief and colorless letters, she repeated the same bald statements in the same few terms. She was well. She had been round with Bertha Shalham. She had dined with the Jim Driscoll's or May Berringer or Dickie Bowles. The weather was too lovely or too awful. Such was the gist of her news. On the last page she hoped Paul was well and sent him a kiss, but she never made a suggestion

Starting point is 07:21:36 concerning his care or asked a question about his pursuits. One could only infer that, knowing in what good hands he was, she judged such solicitude superfluous, and it was thus that Ralph put the matter to his mother. Of course she's not worrying about the boy. Why should she? She knows that with you and Laura he's as happy as a king. To which Mrs. Marvell would answer gravely, When you write, Be sure to say I shant put on his thinner flannels as long as this east wind lasts.

Starting point is 07:22:10 As for her husband's welfare, Undine's sole allusion to it consisted in the invariable expression of the hope that he was getting along all right. The phrase was always the same, and Ralph learned to know just how far down the third page to look for it. In a postscript she sometimes asked him to tell her mother about a new one. way of doing hair or cutting a skirt. And this was usually the most eloquent passage of the letter. What satisfaction he extracted from these communications he would have found it hard to say. Yet when they did not come, he missed them hardly less than if they had given him all he craved.

Starting point is 07:22:48 Sometimes the mere act of holding the blue or mauve sheet and breathing its scent was like holding his wife's hand and being enveloped in her fresh young fragrance. The sentimental vanished in the penetrating physical sensation. In other moods, it was enough to trace the letters of the first line, and the last, for the desert of perfunctory phrases between the two to vanish, leaving him only the vision of their interlaced names, as of a mystic bond which her own hand had tied. Or else he saw her closely, palpably before him, as she sat at her writing-table,

Starting point is 07:23:26 frowning and a little flushed, her bent nape showing the line. light on her hair, her short lip pulled up by the effort of composition, and this picture had the violent reality of dream images on the verge of waking. At other times, as he read her letter, he felt simply that at least in the moment of writing it, she had been with him. But in one of the last, she had said, to excuse a bad blot and an incoherent sentence, everybody's talking to me at once, and I don't know what I'm writing.' That letter he had thrown into the fire. After the first few weeks, the letters came less and less regularly.

Starting point is 07:24:07 At the end of two months, they ceased. Ralph had got into the habit of watching for them on the days when a foreign post was due, and as the weeks went by without a sign, he began to invent excuses for leaving the office earlier and hurrying back to Washington Square to search the letterbox for a big, tinted envelope with a straggling, blotted superscription. Undine's departure had given him a momentary sense of liberation. At that stage in their relations, any change would have brought relief.

Starting point is 07:24:38 But now that she was gone, he knew she could never really go. Though his feeling for her had changed, it still ruled his life. If he saw her in her weakness, he felt her in her power. The power of youth and physical radiance that clung to his disenchanted memories. as the scent she used clung to her letters. Looking back at their four years of marriage, he began to ask himself if he had done all he could to draw her half-formed spirit from its sleep.

Starting point is 07:25:07 Had he not expected too much at first, and grown too indifferent in the sequel? After all, she was still in the toy age, and perhaps the very extravagance of his love had retarded her growth, helped to imprison her in a little circle of frivolous illusions. But the last months had made a man of him, and when she came back he would know how to lift her to the height of his experience so he

Starting point is 07:25:33 would reason day by day as he hastened back to Washington Square but when he opened the door and his first glance at the hall table showed him there was no letter there his allusions shriveled down to their weak roots she had not written she did not mean to write he and the boy were no longer a part of her life when she came back and she Everything would be as it had been before, with the dreary difference that she had tasted new pleasures, and that their absence would take the savour from all he had to give her. Then the coming of another foreign mail would lift his hopes, and as he hurried home, he would imagine new reasons for expecting a letter.

Starting point is 07:26:15 Week after week he swung between the extremes of hope and dejection, and at last when the strain had become unbearable, he cabled her. The answer ran, Very well, best love, writing. But the promised letter never came. He went on steadily with his work. He even passed through a phase of exaggerated energy, that his baffled youth fought in him for air.

Starting point is 07:26:42 Was this to be the end? Was he to wear his life out in useless drudgery? The plain prose of it, of course, was that the economic situation remained unchanged by the sentimental catastrophe, and that he must go on working for his wife and child. But at any rate, as it was mainly for Paul that he would henceforth work, it should be on his own terms, and according to his inherited notions of straightness. He would never again engage in any transaction resembling his compact with Moffat. Even now he was not sure that

Starting point is 07:27:13 there had been anything crooked in that, but the fact of his having instinctively referred the point to Mr. Sprague, rather than to his grandfather, implied a presumption. against it. His partners were quick to profit by his sudden spurt of energy, and his work grew no lighter. He was not only the youngest and most recent member of the firm, but the one who had so far added least to the volume of its business. His hours were the longest, his absences, as summer approached, the least frequent, and the most grudgingly accorded. No doubt his associates knew that he was pressed for money and could not risk a break. They worked him, and he was away. He was a of it, and submitted because he dared not lose his job. But the long hours of mechanical

Starting point is 07:27:57 drudgery were telling on his active body and undisciplined nerves. He had begun too late to subject himself to the persistent mortification of spirit and flesh, which is a condition of the average business life. And after the long, dull days in the office, the evenings at his grandfather's whist table did not give him the counter-stimulus he needed. Almost everyone had gone out of town. But now and then Miss Rayleigh. came to dine, and Ralph, seated beneath the family portraits and opposite the desiccated Harriet, who had already faded to the semblance of one of her own great aunts, listened languidly to the kind of talk that the originals might have exchanged about the same table

Starting point is 07:28:35 when New York gentility centered in the battery and the bowling green. Mr. Dagenet was always pleasant to see and hear, but his sarcasms were growing faint and recondite. They had as little bearing on life as the humors of a restoration comedy. As for Mrs. Marbeau, and Miss Ray, they seemed to the young man even more spectrally remote, hardly anything that mattered to him existed for them, and their prejudices reminded him of signposts, warning off trespassers who have long since ceased to intrude. Now and then he dined at his club, and went on to the theatre with some young men of his own age, but he left them afterward, half vexed with himself for not being in the humor to prolong the adventure. There were moments when he would have liked to

Starting point is 07:29:21 affirm his freedom in however commonplace away, moments when the vulgarest way would have seemed the most satisfying. But he always ended by walking home alone and tiptoeing upstairs through the sleeping house, lest he should wake his boy. On Saturday afternoons, when the business world was hurrying to the country for golf and tennis, he stayed in town and took Paul to see this Braggs. Several times since his wife's departure he had tried to bring about closer relations with his own family and Undines, and the ladies of Washington Square, in their eagerness to meet his wishes, had made various friendly advances to Mrs. Sprague. But they were met by a mute resistance, which made Ralph suspect that Undine's strictures on his family had taken root in her mother's brooding

Starting point is 07:30:07 mind, and he gave up the struggle to bring together what had been so effectually put asunder. If he regretted his lack of success, it was chiefly because he was so sorry for the Spragues. Soon after Undine's marriage, they had abandoned their polychrome suite at the Stentorian, and since then their peregrinations had carried them through half the hotels of the metropolis. Undine, who had early discovered her mistake in thinking hotel life fashionable, had tried to persuade her parents to take a house of their own. But though they refrained from taxing her with inconsistency, they did not act on her suggestion. Mrs. Sprague seemed to shrink from the thought of,

Starting point is 07:30:46 going back to housekeeping, and Ralph suspected that she depended on the transit from hotel to hotel as the one element of variety in her life. As for Mr. Sprague, it was impossible to imagine anyone in whom the domestic sentiments were more completely unlocalized and disconnected from any fixed habits, and he was probably aware of his changes of abode chiefly as they obliged him to ascend from the subway or descend from the elevated, a few blocks higher up or lower down. Neither husband nor wife complained to Ralph of their frequent displacements, or assigned to them any cause, save the vague one of, guessing they could do better. But Ralph noticed that the decreasing luxury of their life synchronized with Undine's growing demands for money. During the last

Starting point is 07:31:34 few months they had transferred themselves to the Malabran, a tall, narrow structure resembling a grain elevator divided into cells, where Linolium and Lindcrusta simulated the succumbus' marble of the stentorian, and fagged businessmen and their families consumed the watery stews, dispensed by colored help in the gray twilight of a basement dining room. Mrs. Sprague had no sitting room, and Paul and his father had to be received in one of the long public parlors, between ladies seated at rickety desks in the throes of correspondence, and groups of listlessly conversing residents and callers. The Spragues were intensely proud of their grandson, son, and Ralph perceived that they would have liked to see Paul charging uproariously from group to group

Starting point is 07:32:19 and thrusting his bright curls and cherubic smile upon the general attention. The fact that the boy preferred to stand between his grandfather's knees, and play with Mr. Sprague's masonic emblem, or dangle his legs from the arm of Mrs. Sprague's chair, seemed to his grandparents evidence of ill health or undue repression, and he was subjected by Mrs. Sprague to searching inquiries as to how his food set, and whether he didn't think his pauper was too strict with him. A more embarrassing problem was raised by the surprise, in the shape of peanut candy or chocolate creams, which he was invited to hunt for in Grandma's pockets, and which Ralph had to confiscate on the way home, lest the dietary rules of Washington Square should be too visibly infringed.

Starting point is 07:33:04 Sometimes Ralph found Mrs. Heaney, ruddy and jovial, seated in the armchair opposite Mrs. Bray and regaling her with selections from a new batch of clippings. During Undine's illness of the previous winter, Mrs. Heaney had become a familiar figure to Paul, who had learned to expect almost as much from her bag as from his grandmother's pockets, so that the intemperate Saturdays at the Malabran were usually followed by languid and abstemious Sundays

Starting point is 07:33:31 in Washington Square. Mrs. Heaney, being unaware of this sequel to her bounties, formed the habit of appearing regularly on Saturdays, And while she chatted with his grandmother, the little boy was encouraged to scatter the grimy carpet with face creams and bunches of clippings in his thrilling quest for the sweets at the bottom of her bag. "'I declare, if he ain't in just as much of a hurry for everything as his mother!' she exclaimed one day in her rich rolling voice, and stooping to pick up a long strip of newspaper which Paul had flung aside, she added, as she smoothed it out, "'I guess if he was a little mite older he'd be better pleased with this and the candy. It's the very thing I was trying to find for you the other day, Mrs. Sprague, she went on, holding

Starting point is 07:34:15 the bit of paper at arm's length, and she began to read out, with a loudness proportioned to the distance between her eyes and the text. With two such sprinters as Pete Van Deegan and Dickie Bowles to set the pace, it's no wonder the New York set in Paris has struck a livelier gate than ever this spring. It's a high-pressure season, and no mistake, and no one lags behind less than the fascinating Mrs. Ralph Marvell, who was to be seen daily and nightly in all the smartest restaurants and naughtiest theaters, with so many devoted swains in attendance that the rival beauties of both worlds are said to be making catty comments. But then Mrs. Marvell's gowns are almost as good as her looks, and how can you expect the other women to stand for

Starting point is 07:35:02 such a monopoly? To escape the strain of these visits, Ralph once or twice tried the experiment of leaving Paul with his grandparents and calling for him in the late afternoon. But one day, on re-entering the Malabran, he was met by a small, abashed figure clad in a kaleidoscopic tartan and a green velvet cap with a silver thistle. After this experience of the surprises of which Grandma was capable when she had a chance to take Paul shopping, Ralph did not again venture to leave his son, and their subsequent Saturdays were passed together in the sultry gloom of the Malabran. conversation with the Sprague's was almost impossible. Ralph could talk with his father-in-law in his office,

Starting point is 07:35:43 but in the hotel parlor Mr. Sprague sat in a ruminating silence, broken only by the omission of an occasional, Well, well, addressed to his grandson. As for Mrs. Sprague, her son-in-law could not remember having had a sustained conversation with her since the distant day when he had first called at the Stentorian and had been entertained, in Undine's absence, by her astonished mother.

Starting point is 07:36:08 The shock of that encounter had moved Mrs. Sprague to eloquence, but Ralph's entrance into the family, without making him seem less of a stranger, appeared once for all to have relieved her of the obligation of finding something to say to him. The one question she invariably asked, You heard from Undy? Had been relatively easy to answer, while his wife's infrequent letters continued to arrive. But a Saturday came when he felt the blood ryeably.

Starting point is 07:36:35 to his temples, as for the fourth consecutive week, he stammered out, under the snapping eyes of Mrs. Heaney. No, not by this post either. I begin to think I must have lost a letter. And it was then that Mr. Sprague, who had sat silently looking up at the ceiling, cut short his wife's exclamation by an inquiry about real estate in the Bronx. After that, Ralph noticed, Mrs. Sprague never again renewed her question, and he understood that his father-in-law had guessed his embarrassment and wished to spare it. Ralph had never thought of looking for any delicacy of feeling under Mr. Sprague's large, lazy irony, and the incident drew the two men nearer together.

Starting point is 07:37:19 Mrs. Sprague, for her part, was certainly not delicate, but she was simple and without malice, and Ralph liked her for her silent acceptance of her diminished state. Sometimes, as he sat between the lonely, primitive old couple, he wondered from what source Undine's voracious ambitions had been drawn. All she cared for, and attached importance to, was as remote from her parents' conception of life as her impatient greed from their passive stoicism. One hot afternoon toward the end of June,

Starting point is 07:37:52 Ralph suddenly wondered if Claire Van Deegan were still in town. She had dined in Washington Square some ten days earlier, and he remembered her saying that she had sent the children down to Long Island, but that she herself meant to stay on in town till the heat grew unbearable. She hated her big, showy place on Long Island. She was tired of the spring trip to London and Paris, where one met at every turn the faces one had grown sick of seeing all winter, and she declared that in the early summer New York was the only place

Starting point is 07:38:22 in which one could escape from New Yorkers. She put the case amusingly, and it was like her to take up any attitude that went against the habits of her set, but she lived at the mercy of her movement. moods, and one could never tell how long any one of them would rule her. As he sat in his office, with the noise and glare of the endless afternoon rising up in hot waves from the street, they wandered into Ralph's mind a vision of her shady drawing-room. All day it hung before him, like the mirage of a spring before a dusty traveller.

Starting point is 07:38:54 He felt a positive thirst for her presence, for the sound of her voice, the wide spaces and luxurious silences surrounding her. It was perhaps because, on that particular day, a spiral pain was twisting around in the back of his head, and digging in a little deeper with each twist, and because the figures on the balance sheet before him were hopping about like black imps in an infernal forward and back, that the picture hung there so persistently. It was a long time since he had wanted anything as much as, at that particular moment, he wanted to be with Claire and hear her voice. and as soon as he had ground out the day's measure of work,

Starting point is 07:39:35 he rang up the Van Degen Place and learned that she was still in town. The lowered awnings of her inner drawing-room cast a luminous shadow on old cabinets and consoles, and on the pale flowers scattered here and there in vases of bronze and porcelain. Claire's taste was as capricious as her moods, and the rest of the house was not in harmony with this room.

Starting point is 07:39:58 There was, in particular, another drawing-room, which she now described as Peter's creation, but which Ralph knew to be partly hers, a heavily decorated apartment, where Popple's portrait of her throned over a waste of gilt furniture. It was characteristic that today she had had Ralph shone in by another way, and that as she had spared him the polyphonic drawing-room, so she had skillfully adapted her own appearance to her sober background. She sat near the window, reading, in a clear, cool dress, and at his entrance she merely slipped a finger between the pages and looked up at him.

Starting point is 07:40:36 Her way of receiving him made him feel that her restlessness and stridency were as unlike her genuine self as the gilded drawing-room, and that this quiet creature was the only real Clare, the Clare who had once been so nearly his, and who seemed to want him to know that she had never wholly been anyone else's. Why didn't you let me know you were still in town? He asked, as he sat down in the sofa corner near her chair. Her dark smile deepened. I hoped you'd come and see.

Starting point is 07:41:08 One never knows with you. He was looking about the room with a kind of confused pleasure in its pale shadows and spots of dark, rich color. The old lacquer screen behind Claire's head looked like a lustreless black pool with gold leaves floating on it. And another piece, a little table at her elbow, had the brown bloom and the pear-like curves of an old violin.

Starting point is 07:41:33 I like to be here, Ralph said. She did not make the mistake of asking, Then why do you never come? Instead, she turned away, and drew an inner curtain across the window to shut out the sunlight, which was beginning to slant in under the awning. The mere fact of her not answering, and the final touch of well-being which her gesture gave,

Starting point is 07:41:56 reminded him of other summer days they had spent together. Long, rambling boy and girl days in the hot woods and sunny fields when they had never thought of talking to each other unless there was something they particularly wanted to say. His tired fancy strayed off for a second to the thought of what it would have been like to come back at the end of the day to such a sweet community of silence. But his mind was too crowded with important facts

Starting point is 07:42:22 for any lasting view of visionary distances. The thought faded, and he merely felt how restful it was to have her near. I'm glad you stayed in town. You must let me come again, he said. I suppose you can't always get away, she answered, and she began to listen, with grave, intelligent eyes, to his description of his tedious days. With her eyes on him, he felt the exquisite relief of talking about himself, as he had not dared to talk to anyone's since his marriage. He would not for the world have confessed his discouragement, his consciousness of incapacity. To Undine and in Washington Square, any hint of failure would have been taken as a criticism of what his wife demanded of him. Only to Claire Van Deegan could he cry out his present

Starting point is 07:43:11 despondency and his loathing of the interminable task ahead. A man doesn't know till he tries it how killing uncongenial work is, and how it destroys the power of doing what one's fit for, even if there's time for both. But there's Paul to be looked out for, and I daren't chuck my job. I'm in mortal terror of its chucking me. Little by little he slipped into a detailed recital of all his lesser worries,

Starting point is 07:43:40 the most recent of which was his experience with the Lipscombs, who after a two-month's tenancy of the West End Avenue house, had decamped without paying their rent. Claire laughed contemptuously. Yes, I heard, he'd come to grief and been suspended from the stock exchange, and I see in the papers that his wife's retort has been to sue for a divorce. Ralph knew that, like all their clan, his cousin regarded a divorce suit as a vulgar and unnecessary way of taking the public into one's confidence.

Starting point is 07:44:12 His mind flashed back to the family feast in Washington Square in celebration of his engagement. He recalled his grandfather's chance allusion to Mrs. Lipscomb, and Undine's answer fluted out on her highest note. Oh, I guess he'll get a divorce pretty soon. He's been a disappointment to her. Ralph could still hear the horrified murmur with which his mother had rebuked his laugh, for he had laughed, had thought Undine's speech fresh and natural. Now he felt the ironic rebound of her words. Heaven knew he had been a disappointment to her. And what was there in her own feeling, or in her inherited prejudices, to prevent her seeking the same redress as Mabel Lipscomb. He wondered if the same thought were in his cousin's mind. They began to talk of other things,

Starting point is 07:45:00 books, pictures, plays, and one by one the closed doors opened, and light was let into dusty, shuttered places. Claire's mind was neither keen nor deep. Ralph, in the past, had often smiled at her rash ardors and vague intensities. But she had his own range of illusions, and a great gift of momentary understanding, and he had so long beaten his thoughts out against a blank wall of incomprehension that her sympathy seemed full of insight. She began by a question about his writing, but the subject was distasteful to him, and he turned the talk to a new book in which she had been interested. She knew enough of it to slip in the right word here and there, and that Then they wandered on to kindred topics.

Starting point is 07:45:49 Under the warmth of her attention, his torpid ideas awoke again, and his eyes took their fill of pleasure as she leaned forward, her thin brown hands clasped on her knees, and her eager face reflecting all his feelings. There was a moment when the two currents of sensation were merged and one, and he began to feel confusedly that he was young and she was kind, and that there was nothing he would like better than to go on sitting there. much caring what she said or how he answered, if only she would let him look at her, and give him one of her thin, brown hands to hold. Then the corkscrew in the back of his

Starting point is 07:46:26 head dug into him again with a deeper thrust, and she seemed suddenly to recede to a great distance, and be divided from him by a fog of pain. The fog lifted after a minute, but it left him queerly remote from her, from the cool room, with its scents and shadows, and from all the objects which, a moment before, had been so sharply impinged upon his senses. It was as though he looked at it all through a rain-blurred pain, against which his hand would strike if he held it out to her. That impression passed also, and he found himself thinking how tired he was, and how little anything mattered. He recalled the unfinished piece of work on his desk, and for a moment he had the odd illusion that it was there before him.

Starting point is 07:47:12 She exclaimed, "'But are you going?' And her exclamation made him aware that he had left his seat and was standing in front of her. He fancied there was some kind of appeal in her brown eyes, but she was so dim and far off

Starting point is 07:47:27 that he couldn't be sure of what she wanted, and the next moment he found himself shaking hands with her and heard her saying something kind and cold about its having been so nice to see him. Halfway up the stairs, little Paul, shining and rosy from supper, lurked in ambush for his evening game. Ralph was fond of stooping down to let the boy climb up his outstretched arms to his shoulders, but today,

Starting point is 07:47:53 as he did so, Paul's hug seemed to crush him in a vice, and the shout of welcome that accompanied it racked his ears like an explosion of steam whistles. The queer distance between himself and the rest of the world was annihilated again. Everything stared and glared and clutched him. He tried to turn away his face from the child's hot kisses, and as he did so he caught sight of a mauve envelope among the hats and sticks on the hall table. Instantly he passed Paul over to his nurse, stammered out a word about being tired, and sprang up the long flights to his study. The pain in his head had stopped, but his hands trembled as he tore open the envelope. Within it was a second letter bearing a French stamp and addressed to himself. It looked like a business communication,

Starting point is 07:48:39 and had apparently been sent to one Dean's hotel in Paris, and forwarded to him by her hand. Another bill, he reflected grimly, as he threw it aside and felt in the outer envelope for her letter. There was nothing there, and after a first sharp pang of disappointment, he picked up the enclosure and opened it. Inside was a lithographed circular, headed confidential, and bearing the Paris address of a firm of private detectives, who undertook in conditions of attested and inviolable discretion to investigate delicate situations, look up doubtful antecedents, and furnish reliable evidence of misconduct, all on the most reasonable terms. For a long time Ralph sat and stared at this document. Then he began to laugh, and tossed it into the scrap basket. After that, with a groan, he dropped his head against the edge

Starting point is 07:49:37 of his writing table. End of Chapter 21. Chapter 22 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain. When he woke, the first thing he remembered was the fact of having cried. He could not think how he had come to be such a fool. He hoped to heaven no one had seen him. He supposed he must have been worrying about the unfinished piece of work at the office.

Starting point is 07:50:16 Where was it, by the way? he wondered. Why, where he had left it the day before, of course. What a ridiculous thing to worry about. But it seemed to follow him about like a dog. He said to himself that he must get up presently and go down to the office. Presently, when he could open his eyes. Just now there was a dead weight on them. He tried one after another in vain. The effort set him weakly trembling, and he wanted to cry again. nonsense he must get out of bed. He stretched his arms out, trying to reach something to pull himself up, but everything slipped away and evaded him.

Starting point is 07:50:56 It was like trying to catch at bright, short waves. Then suddenly his fingers clasped themselves about something firm and warm. A hand! A hand that gave him back his pressure. The relief was inexpressible. He lay still and let the hand hold him, while mentally he went through the motions of getting up and beginning to dress. So indistinct were the boundaries between thought and action that he really felt himself moving about the room

Starting point is 07:51:25 in a queer, disembodied way, as one treads the air and sleep. Then he felt the bedclothes over him, and the pillows under his head. I must get up, he said, and pulled at the hand. It pressed him down again, down into a dim, deep pool of sleep. He lay there for a long time, in a silent blackness far below light and sound. Then he gradually floated to the surface with the buoyancy of a dead body. But his body had never been more alive. Jagged strokes of pain tore through it, hands dragged at it with nails that bit like teeth. They wound songs about him, bound him, tied weights to him, tried to pull him down

Starting point is 07:52:10 with them. But still he floated, floated, danced on the fiery waves of pain, with barbed light pouring down on him from an arrowy sky. Charmed intervals of rest, blue sailings on melodious seas, alternated with the anguish. He became a leaf on the air, a feather on a current, a straw on the tide, the spray of the waves spinning itself to sunshine as the wave toppled over into gulfs of blue. He woke on a stony beach, his legs and arms still lash to his sides, and the thongs cutting into him. But the fierce sky was hidden, and hidden by his own languid lids. He felt the ecstasy of decreasing pain, and courage came to him to open his eyes and look about him. The beach was his own bed. The tempered light lay on familiar things, and someone was

Starting point is 07:53:06 moving about in a shadowy way between bed and window. He was thirsty, and someone gave him a drink. His pillow burned, and someone turned the cool side out. His brain was clear enough now for him to understand that he was ill, and to want to talk about it. But his tongue hung in his throat like a clapper and a bell. He must wait till the rope was pulled. So time and life stole back on him, and his thoughts labored weakly with dim fears. Slowly he cleared away through them, adjusted himself to his strange state, and found out that he was in his own room, in his grandfather's house, that alternating with the white-capped faces about him were those of his mother and sister, and that in a few days, if he took his beef tea and didn't fret, Paul would be brought up from Long Island, whither, on account of the great heat, he had been carried off by Claire Van Deegan. No one named Undeen to him, and he did not speak of her. But one day as he lay in bed in the summer twilight, he had a vision of a moment, a long way behind him.

Starting point is 07:54:14 At the beginning of his illness, it must have been, when he had called out for her in his anguish, and someone had said, She's coming, she'll be here next week. Could it be that next week was not yet here? He supposed that illness robbed one of all sense of time, and he lay asleep. still as if an ambush, watching his scattered memories come out one by one and join themselves together. If he watched long enough he was sure he should recognize one that fitted into his picture of the day when he had asked for Undine. And at length a face came out of the twilight, a freckled face, benevolently bent over him under a starched cap. He had not seen the face for

Starting point is 07:54:53 a long time, but suddenly it took shape and fitted itself into the picture. Laura Fairford sat nearby, a book on her. her knee. At the sound of his voice, she looked up. What was the name of the first nurse? The first? The one that went away. Oh, Miss Hicks, you mean? How long is it since she went? It must be three weeks. She had another case.

Starting point is 07:55:22 He thought this over carefully. Then he spoke again. Call Undine. She made no answer. She made no answer, and he repeated irritably, "'Why don't you call her? I want to speak with her.' Mrs. Fairford laid down her book and came to him. "'She's not here. Just now.' He dealt with this also, laboriously.

Starting point is 07:55:49 "'You mean she's out? She's not in the house?' "'I mean she hasn't come yet.' As she spoke, Ralph felt a sudden son. strength and hardness in his brain and body. Everything in him became as clear as noon. But it was before Miss Hicks left that you told me you'd sent for her, and that she'd be here the following week, and you say Miss Hicks has been gone three weeks. This was what he had worked out in his head and what he meant to say to his sister, but something seemed to snap shut in his throat, and he closed his eyes without speaking. Even when Mr. Sprague came to see him, he said,

Starting point is 07:56:30 said nothing. They talked about his illness, about the hot weather, about the rumors that Harmon B. Driscoll was again threatened with indictment, and then Mr. Sprague pulled himself out of his chair and said, "'I presume you'll call round out the office before you leave the city.' "'Oh, yes, as soon as I'm up,' Ralph answered. They understood each other. Claire had urged him to come down to Long Island to complete his convalescence there, but he preferred to stay in Washington Square till he should be strong enough for the journey to the Adirondacks, whither Laura had already preceded him with Paul. He did not want to see anyone but his mother and grandfather, till his legs could carry him to Mr. Sprague's office. It was an oppressive day

Starting point is 07:57:14 in mid-August, with a yellow mist of heat in the sky, when at last he entered the big office building. Swirls of dust lay on the mosaic floor, and a stale smell of decayed fruit and salt air, and steaming asphalt filled the place like a fog. As he shot up in the elevator, someone slapped him on the back, and turning he saw Elmer Moffat at his side, smooth and rubicund under a new straw hat. Moffet was loudly glad to see him. I haven't laid eyes on you for months.

Starting point is 07:57:45 At the old stand still? So am I, he added, as Ralph assented. Hope to see you there again some day. Don't forget it's my turn this time. Glad if I can be any use to you. So long. Ralph's weak bones ached under his handshake. How's Mrs. Marvell?

Starting point is 07:58:04 He turned back from his landing to call out. And Ralph answered, Thanks. She's very well. Mr. Sprague sat alone in his murky inner office, the fly-blown engraving of Daniel Webster above his head, and the congested scrap-basket beneath his feet. He looked fagged and sallow, like the day.

Starting point is 07:58:25 Ralph sat down on the other side of the desk. For a moment his throat contracted, as it had when he had tried to question his sister. Then he asked, Where's Undine? Mr. Sprag glanced at the calendar that hung from a hat-peg on the door. Then he released the Masonic emblem from his grasp, drew out his watch, and consulted it critically. If the train's on time, I presume she's somewhere between Chicago and Omaha roundabout now. Ralph stared at him, wondering if the heat had gone to his head.

Starting point is 07:59:00 I don't understand. The 20th centuries generally considered the best route to Dakota, explained Mr. Sprague, who pronounced the word, route. Do you mean to say undines in the United States? Mr. Sprague's lower lip groped for the phantom toothpick. Why, let me see. Hasn't Dakota been a state a year, or two now?

Starting point is 07:59:25 Oh, God, Ralph cried, pushing his chair back violently and striding across the narrow room. As he turned, Mr. Sprague stood up and advanced a few steps. He had given up the quest for the toothpick, and his drawn-in lips were no more than a narrow depression in his beard. He stood before Ralph, absently shaking the loose change in his trouser pockets. Ralph felt the same hardness and lucidity that had come to him when he had heard his sister's answer. "'She's gone, you mean. Left me.

Starting point is 07:59:57 With another man?' Mr. Sprague himself up with a kind of slouching majesty. "'My daughter is not in that style. I understand Undine thinks there have been mistakes on both sides. She considers the tie was formed too hastily. I believe desertion is the usual plea in such cases.' Ralph stared about him, hardly listening. He did not resent his father-in-law's tone.

Starting point is 08:00:23 In a dim way he guessed that Mr. Sprague was suffering hardly less than himself. But nothing was clear to him, save the monstrous fact suddenly upheaved in his path. His wife had left him, and the plan for her evasion had been made and executed while he lay helpless. She had seized the opportunity of his illness to keep him in ignorance of her design. The humor of it suddenly struck him, and he laughed. Do you mean to tell me that Undine's divorcing me, me?" "'I presume that's her plan,' Mr. Sprague admitted.

Starting point is 08:00:58 "'For desertion!' Ralph pursued, still laughing. His father-in-law hesitated a moment. Then he answered, "'You've always done all you could for my daughter. There wasn't any other plea she could think of. She presumed this would be the most agreeable to your family.' "'It was good of her to think of that.' Mr. Sprague's only comment was a sigh. "'Does she imagine I won't fight it?' Ralph broke out with sudden passion.

Starting point is 08:01:30 His father-in-law looked at him thoughtfully. "'I presume you realize it ain't easy to change, Undine, once she's set on a thing. Perhaps not. But if she really means to apply for a divorce, I can make it a little less easy for her to get.' "'That's so,' Mr. Sprague conceded. He turned back to his revolving chair, and seating himself in it began to drum on the desk with cigar-stained fingers. "'And by God I will!' Ralph thundered. Anger was the only emotion in him now.

Starting point is 08:02:06 He had been fooled, cheated, made a mock of, but the score was not settled yet. He turned back and stood before Mr. Sprague. I suppose she's gone with Van Degan. "'My daughter's gone alone, sir. I saw her off at the station. I understood she was to join a lady friend.' At every point Ralph felt his hold slip off the surface of his father-in-law's impervious fatalism. "'Does she suppose Van Degan's going to marry her?' Undine didn't mention her future plans to me. After a moment, Mr. Sprague appended, "'If she had, I should have declined to discuss them with her.'

Starting point is 08:02:45 Ralph looked at him curiously, perceiving that he intended in this negative way to imply his disapproval of his daughter's course. "'I shall fight it. I shall fight it,' the young man cried again. "'You may tell her I shall fight it to the end.' Mr. Sprague pressed the nib of his pen against the dust-coated inkstand. "'I suppose you would have to engage a lawyer. She'll know it that way,' he remarked. "'She'll know it. You may count on that.' Ralph had begun to laugh again.

Starting point is 08:03:18 Suddenly he heard his own laugh and it pulled him up. What was he laughing about? What was he talking about? The thing was to act, to hold his tongue and act. There was no use uttering windy threats to this broken-spirited old man. A fury of action burned in Ralph, pouring light into his mind and strength into his muscles. He caught up his hat and turned to the door. As he opened it, Mr. Sprague rose again and came forward with his slow, shambling step.

Starting point is 08:03:50 He laid his hand on Ralph's arm. I'd have given anything. Anything short of my girl herself. Not to have this happen to you, Ralph Marvell. Thank you, sir, said Ralph. They looked at each other for a moment. Then Mr. Sprague added, But it has happened, you know.

Starting point is 08:04:11 Bear that in mind. Nothing you can do will change it. Time and again I've found that a good thing to remember. End of Chapter 22. Chapter 23 Of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Liberbox recording is in the public domain. In the Adirondacks, Ralph Marvell sat day after day on the balcony of his little house above the lake, staring at the great white cloud reflections in the water

Starting point is 08:04:49 and at the dark line of trees that closed them in. Now and then he got into the canoe and paddled himself through a winding chain of ponds to some lonely clearing in the forest. And there he lay on his back in the pine needles and watched the great clouds form and dissolve themselves above his head. All his past life seemed to be symbolized

Starting point is 08:05:12 by the building up and breaking down of those fluctuating shapes, which incalculable wind currents perpetually shifted and remodeled, or swept from the zenith like a pinch of dust. His sister told him that he looked well, better than he had in years, and there were moments when his listlessness, his stony insensibility to the small pricks and frictions of daily life, might have passed for the serenity of recovered health. There was no one with whom he could speak of Undine. His family had threatened over the whole subject a pall of silence, which even Laura Fairford shrank from raising. As for his mother, Ralph had seen at once that the idea of talking over the situation

Starting point is 08:05:56 was positively frightening to her. There was no provision for such emergencies in the moral order of Washington Square. The affair was a scandal, and it was not in the dagonet tradition to acknowledge the existence of scandals. Ralph recalled a dim memory of his childhood, the tale of a misguided friend of his mothers who had left her husband for a more congenial companion, and who, years later, returning ill and friendless to New York, had appealed for sympathy to Mrs. Marvell. The latter had not refused to give it, but she had put on her black cashmere and two veils when she went to see her unhappy friend, and had never mentioned these errands of mercy to her husband. Ralph suspected that the constraint shown by his mother and sister

Starting point is 08:06:41 was partly due to their having but a dim and confused view of what had happened. In their vocabulary, the word divorce was wrapped in such a dark veil of innuendo as no ladylike hand would care to lift. They had not reached the point of differentiating divorces, but classed them indistinctively as disgraceful incidents, in which the woman was always to blame. But the man, though her innocent victim, was yet inevitably contaminated. The time involved in the proceedings was viewed as a penitential season, during which it

Starting point is 08:07:15 behoved the family of the persons concerned to behave as though they were dead. Yet any open allusion to the reason for adopting such an attitude would have been regarded as the height of indelicacy. Mr. Dagenet's notion of the case was almost as remote from reality. All he asked was that his grandson should thrash somebody, and he could not be made to understand that the modern drama of divorce is sometimes cast without a love lace. You might as well tell me there was nobody but Adam in the garden when Eve picked the apple. You say your wife was discontented? No woman ever knows she's discontented till some man tells her so.

Starting point is 08:07:55 My God. I've seen smash-ups before now. But I never yet saw a marriage dissolved like a business partnership. Divorce without a lover? Why, it's... It's as unnatural as getting drunk on lemonade." After this first explosion, Mr. Dagonet also became silent, and Ralph perceived that what annoyed him most was the fact of the scandals not being won

Starting point is 08:08:20 in any gentlemanly sense of the word. It was like some nasty business mess, about which Mr. Dagonet couldn't pretend to have an opinion, since such things didn't happen to men of his kind. That such a thing should have happened to his only grandson, was probably the bitterest experience of his pleasantly uneventful life, and it added a touch of irony to Ralph's unhappiness, to know how little, in the whole affair,

Starting point is 08:08:46 he was cutting the figure Mr. Dagonet expected him to cut. At first he had chafed under the taciturnity surrounding him, had passionately longed to cry out his humiliation, his rebellion, his despair. Then he began to feel the tonic effect of silence, and the next stage was reached when it became clear to him that there was nothing to say. There were thoughts, and thoughts,

Starting point is 08:09:11 they bubbled up perpetually from the black springs of his hidden misery. They stole on him in the darkness of night, they blotted out the light of day. But when it came to putting them into words and applying them to the external facts of the case, they seemed totally unrelated to it. One more white and sun-touched glory had gone from his sky,

Starting point is 08:09:32 but there seemed no way of connecting that with such practical issues as his case. his being called on to decide whether Paul was to be put in knickerbockers or trousers, and whether he should go back to Washington Square for the winter, or hire a small house for himself and his son. The latter question was ultimately decided by his remaining under his grandfather's roof. November found him back in the office again, in fairly good health, with an outer skin of indifference slowly forming over his lacerated soul. There had been a hard minute to live through when he came back to his old brown room in Washington Square. The walls and tables

Starting point is 08:10:09 were covered with photographs of Undine, epigies of all shapes and sizes, expressing every possible sentiment dear to the photographic tradition. Ralph had gathered them all up when he had moved from West End Avenue after Undine's departure for Europe, and they throned over his other possessions, as her image had thrown over his future the night he had sat in that very room, and dreamed of soaring up with her into the blue. It was impossible to go on living with her photographs about him, and one evening, going up to his room after dinner, he began to unhanging them from the walls, and to gather them up from bookshelves and mantelpieces and tables. Then he looked about for some place in which to hide them. There were drawers under his bookcases, but they were full of old

Starting point is 08:10:54 discarded things, and even if he emptied the drawers, the photographs, in their heavy frames, were almost all too large to fit into them. He turned next to the top shelf of his cupboard, but here the nurse had stored Paul's old toys, his sand pails, shovels, and croquet box. Every corner was packed with the vain impedimenta of living, and the mere thought of clearing a space in the chaos was too great in effort.

Starting point is 08:11:21 He began to replace the pictures one by one, and the last was still in his hand when he heard his sister's voice outside. He hurriedly put the portrait back in its usual place on his writing-table, and Mrs. Fairford, who had been dining in Washington Square, and had come to bid him good-night, flung her arms about him in a quick embrace, and went down to her carriage. The next afternoon when he came home from the office he did not at first see any change in his room. But when he had lit his pipe and thrown himself into his armchair, he noticed that

Starting point is 08:11:53 the photograph of his wife's picture by Popple no longer faced him from the mantelpiece. He turned to his writing table, but her image had vanished there too. Then his eye, making the circuit of the walls, perceived that they also had been stripped. Not a single photograph of Undine was left, yet so adroitly had the work of elimination been done, so ingeniously had the remaining objects readjusted, that the change attracted no attention. Ralph was angry, sore, ashamed. He felt as if Laura, whose hand he instantly detected. had taken a cruel pleasure in her work,

Starting point is 08:12:31 and for an instant he hated her for it. Then a sense of relief stole over him. He was glad he could look about him without meeting Undine's eyes, and he understood that what had been done to his room he must do to his memory and his imagination. He must so readjust his mind that whichever way he turned his thoughts, her face should no longer confront him.

Starting point is 08:12:52 But that was a task that Laura could not perform for him. a task to be accomplished only by the hard continuous tension of his will. With the setting in of the mood of silence, Arl desire to fight his wife's suit died out. The idea of touching publicly on anything that had passed between himself and Dundeen had become unthinkable. Insensibly, he had been subdued to the point of view about him, and the idea of calling on the law to repair his shattered happiness

Starting point is 08:13:19 struck him as even more grotesque than it was degrading. Nevertheless, some contradictory impulse of his divided spirit made him resent, on the part of his mother and sister, a too-ready acceptance of his attitude. There were moments when their tacit assumption that his wife was banished and forgotten, irritated him, like the hushed tread of sympathizers about the bed of an invalid who will not admit that he suffers. His irritation was aggravated by the discovery that Mrs. Marvell and Laura had already begun to treat Paul as if he were an orphan. One day, coming unnoticed into the nursery, Ralph heard the boy ask when his mother was coming back, had Mrs. Fairford, who was with him, answered, "'She's not coming back, dearest, and you're not to speak of her to father.' Ralph, when the boy was out of hearing, rebuked his sister for her answer. "'I don't want you to talk of his mother as if she were dead. I don't want you to forbid Paul to speak of her.'

Starting point is 08:14:18 Laura, though usually so yielding, defended herself. What's the use of encouraging him to speak of her when he's never to see her? The sooner he forgets her the better. Ralph pondered. Later, if she asks to see him, I shan't refuse. Mrs. Fairford pressed her lips together to check the answer. She never will. Ralph heard it nevertheless, and let it pass.

Starting point is 08:14:45 Nothing gave him so profound a sense of estrangement from his former life as the conviction that his sister was probably right. He did not really believe that Andean would ever ask to see her boy. But if she did, he was determined not to refuse her request. Time wore on. The Christmas holidays came and went, and the winter continued to grind out the weary measure of its days. Toward the end of January,

Starting point is 08:15:11 Ralph received a registered letter, addressed to him at his office, and bearing in the corner of the envelope, the name of a firm of Sioux Falls a turrets. He instantly divined that it contained the legal notification of his wife's application for divorce, and as he wrote his name in the postman's book, he smiled grimly at the thought that the stroke of his pen was doubtless signing her release. He opened the letter, found it to be what he had expected, and locked it away in his desk without mentioning the matter to anyone. He supposed that with the

Starting point is 08:15:42 putting away of this document he was thrusting the whole subject out of sight, but not more than a fortnight later, as he sat in the subway on his way downtown, his eye was caught by his own name on the first page of the heavily headlined paper, which the unshaved occupant of the next seat held between grimy fists. The blood rushed to Ralph's forehead as he looked over the man's arm and read, Society leader gets decree, and beneath it the subordinate clause, says husband too absorbed in business to make home happy. For weeks afterward, wherever he went, he felt that blush upon his forehead. For the first time in his life,

Starting point is 08:16:22 the coarse fingering of public curiosity had touched the secret places of his soul, and nothing that had gone before seemed as humiliating as this trivial comment on his tragedy. The paragraph continued on its way through the press, and whenever he took up a newspaper, he seemed to come upon it, slightly modified, variously developed,

Starting point is 08:16:42 but always reverting with a kind of unctuous irony to his financial preoccupations and his wife's consequent loneliness. The phrase was even taken up by the paragraph writer, called forth excited letters from similarly situated victims, was commented on in humorous editorials, and served as a text for pulpit denunciations of the growing craze for wealth.

Starting point is 08:17:04 And finally, at his dentists, Ralph came across it in a family weekly, as one of the heart problems propounded to subscribers, with a gramophone, a straight front corset, and a vanity box among the private. offered for its solution." End of Chapter 23. Chapter 24 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 08:17:32 This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain. If only you'd had the sense to come straight to me, on Dean Sprague. There isn't a tip I couldn't have given you, not one. This speech, in which a faintly contemptuous compassion for her friend's case, for her friend's case was blent with the frankest pride in her own, probably represented the nearest approach to tact that Mrs. James J. Roliver had yet acquired. Undine was impartial enough to note in it a distinct advance on the youthful methods of Indiana Frusk, yet it required a good deal of self-control to take the words to herself with a smile. While they seemed to be laying

Starting point is 08:18:14 a visible scarlet well to cross the pale face she kept valiantly turned to her friend, The fact that she must permit herself to be pitied by Indiana Frusk gave her the uttermost measure of the depth to which her fortunes had fallen. This abasement was inflicted on her in the staring gold apartment of the Hotel Nouveau-Lux, in which the Rolivers had established themselves on their recent arrival in Paris. The vast drawing-room, adorned only by two high-shouldered gilt baskets of orchids drooping on their wires, reminded Undine of the Louis Suite,

Starting point is 08:18:49 in which the opening scenes of her own history had been enacted. And the resemblance and the difference were emphasized by the fact that the image of her past self was not inaccurately repeated in the triumphant presence of Indiana Rolliver. There isn't a tip I couldn't have given you, not one. Mrs. Rolliver reproachfully repeated, and all undine's superiority and discriminations seemed to shrivel up in the crude blaze of the other's solid achievement. There was little comfort in noting, for one's private delectation, that Indiana spoke of her husband as, Mr. Rolliver, that she twanged a piercing R, that one of her shoulders was still

Starting point is 08:19:32 higher than the other, and that her striking dress was totally unsuited to the hour, the place, and the occasion. She still did and was all that Undine had so sedulously learned not to be and to do. But to dwell on these obstacles to her success was but to be more deeply impressed by the fact that she had nevertheless succeeded. Not much more than a year had elapsed, since Undine Marvell, sitting in the drawing-room of another Parisian hotel, had heard the immense orchestral murmur of Paris rise through the open windows like the ascending movement of her own hopes. The immense murmur still sounded on, deafening and implacable as some elemental force, and the discord in her fate, no more disturbed it than the motor wheels rolling by

Starting point is 08:20:19 under the windows, were disturbed by the particles of dust that they ground to finer powder as they passed. I could have told you one thing right off, Mrs. Rolliver went on with her ringing energy, and that is, to get your divorce first thing. A divorce is always a good thing to have. You can never tell when you might want it. You ought to have attended to that before you even began with Peter Van Deegan. Undine listened, irresistibly impressed. Did you? She asked. But Mrs. Rolliver at this grew suddenly veiled and sibiline. She wound her big, bejeweled hands through her pearls. There were ropes and ropes of them,

Starting point is 08:21:02 and leaned back, modestly sinking her lids. I'm here, anyhow, she rejoined, with circumspeche in look and tone. Undine, obedient to the challenge, continued to gaze at the pearls. They were real, no doubt about that, and so was Indiana's marriage, if she kept out of certain states. Don't you see, Mrs. Rolliver continued, that having to leave him when you did and rush off to Dakota for six months was giving him too much time to think, and giving it at the wrong time, too. Oh, I see. But what could I do? I'm not an immoral woman. Of course not, dearest. You were merely thoughtless. That's what I meant by saying you ought to have had your divorce ready. A flicker of self-esteem caused Undine to protest. It wouldn't have made any difference. His wife

Starting point is 08:22:03 would never have given him up. She's so crazy about him. No, she hates him so. And she hates him so. And she hates me too, because she's in love with my husband. Indiana bounced out of her lounging attitude and struck her hands together with a rattle of rings. In love with your husband? What's the matter then? Why on earth didn't the four of you fix it up together? You don't understand. It was an undoubted relief to be able at last to say that to Indiana. Claire Van Degan thinks divorce wrong, or rather awfully vulgar. Vulgar? Indiana flamed.

Starting point is 08:22:45 If that isn't just too much. A woman who's in love with another woman's husband? What does she think refined, I'd like to know? Having a lover, I suppose, like the women in these nasty French plays? I've told Mr. Roliver I won't go to the theatre with him again in Paris. It's just too utterly low. And the Swell Society's just as bad. It's simply rotten.

Starting point is 08:23:07 Thank goodness I was brought up. in a place where there's some sense of decency left. She looked compassionately at Undine. It was New York that demoralized you, and I don't blame you for it. Out at Apex you'd have acted different. You would never have given way to your feelings before you'd got your divorce. A slow blush rose to Undine's forehead. He seemed so unhappy, she murmured.

Starting point is 08:23:34 Oh, I know, said Indiana in a tone of cold, competence. She gave Undine an impatient glance. What was the understanding between you when you left Europe last August to go out to Dakota? Peter was to go to Reno in the autumn, so that it wouldn't look too much as if we were acting together. I was to come to Chicago to see him on his way out there. And he never came? No. And he stopped writing. Oh, he never writes. Indiana heaved a deep sigh of intelligence. Oh, there's one perfectly clear rule. Never let out of your sight a man who doesn't write.

Starting point is 08:24:15 I know. That's why I stayed with him, those few weeks last summer. Indiana sat thinking, her fine, shallow eyes fixed unblinkingly on her friend's embarrassed face. I suppose there isn't anybody else. Anybody? Well, now you've got your divorce. Anybody else it would come in handy for? This was harder to bear than anything that had gone before. Undine could not have borne it if she had not had a purpose.

Starting point is 08:24:43 Mr. Van Degan owes it to me. She began with an air of wounded dignity. Yes, yes, I know, but that's just talk, if there is anybody else. I can't imagine what you think of me, Indiana. Indiana, without appearing to resent this challenge, again lost herself in meditation. Well, I'll tell him he's just got to see you, she finally emerged from it to say. Undine gave a quick upward look. This was what she had been waiting for ever since she had read a few days earlier, in the columns of her morning journal, that Mr. Peter Van Deegan and Mr. and

Starting point is 08:25:20 Mrs. James J. Roliver had been fellow passengers on board the semantic. But she did not betray her expectations by as much as the tremor of an eyelash. She knew her friend well enough to pour out to her the expected tribute of surprise. Why? Do you mean to say you know him, Indiana? Mercy, yes. He's round here all the time. He crossed on the steamer with us,

Starting point is 08:25:42 and Mr. Rolliver's taken a fancy to him. Indiana explained, in the tone of the absorbed bride to whom her husband's preferences are the sole criterion. Undine turned a tear-siffused gaze on her. Oh, Indiana, if I could only see him again, I know it would be all right.

Starting point is 08:26:00 He's awfully, awfully fond of me, but his family have influenced him against me. I know what that is, Mrs. Rolliver interjected. But perhaps, Undine continued, it would be better if I could meet him first without his knowing beforehand, without your telling him. I love him too much to reproach him, she added nobly. Indiana pondered. It was clear that, though the nobility of the sentiment impressed her, she was disinclined to renounce the idea of taking a more active part in her friend's rehabilitation. But Undine went on. Of course you found out by this time that he's just a big spoiled baby.

Starting point is 08:26:41 Afterward, when I've seen him, if you'd talk to him, or if you'd only just let him be with you, and see how perfectly happy you and Mr. Rolliver are. Indiana seized on this at once. You mean that what he wants is the influence of a home like ours? Yes. Yes, I understand. I tell you what I'll do. I'll just ask him round to dine and let you know the day without telling him beforehand that you're coming. Oh, Indiana. Undine held her in a close embrace and then drew away to say,

Starting point is 08:27:13 I'm so glad I found you. You must go around with me everywhere. There are lots of people here I want you to know. Mrs. Rolliver's expression changed from vague sympathy to concentrated interest. I suppose it's awfully gay here. Do you go around a great deal with the amazing? American set? Undine hesitated for a fraction of a moment. There are a few of them who are rather jolly, but I particularly want you to meet my friend, the Marquis Roviano. He's from Rome, and a lovely Austrian woman, Baroness Adelsheim. Her friend's face was brushed by a shade of distrust. I don't know as I care much about meeting foreigners, she said indifferently. Undine smiled. It was agreeable at last to be able to give Indiana a point as well as

Starting point is 08:27:59 valuable as any of hers on divorce. Oh, some of them are awfully attractive, and they'll make you meet the Americans. Indiana caught this on the bound. One began to see why she had got on in spite of everything. Of course, I'd love to know your friends, she said, kissing on Dean, who answered, giving back the kiss. You know there's nothing on earth I wouldn't do for you. Indiana drew back to look at her with a comic grimace under which a shade of anxiety was visible. Well, that's a pretty large order. But there's just one thing you can do, dearest. Please, to let Mr. Rolliver alone.

Starting point is 08:28:38 Mr. Rolliver, my dear? Undine's laugh showed that she took this for unmixed comedy. That's a nice way to remind me that you're heaps and heaps better looking than I am. Indiana gave her an acute glance. Millard Binch didn't think so. Not even at the very end. Oh, poor Millard. The women's smiles mingled easily over the common reminiscence, and once again on the threshold, Undine

Starting point is 08:29:06 enfolded her friend. In the light of the autumn afternoon she paused a moment at the door of the Nouveau-Lux, and looked aimlessly forth at the brave spectacle in which she seemed no longer to have a stake. Many of her old friends had already returned to Paris, the Harvey Shalams, May Berringer, Dickie Bowles and other westward-bound nomads lingering on for a glimpse of the autumn theaters and fashions before hurrying back to inaugurate the New York season. A year ago, Undine would have had no difficulty in introducing Indiana Rolliver to this group, a group above which her own aspirations already beat an impatient wing. Now her place in it had become too precarious for her to force an entrance for her protectress. Her New York friends were at no pains to conceal from her that in their opinion her divorce had been a blunder. Their logic was that of Apex reversed.

Starting point is 08:29:58 Since she had not been sure of Van Degen, why in the world, they asked, had she thrown away a position she was sure of? Mrs. Harvey Shalham in particular had not scrupled to put the question squarely. Shell was awfully taken. He would have introduced you everywhere. I thought you were wild to know smart French people.

Starting point is 08:30:18 I thought Harvey and I weren't good enough for you any longer. And now you've done your best to spoil everything. Of course I feel for you tremendously. That's the reason why I'm talking so frankly. You must be horribly depressed. Come and dine tonight. Or, no, if you don't mind, I'd rather you chose another evening. I'd forgotten that I'd asked the Jim Driscoll's, and it might be uncomfortable.

Starting point is 08:30:37 For you. In another world she was still welcome, at first, perhaps even more so than before. The world, namely, to which she had proposed to present Indiana Rolliver. Raviano, Madame Adelsheim, and a few of the freer spirits of her old San Maritz band, reappearing in Paris with the close of the watering-place season, had quickly discovered her and shown a keen interest in her liberation. It appeared in some mysterious way to make her more available for their purpose, and she found that, in the character of the last American divorcee, she was even regarded as eligible to the small and intimate inner circle of their loosely knit

Starting point is 08:31:14 association. At first she could not make out what had entitled her to this privilege, and increasing enlightenment produced a revolt of the apex puritanism, which, despite some odd accommodations and compliances, still carried its head so high in her. Undine had been perfectly sincere in telling Indiana Rolliver that she was not an immoral woman. The pleasures for which her sex took such risks had never attracted her,

Starting point is 08:31:40 and she did not even crave the excitement of having it thought that they did. She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life, amusement and respectability. And despite her surface sophistication, her notion of amusement was hardly less innocent than when she had hung on the plumber's fence with Indiana Frusk. It gave her, therefore, no satisfaction to find herself included among Madame Adelsheim's intimates. It embarrassed her to feel that she was expected to be queer and different, to respond to passwords and talk in aneworthy. to associate with the equivocal and the subterranean, and effect to despise the ingenuous daylight joys which really satisfied her soul. But the business shrewdness which was never

Starting point is 08:32:28 quite dormant in her, suggested that this was not the moment for such scruples. She must make the best of what she could get, and wait her chance of getting something better. And meanwhile, the most practical use to which she could put her shady friends was to flash their authentic nobility in the dazzled eyes of Mrs. Rolliver. With this object in view she made haste in a fashionable tea-room of the Rue de Rivoli to group about Indiana the most titled members of the band, and the felicity of the occasion would have been unmarred had she not suddenly caught sight of Raymond de Schell, sitting on the other side of the room. She had not seen Shell since her return to Paris. It had seemed preferable to leave their meeting to chance, and the present chance might have served as well as another, but for the fact that among his companions were two or three of the most eminent ladies of the proud of the proud of the present chance. quarter beyond the sun. It was what Undine in moments of discouragement characterized as her luck that one of these should be the hated Miss Wincher of Potash Springs, who had now become

Starting point is 08:33:28 the Marquis de Trézac. Undine knew that Shell and his compatriots, however scandalized at her European companions, would be completely indifferent to Mrs. Rolliver's appearance. But one gesture of Madame de Trezac's eyeglass would wave Indiana to her place, and thus brand the whole party as wrong. All of this passed through Undine's mind in the very moment of her noting the change of expression with which Shell had signalled his recognition. If their encounter could have occurred in happier conditions, it might have had far-reaching results. As it was, the crowded state of the tea-room, and the distance between their tables sufficiently excused his restricting his greeting to an eager bow, and Undine went home

Starting point is 08:34:10 heavy-hearted from this first attempt to reconstruct her past. Her spirits were not lightened by the developments of the next day. few days. She kept herself well in the foreground of Indiana's life, and cultivated toward the rarely visible Roliver, a manner in which impersonal admiration for the statesman was tempered with the politest indifference to the man. Indiana seemed to do justice to her efforts, and to be reassured by the result, but there still came no hint of a reward. For a time, Undine restrained the question on her lips. But one afternoon, when she had inducted Indiana into the deepest mysteries of Parisian complexion-making, the importance of the service, and the

Starting point is 08:34:50 confidential mood it engendered, seemed to warrant a discreet allusion to their bargain. Indiana leaned back among her cushions with an embarrassed laugh. Oh, my dear, I've been meaning to tell you. It's off, I'm afraid. The dinner is, I mean. You see, Mr. Van Deegan has seen you round with me, and the very minute I asked him to come and dine, he guessed. He guessed. And he wouldn't. Well, no, he wouldn't. I hate to tell you. Oh, Undine threw off a vague laugh.

Starting point is 08:35:24 Since you're intimate enough for him to tell you that, he must have told you more, told you something to justify his behavior. He couldn't, even Peter Van Deegan, couldn't just simply have said to you, I won't see her. Mrs. Roliver hesitated, visibly troubled to the point of regretting her intervention. He did say more? Undine insisted. He gave you a reason?

Starting point is 08:35:49 He said you'd know. Oh, how base! How base! Undine was trembling with one of her little girl rages, the storms of destructive fury before which Mr. and Mrs. Sprague had cowered when she was a charming golden-curled cherub. But life had administered some of the discipline

Starting point is 08:36:08 which her parents had spared her, and she pulled herself together with a gasp of pain. Of course he's been turned against. me. His wife has the whole of New York behind her, and I've no one. But I know it would be all right if I could only see him.' Her friend made no answer, and Undine pursued with an irrepressible outbreak of her old vehemence. Indiana Rolliver, if you won't do it for me, I'll go straight off to his hotel this very minute. I'll wait there in the hall till he sees me. Indiana lifted a protesting hand. Don't, Undine, not that. Why not? Well, I wouldn't.

Starting point is 08:36:45 That's all. You wouldn't? Why wouldn't you? You must have a reason. Undine faced her with leveled brows. Without a reason you can't have changed so utterly since our last talk. You were positive enough then that I had a right to make him see me. Somewhat to her surprise, Indiana made no effort to allude the challenge.

Starting point is 08:37:06 Yes, I did think so then, but now I know it won't do you the least bit of good. Have they turned him so completely against me? I don't care if they have. I know him. I can get him back. That's the trouble. Indiana shed on her a gaze of cold compassion. It's not that anyone has turned him against you.

Starting point is 08:37:28 It's worse than that. What can be? You'll hate me if I tell you. Then you'd better make him tell me himself. I can't. I tried to. The trouble is that it was you. Something you did, I mean.

Starting point is 08:37:43 Something he found out about you. Undine, to restrain a spring of anger, had to clutch both arms of her chair. About me? How fearfully false! Why, I've never even looked at anybody! It's nothing of that kind. Indiana's mournful headshake seemed to deplore in Undine an unsuspected moral obtuseness. It's the way you acted to your own husband. I... my... to Ralph? He reproaches me for that? Peter Van Degger. does? Well, for one particular thing. He says that the very day you went off with him last year you got a cable from New York telling you to come back at once to Mr. Marbelle, who was desperately ill.

Starting point is 08:38:27 How on earth did he know? The cry escaped Undine before she could repress it. It's true, then? Indiana exclaimed. Oh, Undine. Undine sat speechless and motionless, the anger frozen to terror on her lips. Mrs. Roliver turned on her the reproachful gaze of the deceived benefactress. I didn't believe it when he told me. I'd never have thought it of you, before you'd even applied for your divorce. Undine made no attempt to deny the charge, or to defend herself. For a moment she was lost in the pursuit of an unseasable clue, the explanation of this monstrous last perversity

Starting point is 08:39:08 of fate. Suddenly she rose to her feet with a set face. The Marvelles must have told him, the beasts! It relieved her to be able to cry it out. It was your husband's sister. What did you say her name was? When he didn't answer her cable, she cabled Mr. Van Deegan to find out where you were and tell you to come straight back. Undine stared. He never did. No. Doesn't that show you the story's all trumped up? Indiana shook her head. He said nothing to you about it because he was with you and received the first cable, and you told him it was from your sister-in-law,

Starting point is 08:39:46 just worrying you as usual to go home. And when he asked if there was anything else in it, you said there wasn't another thing. Undine, intently following her, caught at this with a spring. Then he knew it all along? He admits that? And it made no earthly difference to him at the time? She turned almost victoriously on her friend.

Starting point is 08:40:06 Did he happen to explain that, I wonder? Yes. Indiana's longanimity grew almost solemn. It came over him gradually, he said. One day when he wasn't feeling very well, he thought to himself, would she act like that to me if I was dying? And after that he never felt the same to you. Indiana lowered her empurpled lids.

Starting point is 08:40:30 Men have their feelings, too, even when they're carried away by passion. After a pause, she added, I don't know as I can blame him, Undine. You see, you were his ideal. End of Chapter 24. Chapter 25 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recordings in the public domain. Undine Marvell for the next few months tasted all the accumulated bitterness of failure.

Starting point is 08:41:06 After January, the drifting hordes of her compatriots had scattered to the four quarters of the globe, leaving Paris to resume, under its low gray sky, its compactor winter personality. Noting, from her more and more deserted corner, each leased sign of the social revival, Undine felt herself as stranded and baffled as after the ineffectual summers of her girlhood. She was not without possible alternatives, but the sense of what she had lost took the savor from all that was left. She might have attached herself to some migratory group winged for Italy, or Egypt, but the prospect of travel did not in itself appeal to her, and she was doubtful of its social benefit. She lacked the adventurous curiosity which seeks its occasion in the unknown,

Starting point is 08:41:52 and though she could work doggedly for a given object, the obstacles to be overcome had to be as distinct as the prize. Her one desire was to get back an equivalent of the precise value she had lost in ceasing to be Ralph Marvell's wife. Her new visiting card, bearing her Christian name in place of her husbands was like the coin of a debased currency, testifying to her diminished trading capacity. Her restricted means, her vacant days, all the minor irritations of her life, were as nothing compared to this sense of a lost advantage. Even in the narrowed field of a Parisian winter, she might have made herself a place in some more or less extra-social world, but her experiments in this line gave her no pleasure proportioned to the possible derogation.

Starting point is 08:42:37 She feared to be associated with the wrong people, and sent it a shade of disrespect in every amicable advance. The more pressing attentions of one or two men she had formerly known filled her with a glow of outraged pride, and for the first time in her life she felt that even solitude might be preferable to certain kinds of society. Since ill health was the most plausible pretext for seclusion, it was almost a relief to find that she was really growing nervous and sleeping badly. The doctor she summoned advised her trying a small, quiet place on the Riviera, not too near the sea, and thither in the early days of December she transported herself with her maid and an omnibus load of luggage. The place disconcerted her, by being really small and quiet, and for a few days she struggled against the desire for flight. She had never before known a world as colorless and negative as that of the large white hotel,

Starting point is 08:43:32 where everybody went to bed at nine, and donkey rides over stony hills were the only alternative to slow drives along dusty roads. Many of the dwellers in this temple of repose found even these exercises too stimulating, and preferred to sit for hours under the palms in the garden, playing patience, embroidering, or reading odd volumes of Taushnitz. Undine, driven by despair to an inspection of the hotel bookshelves, discovered that scarcely any work they contained was complete. But this did not seem to trouble the readers, who continued to feed their leisure with mutilated fiction, from which they occasionally raised their eyes to glance mistrustfully at the new arrival sweeping the garden gravel with her frivolous draperies.

Starting point is 08:44:14 The inmates of the hotel were of different nationalities, but their racial differences were leveled by the stamp of a common mediocrity. All differences of tongue, of custom, of physiognomy, disappeared in this deep community of insignificance, which was like some secret bond, with the manifold signs and passwords of its ignorances and its imperceptions. It was not the heterogeneous mediocrity of the American Summer Hotel, where the lack of any standard is the nearest approach to a tie, but an organized codified dullness, unconscious possession of its rights,

Starting point is 08:44:48 and strong in the voluntary ignorance of any others. It took Undine a long time to accustom herself to such an atmosphere, and meanwhile she fretted, fumed, and flaunted, or abandoned herself to long periods of fruitless brooding. Sometimes a flame of anger shot up in her, dismally illuminating the path she had traveled and the blank wall to which it led. At other moments past and present were enveloped in a dull fog of rancor,

Starting point is 08:45:16 which distorted and faded even the image she presented to her morning mirror. There were days when every young face she saw left in her a taste of poison. But when she compared herself with the specimens of her sex who plied their languid industries under the palms, or looked away as she passed them in hall or staircase, her spirits rose, and she rang for her maid, and dressed herself in her newest and vividest. These were unprofitable triumphs, however. She never made one of her attacks on the organized disapproval of the community without feeling she had lost ground by it, and the next day she would lie in bed and send down capricious orders for food, which her maid would presently remove untouched,

Starting point is 08:45:58 with instructions to transmit her complaints to the landlord. Sometimes the events of the past year, ceaselessly revolving through her brain, became no longer a subject for criticism or justification, but simply a series of pictures monotonously unrolled. Hour by hour, in such moods, she relived the incidents of her flight with Peter Van Degen. The part of her career that, since it had proved a failure,

Starting point is 08:46:24 seemed least like herself and most difficult to justify. She had gone away with him, and had lived with him for two months. She, Undeen Marvau, to whom respectability was the breath of life, to whom such follies had always been unintelligible, and therefore inexcusable. She had done this incredible thing, and she had done it from a motive that seemed at the time, as clear, as logical, as free from the distorting mists of sentimentality as any of her father's financial enterprises. It had been a bold move. but it had been as carefully calculated as the happiest Wall Street stroke.

Starting point is 08:47:02 She had gone away with Peter, because, after the decisive scene in which she had put her power to the test, to yield to him seemed the surest means of victory. Even to her practical intelligence, it was clear that an immediate dash to Dakota might look too calculated, and she had preserved herself respect by telling herself that she was really his wife, and in no way to blame if the law delayed to ratify the bond. She was still persuaded of the justness of her reasoning, but she now saw that it had left certain risks out of account. Her life with Van Degen had taught her many things. The two had wandered from place to place, spending a great deal of money, always more and more money. For the

Starting point is 08:47:43 first time in her life she had been able to buy everything she wanted. For a while this had kept her amused and busy, but presently she began to perceive that her companion's view of their relation was not the same as hers. She saw that he had always meant it to be an unavowed tie, screened by Mrs. Shalham's companionship and Claire's careless tolerance, and that on those terms he would have been ready to shed on their adventure the brightest blaze of notoriety. But since Undine had insisted on being carried off like a sentimental schoolgirl, he meant to shroud the affair and mystery, and was as zealous in concealing their relation as she was spent on proclaiming it. In the powerful novels which Popple was fond of lending her,

Starting point is 08:48:23 she had met with increasing frequency the type of heroine who scorns to love clandestinely, and proclaims the sanctity of passion and the moral duty of obeying its call. Undine had been struck by these arguments as justifying and even ennobling her course, and had let Peter understand that she had been actuated by the highest motives in openly associating her life with his. But he had opposed a placid insensibility to these illusions, and had persisted in treating her as though their journey with a kind of escapade that a man of the world is bound to hide. She had expected him to take her to all the showy places where couples like themselves are relieved from a too-sustained contemplation of nature by the distractions of the restaurant and the gaming table. But he had carried

Starting point is 08:49:07 her from one obscure corner of Europe to another, shunning fashionable hotels and crowded watering places, and displaying an ingenuity in the discovery of the unvisited and the out-of-season that gave their journey an odd resemblance to her melancholy wedding tour. She had never for a moment ceased to remember that the Dakota divorce court was the objective point of this later honeymoon, and her allusions to the fact were as frequent as prudence permitted. Peter seemed in no way disturbed by them. He responded with expressions of increasing tenderness, or the purchase of another piece of jewelry. and though Undine could not remember his ever voluntarily bringing the subject of their marriage, he did not shrink from her recurring mention of it.

Starting point is 08:49:48 He seemed merely too steeped in present well-being to think of the future, and she ascribed this to the fact that his faculty of enjoyment could not project itself beyond the moment. Her business was to make each of their days so agreeable that when the last came, he should be conscious of a void to be bridged over as rapidly as possible, and when she thought this point had been reached, she packed her trunks and started for Dakota. The next picture to follow was that of the dull months in the western divorce town, where, to escape loneliness and avoid comment, she had cast in her lot with Mabel Lipscomb, who had lately arrived there on the same errand.

Starting point is 08:50:28 Undine at the outset had been sorry for the friend whose new venture seemed likely to result so much less brilliantly than her own, but compassion had been replaced by irritation, As Mabel's unpruned vulgarities, her enormous encroaching satisfaction with herself and her surroundings, began to pervade every corner of their provisional household. Undine, during the first months of her exile, had been sustained by the fullest confidence in her future. When she had parted from Van Degen, she had felt sure he meant to marry her, and the fact that Mrs. Lipscomb was fortified by no similar hope made her easier to bear with. Andine was almost ashamed that the unwooed Mabel should be the witness of her own felicity

Starting point is 08:51:09 and planned to send her off on a trip to Denver when Peter should announce his arrival. But the weeks passed, and Peter did not come. Mabel, on the whole, behaved well in this contingency. Undine, in her first exultation, had confided all her hopes and plans to her friend. But Mabel took no undue advantage of the confidence. She was even tactful in her loud, fond, clumsy whimsical. way, with a tact that insistently boomed and buzzed about its victim's head. But one day she mentioned that she had asked to dinner a gentleman from Little Rock,

Starting point is 08:51:43 who had come to Dakota with the same object as themselves, and whose acquaintance she had made through her lawyer. The gentleman from Little Rock came to dine, and within a week, Undine understood that Mabel's future was assured. If Van Degan had been at hand, Undine would have smiled with him, at poor Mabel's infatuation and her suitor's crudeness. But Van Degan was not there.

Starting point is 08:52:06 He made no sign. He sent no excuse. He simply continued to absent himself. And it was Undine, who, in due course, had to make way for Mrs. Lipscomb's collar, and sit upstairs with a novel, while the drawing-room below was given up to the enacting of an actual love story. Even then, even to the end, Undine had to admit that Mabel had behaved beautifully. But it is comparatively easy to behave beautifully, when it is comparatively easy to behave beautifully, when one is getting what one wants, and when someone else, who has not always been altogether kind,

Starting point is 08:52:38 is not. The net result of Mrs. Lipscomb's magnanimity was that when, on the day of parting, she drew Undine to her bosom with the hand on which her new engagement ring blazed. Undine hated her, as she hated everything else connected with her vain exile in the wilderness. End of Chapter 25. Chapter 26 of the custom of the country. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The next phase in the unrolling vision was the episode of her return to New York. She had gone to the Malabran, to her parents, for it was a moment in her career when she clung

Starting point is 08:53:22 passionately to the conformities, and when the fact of being able to say, I'm here with my father and mother, was worth paying for, even in the discomfort of that grim abode. Nevertheless, it was another thorn in her pride that her parents could not, for the meanest of material reasons, transfer themselves at her coming to one of the big Fifth Avenue hotels. When she had suggested it, Mr. Sprague had briefly replied that, owing to the heavy expenses of her divorce suit, he couldn't for the moment afford anything better, and this announcement cast a deeper gloom over the future. It was not an occasion for being nervous, however, she had learned

Starting point is 08:54:03 too many hard facts in the last few months to think of having recourse to her youthful methods, and something told her that if she made the attempt, it would be useless. Her father and mother seemed much older, seemed tired and defeated, like herself. Parents and daughter bore their common failure in a common silence, broken only by Mrs. Sprague's occasional tentative allusions to her grandson. But her anecdotes of Paul left a deeper silence behind them, Undine did not want to talk of her boy. She could forget him when, as she put it, things were going her way.

Starting point is 08:54:41 But in moments of discouragement, the thought of him was an added bitterness, subtly different from her other bitter thoughts, and harder to quiet. It had not occurred to her to try to gain possession of the child. She was vaguely aware that the courts had given her his custody, but she had never seriously thought of asserting this claim. Her parents diminished means, and her own uncertain future, made her regard the care of Paul as an additional burden, and she quieted her scruples by thinking of him as better off with Ralph's family, and of herself is rather touchingly disinterested in putting his welfare before her own.

Starting point is 08:55:18 Poor Mrs. Sprague was pining for him, but Undine rejected her artless suggestion that Mrs. Heaney should be sent to, Bring him round. I wouldn't ask them a favor for the world. They're just waiting for a change. to be hateful to me," she scornfully declared. But it pained her that her boy should be so near, yet inaccessible, and for the first time she was visited by unwonted questionings as to her share in the misfortunes that had befallen her. She had voluntarily stepped out of her social frame, and the only person on whom she could with

Starting point is 08:55:50 any satisfaction have laid the blame was the person to whom her mind now turned with a belated tenderness. It was thus, in fact, that she thought of Ralph. his pride, his reserve, all the secret expressions of his devotion, the tones of his voice, his quiet manner, even his disconcerting irony. These seemed, in contrast to what she had since known, the qualities essential to her happiness. She could console herself only by regarding it as part of her sad lot that poverty and the restless animosity of his family should have put an end to so perfect a union.

Starting point is 08:56:27 She gradually began to look on herself and Ralph as the victims of dark machinations, and when she mentioned him she spoke forgivingly, and implied that, everything might have been different if people had not come between them. She had arrived in New York in mid-season, and the dread of seeing familiar faces kept her shut up in her room at the Malabran, reading novels and brooding over possibilities of escape. She tried to avoid the daily papers, But they formed the staple diet of her parents, and now and then she could not help taking one up and turning to the society column.

Starting point is 08:57:04 Its perusal produced the impression that the season must be the gayest New York had ever known. The Harmon B. Driscolls, young Jim and his wife, the Thurber van Degans, the Chauncey Ellings, and all the other Fifth Avenue potentates seemed to have their doors perpetually open to a stream of feasters, among whom the familiar presences of Grace Berringer, Bertha Shalham, Dickie Bowles, and Claude Walsingham-Poppel, came and went with the irritating sameness of the figures in a stage procession. Among them also, Peter Van Degen presently appeared. He had been on a tour around the world, and Undine could not look at a newspaper without seeing some allusion to his progress. After his return, she noticed that his name was usually coupled with his wives. He and Claire seemed to be celebrating

Starting point is 08:57:50 his homecoming in a series of festivities, and Undine guessed that he had reasons for wishing to keep before the world the evidences of his conjugal accord. Mrs. Heaney's clippings supplied her with such items as her own reading missed, and one day the masseuse appeared with a long article from the leading journal of Little Rock, describing the brilliant nuptials of Mabel Lipscomb, now Mrs. Homer Branny, and her departure for The Coast in her bridegroom's private car. This put the last touch to Undine's irritation, and the next morning she got up earlier than usual, put on her most effective dress, went for a quick walk around the park, and told her father when she came in that she wanted him to take her to the opera that evening.

Starting point is 08:58:32 Mr. Sprague stared and frowned, "'You mean you want me to go round and hire a box for you?' "'Oh, no,' Undine colored at the infelicitous illusion. Besides, she knew now that the smart people who were musical went in store. dolls. I only want two good seats. I don't see why I should stay shut up. I want you to go with me, she added. Her father received the latter part of the request without comment. He seemed to have gone beyond surprise. But he appeared that evening at dinner in a creased and loosely fitting dress suit, which he had probably not put on since the last time he had dined with his son-in-law,

Starting point is 08:59:11 and he and Undine drove off together, leaving Mrs. Sprague to gaze after them with the pale stare of Hecuba. Their stalls were in the middle of the house, and around them swept the great curve of boxes, at which Andean had so often looked up in the remote Stentorian days. Then all had been one indistinguishable glitter. Now the scene was full of familiar details. The house was thronged with people she knew, and every box seemed to contain a parcel of her past. At first she had shrunk from recognition. But gradually, as she perceived that no one noticed her, that she was merely part of the invisible crowd, out of range of the exploring opera glasses, she felt a defined desire to make herself seen. When the performance was over, her father wanted to leave

Starting point is 08:59:56 the house by the door at which they had entered, but she guided him toward the stockholder's entrance, and pressed her way among the fird and jewelled ladies waiting for their motors. Oh, it's the wrong door. Never mind. We'll walk to the corner and get a cab, she exclaimed, speaking loudly enough to be overheard. Two or three heads turned. and she met Dickie Bowles' glance and returned his laughing bow. The woman talking to him looked around, colored slightly, and made a barely perceptible motion of her head. Just beyond her, Mrs. Chauncey Elling, plumed and purple, stared, parted her lips, and turned to say something important to young Jim Driscoll, who looked up involuntarily and then squared his shoulders

Starting point is 09:00:38 and gazed fixedly at a distant point, as people do at a funeral. Behind them, Undine caught sight of Claire Van Degen. She stood alone, and her face was pale and listless. "'Shall I go up and speak to her?' Undine wondered. Some intuition told her that, alone of all the women present, Claire might have greeted her kindly. But she hung back, and Mrs. Harmon Driscoll surged by on Popple's arm. Popple crimsoned, coughed, and signaled despotically to Mrs. Driscoll's footman. Over his shoulder, Undine received a bow from Charles Bowen. and behind Bowen she saw two or three other men she knew, and read in their faces surprise, curiosity,

Starting point is 09:01:22 and the wish to show their pleasure at seeing her. But she grasped her father's arm and drew him out among the entangled motors and vociferating policemen. Neither she nor Mr. Sprague spoke a word on the way home, but when they reached the Malabran, her father followed her up to her room. She had dropped her cloak and stood before the wardrobe mirror,

Starting point is 09:01:43 studying her reflection, when he came up behind her, and she saw that he was looking at it too. Where did that necklace come from? Undine's neck grew pink under the shining circlet. It was the first time since her return to New York that she had put on a low dress, and thus uncovered the string of pearls she always wore. She made no answer, and Mr. Sprague continued, Did your husband give them to you?

Starting point is 09:02:08 Ralph? She could not restrain a laugh. Who did, then? Undine remained silent. She really had not thought about the pearls, except in so far as she consciously enjoyed the pleasure of possessing them. And her father, habitually so unobservant, had seemed the last person likely to raise the awkward question of their origin. Why? she began, without knowing what she meant to say. I guess you'd better send them back to the party they belong to.

Starting point is 09:02:39 Mr. Sprague continued, in a voice she did not know. "'They belong to me,' she flamed up. He looked at her as if she had grown suddenly small and insignificant. "'You better send him back to Peter Van Deegan, the first thing tomorrow morning,' he said as he went out of the room. As far as Undine could remember, it was the first time in her life that he had ever ordered her to do anything, and when the door closed on him, she had the distinct sense that the question had closed with it, and that she would have to obey. She took the pearls off and threw them from her angrily.

Starting point is 09:03:16 The humiliation her had inflicted on her was merged with the humiliation to which she had subjected herself in going to the opera, and she had never before hated her life as she hated it then. All night she lay sleepless, wondering miserably what to do. And out of her hatred of her life, and her hatred of Peter Van Degen, there gradually grew a loathing of Van Degan's pearls. How could she have kept them? How have continued to wear them about her neck.

Starting point is 09:03:44 Only her absorption in other cares could have kept her from feeling the humiliation of carrying about with her the price of her shame. Her novel reading had filled her mind with the vocabulary of outraged virtue, and with pathetic allusions to women's frailty, and while she pitied herself she thought her father heroic. She was proud to think that she had such a man to defend her, and rejoice that it was in her power to express her scorn of Van Degen by sending back his jewels. But her righteous ardor gradually cooled, and she was left once more to face the dreary problem of the future. Her evening at the opera had shown her the impossibility of remaining in New York. She had neither the skill nor the power to fight the forces of indifference leagged against her. She must get away at once and try to make a fresh start.

Starting point is 09:04:29 But as usual, the lack of money hampered her. Mr. Sprague could no longer afford to make her the allowance she had intermittently received from him during the first year of her marriage, and since she was now without child or household, she could hardly make it a grievance that he had reduced her income. But what he allowed her, even with the addition of her alimony, was absurdly insufficient. Not that she looked far ahead, she had always felt herself predestined to ease and luxury, and the possibility of a future adapted to her present budget did not occur to her. But she desperately wanted enough money to carry her without anxiety through the coming year.

Starting point is 09:05:07 When her breakfast tray was brought in, she sent it away untouched, and continued to lie in her darkened room. She knew that when she got up, she must send back the pearls. But there was no longer any satisfaction in the thought, and she lay listlessly wondering how she could best transmit them to Van Degen. As she lay there, she heard Mrs. Heaney's voice in the passage. Hitherto she had avoided the masseuse, as she did everyone else associate. with her past. Mrs. Heaney had behaved with extreme discretion, refraining from all direct all

Starting point is 09:05:39 delusions to Undine's misadventure, but her silence was obviously the criticism of a superior mind. Once again, Undine had disregarded her injunction to go slow, with results that justified the warning. Mrs. Heaney's very reserve, however, now marked her as a safe advisor, and Undine sprang up and crawled her in. My sakes! Undine, you're not. You're not. You're you look as if you'd been sitting up all night with the remains, the masseuse exclaimed, in her round, rich tones. Undine, without answering, called up the pearls and thrust them into Mrs. Heaney's hands. Good land alive!

Starting point is 09:06:19 The masseuse dropped into a chair and let the twist slip through her fat, flexible fingers. Well, you got a fortune right round your neck whenever you're aware of them, Undine, sprag. Undeined murmured something indistinguishable. I want you to take them, she began. Take them? Where, too? Why, too? She was checked by the wondering simplicity of Mrs. Heaney's stare.

Starting point is 09:06:46 The masseuse must know where the pearls had come from, yet it had evidently not occurred to her that Mrs. Marvell was about to ask her to return them to their donor. In the light of Mrs. Heaney's unclouded gaze, the whole episode took on a different aspect, and And Andine began to be vaguely astonished at her immediate submission to her father's will. The pearls were hers, after all. To be re-strung, Mrs. Heaney placidly suggested, Why, it oughter to have it done right here before your eyes, with pearls that are worth what these are? As Undine listened, a new thought shaped itself. She could not continue to wear the pearls. The idea had become intolerable. But for the first time, she saw what they might be converted into,

Starting point is 09:07:29 and what they might rescue her from. And suddenly she could, brought out. Do you suppose I could get anything for them? Get anything? Why? What? Anything like what they're worth, I mean. They cost a lot of money. They came from the biggest place in Paris. Under Mrs. Heaney's simplifying eye, it was comparatively easy to make these explanations. I want you to try and sell them for me. I want you to do the best you can with them. I can't do it myself, but you must swear you'll never tell a soul. She pressed on breathlessly. Why, you poor child, it ain't the first time, said Mrs. Heaney, coiling the pearls in her big palm. It's a pity, too, they're such beauties. But you'll get others, she added, as the

Starting point is 09:08:17 necklace vanished into her bag. A few days later there appeared from the same receptacle, a bundle of banknotes considerable enough to quiet Undine's last scruples. She knew, no longer understood why she had hesitated. Why should she have thought it necessary to give back the pearls to Van Degen? His obligation to her represented far more than the relatively small sum she had been able to realize on the necklace. She hid the money in her dress, and when Mrs. Heaney had gone on to Mrs. Sprague's room, she drew the packet out, and counting the bills over, murmured to herself, "'Now I can get away.'" Her one thought was to return to Europe, but she did not want to go alone.

Starting point is 09:08:58 own. The vision of her solitary figure adrift in the spring mob of transatlantic pleasure-seekers depressed and mortified her. She would be sure to run across acquaintances, and they would infer that she was in quest of a new opportunity, a fresh start, and would suspect her of trying to use them for the purpose. The thought was repugnant to her newly awakened pride, and she decided that if she went to Europe, her father and mother must go with her. The project was a bold one, and when she broached it, run the whole gamut of Mr. Sprague's irony. He wanted to know what she expected to do with him when she got him there, whether she meant to introduce him to, all those old kings. How she thought he and her mother would look in court dress, and how she supposed he was going to get on without his New York paper.

Starting point is 09:09:46 But Undine had been aware of having what he himself would have called a pull over her father. Since the day after their visit to the opera, he had taken her aside to ask. He sent back those pearls. And she had answered coldly. Mrs. Heaney's taken them. After a moment of half-bewildered resistance, her parents, perhaps secretly flattered by this first expression of her need for them, had yielded to her entreaty, packed their trunks, and stoically set out for the unknown. Neither Mr. Sprague nor his wife had ever before been out of their country, and Undine

Starting point is 09:10:20 had not understood, till they stood beside her tongue-tied and helpless on the dock at Sherbourg, the task she had undertaken in uprooting them. Mr. Sprague had never been physically active, but on foreign shores he was seized by a strange restlessness and a helpless dependence on his daughter. Mrs. Sprague's long habit of apathy was overcome by her dread of being left alone when her husband and Undine went out, and she delayed and impeded their expeditions by insisting on accompanying them.

Starting point is 09:10:48 So that, much as Undine disliked sightseeing, there seemed no alternative between going round with her parents and shutting herself up with them in the crowded hotels, to which she successively transported them. The hotels were the only European institutions that really interested Mr. Sprague. He considered them manifestly inferior to those at home, but he was haunted by a statistical curiosity as to their size, their number, their cost, and their capacity for housing and feeding the incalculable hordes of his countrymen. He went through galleries, churches, and museums in a stolid silence like his daughters. But in the hotels, he never ceased to inquire and investigate, questioning everyone who

Starting point is 09:11:28 could speak English, comparing bills, collecting prospectuses, and computing the cost of construction and the probable return on the investment. He regarded the non-existence of the cold storage system as one more proof of European inferiority, and no longer wondered, in the absence of the room-to-room telephone, that foreigners hadn't yet mastered the first principles of time-saving. After a few weeks it became evident to both parents and daughter that their unnatural association could not continue much longer. Mrs. Sprague, shrinking from everything new and unfamiliar, had developed into a kind of settled terror,

Starting point is 09:12:03 and Mr. Sprague had begun to be depressed by the incredible number of the hotels, and their simply incalculable housing capacity. It ain't that there are any great shakes in themselves, any one of them, but there's such a darned lot of them. They're as thick as mosquitoes every place you go. And he began to reckon up on slips of paper, on the backs of bills and the margins of old newspapers, the number of travelers who could be simultaneously lodged, bathed, and boarded on the continent of Europe. Five hundred bedrooms. Three hundred bathrooms. No, 350 bathrooms that one has. That makes,

Starting point is 09:12:39 supposing two-thirds of them double up, do you suppose as many as that do, Undy? That porter at Lucerne told me the Germans slept three in a room. Well, call me. Call them, at 800 people, and three meals a day per head. No, four meals with that afternoon tea they take. And the last place we were at, we up on that mountain there, where there were 75 hotels in that one spot alone, and hall jam full. Well, it beats me to know where all the people come from. He had gone on in this fashion for what seems to his daughter an endless length of days, and then suddenly he had roused himself to say, "'See here, Undy, I got to go back and make the money to pay for all this.'

Starting point is 09:13:20 There had been no question on the part of any of the three of Undine's returning with them, and after she had conveyed them to their steamer and seen their vaguely relieved faces merging in the handkerchief waving throng along the taffrail, she had returned alone to Paris and made her unsuccessful attempt to enlist the aid of Indiana Rolliver. End of Chapter 26 Chapter 27 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. She was still brooding over this last failure, when one afternoon, as she loitered on the hotel terrace,

Starting point is 09:14:03 she was approached by a young woman, whom she had seen sitting near the wheeled chair of an old lady wearing a crumpled black bonnet under a funny, fringed parasol with a jointed handle. The young woman, who was small, slight, and brown, was dressed with a disregard of the fashion, which contrasted oddly with the mauve powder on her face and the traces of artificial color in her dark, untidy hair. She looked as if she might have several different personalities, and as if the one of the moment had been hanging up a long time in her wardrobe, and been hurriedly taken down as probably good enough for the present occasion. With her hands in her jacket pockets, and an agreeable smile on her boyish face, she strolled up to Undine, and asked, in a pretty variety of Parisian

Starting point is 09:14:50 English, if she had the pleasure of speaking to Mrs. Marvell. On Undine's assenting, the smile grew more alert, and the lady continued, "'I think you know my friend, Sasha Adelsheim.' No question could have been less welcome to Undine. If there was one point on which she was doggedly and puritanically resolved, it was that no extremes of socialized. It was that no extremes of social adversity should ever again draw her into the group of people among whom Madame Adelsheim too conspicuously figured. Since her unsuccessful attempt to win over Indiana by introducing her to that group, Undine had been righteously resolved to remain aloof from it, and she was drawing herself up to her loftiest height of disapproval when the stranger, as if unconscious of it, went on.

Starting point is 09:15:36 Sasha speaks of you so often. She admires you so much. I think you also know my cousin's shell, she added, looking into Undine's eyes, I am the Princess Estradina. I've come here with my mother for the air. The murmur of negation died on Undine's lips. She found herself grappling with a new social riddle, and such surprises were always stimulating. The name of the untidy-looking young woman

Starting point is 09:16:02 she had been about to repel was one of the most eminent in the impregnable quarter beyond the Sen. No one figured more largely in the Parisian Chronicle than the Princess Estradina. and no name more impressively headed the list at every marriage, funeral, and philanthropic entertainment of the Foburg Saint-Germain than that of her mother, the Duchess de Dordogne, who must be no other than the old woman sitting in the bath-chair, with the crumpled bonnet and the

Starting point is 09:16:27 ridiculous sunshade. But it was not the appearance of the two ladies that surprised Undine. She knew that social gold does not always glitter, and that the lady she had heard spoken of as Lily Estradina was notoriously careless of the conventions. but that she should boast of her intimacy with Madame Adelsheim and use it as a pretext for naming herself over through all Andine's hierarchies. Yes, it's hideously dull here, and I'm dying of it. Do come over and speak to my mother.

Starting point is 09:16:57 She's dying of it, too. But don't tell her so, because she hasn't found it out. There were so many things our mothers never found out. The princess rambled on, with her half-mocking, half-intimate smile. and in another moment, Undine, thrilled at having Mrs. Sprague, thus coupled with the Duchess, found herself seated between mother and daughter, and responding by a radiant blush to the elder lady's amiable opening. You know, my nephew, Raymond, he's your great admirer.

Starting point is 09:17:27 How had it happened? Whither would it lead? How long could it last? The questions raced through Undine's brain as she sat listening to her new friends. They seemed already too friendly to be called acquaintance. responses, replying to their inquiries, and trying to think far enough her head to guess what they would expect her to say, and what tone it would be well to take. She was used to such feats of mental agility, and it was instructive with her to become, for the moment, the person

Starting point is 09:17:53 she thought her interlocutors expected her to be, but she had never had quite so new a part to play at such short notice. She took her cue, however, from the fact that the Princess Estradina, in her mother's presence, made no farther allusion to her dear friend Sasha, and seemed somehow, though she continued to chat on in the same easy strain, to look differently and throw out different implications. All these shades of demeanor were immediately perceptible to one dean, who tried to adapt herself to them by combining in her manner a mixture of Apex Dash and New York dignity, and the result was so successful that when she rose to go, the princess, with a hand on her arm, said almost wistfully, "'You're staying on two. Then do take pity on us. We might

Starting point is 09:18:39 go on some trips together, and in the evenings we could make a bridge.' A new life began for Andine. The princess, chained to her mother's side, and frankly restive under her filial duty, clung to her new acquaintance with the persistence too flattering to be analyzed. My dear, I was on the brink of suicide when I saw your name in the visitors' list, she explained, and Undine felt like answering that she had nearly reached the same pass when the princess's thin little hand had been held out to her. For the moment she was dizzy with the effect of that random gesture. Here she was, at the lowest ebb of her fortunes, miraculously rehabilitated, reinstated, and restored to the old victorious sense of her youth

Starting point is 09:19:23 and her power. Her soul graces, her unaided personality, had worked the miracle. How should she not trust in them hereafter? Aside from her feeling of concrete attainment, Undine was deeply interested in her new friends. The princess and her mother in their different ways were different from anyone else she had known. The princess, who might have been of any age between twenty and forty, had a small triangular face with caressing impudent eyes, a smile like a silent whistle, and the gate of a baker's boy balancing his basket. She wore either baggy, shabby clothes like a man's, or rich draperies that looked as if they had been rained on, and she seemed equally at ease in either style of dress, and carelessly unconscious of both.

Starting point is 09:20:09 She was extremely familiar and unblushingly inquisitive, but she never gave Andean the time to ask her any questions, or the opportunity to venture on any freedom with her. Nevertheless, she did not scruple to talk of her sentimental experiences, and seemed surprised, and rather disappointed, that Andean had so few to relate in return. She playfully accused her beautiful new friend of being, gachotier, and at the sight of Andein's blush cried out, "'Ah, you funny Americans! Why do you all behave as if love were a secret infirmity?'

Starting point is 09:20:42 The old Duchess was even more impressive, because she fitted better into Andean's preconceived picture of the Foburg Saint-Germain, and was more like the people with whom she pictured the former Nettie Wincher as living in privileged intimacy. The Duchess was, indeed, more amiable and accessible than Undine's conception of a Duchess, and displayed a curiosity as great as her daughters, and much more puerile, concerning her new friend's history and habits. But through her mild prattle, and in spite of her limited perceptions, Undine felt in her the same clear, impenetrable barrier that she ran against occasionally in the princess, and she was beginning to understand that this barrier represented a number of things about which

Starting point is 09:21:23 she herself had yet to learn. She would not have known this a few years earlier, nor would she have seen in the Duchess anything but the ruin of an ugly woman, dressed in clothes that Mrs. Sprague wouldn't have touched. The Duchess certainly looked like a ruin, but Undine now saw that she looked like the ruin of a castle. The princess, who was unofficially separated from her husband, had with her two little girls. She seemed extremely attached to both, though a vowing for the younger a preference she frankly ascribed to the interesting accident of its parentage, and she could not understand that Undine, as to whose domestic difficulties she minutely informed herself, should have consented to leave her child to strangers.

Starting point is 09:22:04 For to one's child, everyone but oneself is a stranger, and whatever your e garmal, she began, breaking off with a stare when Undine interrupted her to explain that the courts had described all the wrongs in the case to her husband. But then, but then, murmured the princess, turning away from the subject as if checked by too deep an abyss of difference. The incident had embarrassed. aroused Undine, and though she tried to justify herself by allusions to her boy's dependence on his father's family, and to the duty of not standing in his way, she saw that she made no impression. Whatever one's errors, one's child belongs to one, her hearer continued to repeat,

Starting point is 09:22:47 and Undine, who was frequently scandalized by the princess's conversation, now found herself in the odd position of having to set a watch upon her own in order not to scandalize the princess. Each day, nevertheless, strengthened her hold on her new friends. After her first flush of triumph, she began indeed to suspect that she had been a slight disappointment to the princess, had not completely justified the hopes raised by the doubtful honor of being one of Sasha Adelsheim's intimates. Undine guessed that the princess had expected to find her more amusing, queerer, more startling in speech and conduct.

Starting point is 09:23:23 Though by instinct she was none of those things, she was eager to go as far as was expected. but she felt that her audacities were on lines too normal to be interesting, and that the princess thought her rather school-girlish and old-fashioned. Still they had in common their youth, their boredom, their high spirits, and their hunger for amusement. And Undine was making the most of these ties, when one day, coming back from a trip to Monte Carlo with the princess, she was brought up short by the sight of a lady,

Starting point is 09:23:52 evidently a new arrival, who was seated in an attitude of respectful intimacy beside the old Duchess's chair, Undine, advancing unheard over the fine gravel of the garden path, recognized at a glance the Marquis de Trézac's drooping nose and disdainful back, and at the same moment heard her say, "'And her husband?' "'Her husband! But she's an American.

Starting point is 09:24:13 She's divorced,' the Duchess replied, as if she were merely stating the same fact in two different ways, and Undine stopped short with a pang of apprehension. The princess came up behind her. "'Who's this solemn person with Mama?' "'Ah, that old bore of a Trezac!' She dropped her long aisle-glass with a laugh. "'Well, she'll be useful.

Starting point is 09:24:36 "'She'll stick to Mama like a leech, "'and we shall get away oftener. "'Come, let's go and be charming to her.' "'She approached Madame de Trezac effusively, "'and after an interchange of exclamations, "'Undine heard her say, "'You know my friend Mrs. Marvell? "'No?

Starting point is 09:24:52 "'How odd? "'Where do you manage to hide yourself, "'sher, madame? Andine, here's a compatriot who hasn't the pleasure. I'm such a hermit, dear Mrs. Marvell. The princess shows me what I miss. The Marquis de Tresac murmured, rising to give her hand to Undine, and speaking in a voice so different from that of the supercilious Miss Wincher

Starting point is 09:25:13 that only her facial angle and the droop of her nose linked her to the hated vision of Potash Springs. Undine felt herself dancing on a flood-tide of security. For the first time the memory of Potash Springs, became a thing to smile at, and with the princess's arm through hers, she shone back triumphantly on Madame de Trezac, who seemed to have grown suddenly obsequious and insignificant, as though the waving of the princess's wand had stripped her of all her false advantages. But upstairs, in her own room, Undine's courage fell. Madame de Trezac had been civil, effusive even, because

Starting point is 09:25:50 for the moment she had been taken off her guard by finding Mrs. Marvell on terms of intimacy with the Princess Estradina and her mother. But the force of fact would reassert itself. Far from continuing to see Undine through her French friend's eyes, she would probably invite them to view her compatriot through the searching lens of her own ampler information. The old hypocrite. She'll tell them everything, Undine murmured,

Starting point is 09:26:15 wincing at the recollection of the dentist's assistant from deposit, and staring miserably at her reflection in the dressing-table mirror. Of what use were youth and grace and good? looks, if one drop of poison distilled from the envy of a narrow-minded woman was enough to paralyze them. Of course, Madame de Tresac knew and remembered, and, secure in her own impregnable position, would never rest till she had driven out the intruder. End of Chapter 27. Chapter 28 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 09:26:58 What do you say to Nis, tomorrow, dearest? The princess suggested a few evenings later, as she followed Undine upstairs after a languid evening at bridge with the Duchess and Madame de Tresac. Halfway down the passage, she stopped to open a door, and putting her finger to her lip, signed to Undine to enter. In the taper-lit dimness stood two small white beds, each surmounted by a crucifix and a palm branch, and each containing a small, brown, sleeping child, with a mop of hair, and a curiously finished little face. As the princess stood gazing on their innocent slumbers, she seemed for a moment like a third little girl, scarcely bigger and browner than the others, and the smile with which she watched them was as clear as theirs.

Starting point is 09:27:46 Ah, si only me could choose los amos, she sighed as she turned away. "'Nise, tomorrow,' she repeated, as she and Andine walked on to their rooms with linked arms. "'We may as well make hay while the Trezac shines. "'She bores Mama frightfully, but Mama won't admit it, because they belong to the same oeuvre. "'Shall it be the eleven train, dear? "'We can lunch at the Royal and look in the shops. "'We may meet somebody amusing. "'Anyhow, it's better than staying here.'

Starting point is 09:28:20 Andine was sure the trip to Nice would be delightful. Their previous expeditions had shown her the princess's faculty for organizing such adventures. At Monte Carlo, a few days before, they had run across two or three amusing but unassorted people, and the princess, having fused them in a jolly lunch, had followed it up by a bout at Baccarat, and finally, hunting down an eminent composer who had just arrived to rehearse a new production, had insisted on his asking the party to tea and treating them to fragments of his operative. A few days earlier, Undine's hope of renewing such pleasures would have been clouded by the dread of leaving Madame de Trezac alone with the Duchess.

Starting point is 09:28:59 But she had no longer any fear of Madame de Trezac. She had discovered that her old rival of Potash Springs was an actual dread of her disfavor, and nervously anxious to conciliate her, and the discovery gave her such a sense of the heights she had scaled, and the security of her footing, that all her troubled past began to seem like the result of some providential design, and vague impulses of piety stirred in her, as she and the princess whirled toward Nice through the blue and gold glitter of the morning. They wandered about the lively streets. They gazed into the beguiling shops. The princess tried on hats, and Undine bought them, and they lunched the Royale on all sorts of succulent dishes,

Starting point is 09:29:41 prepared under the headwaiter's special supervision. But, as they were savoring their double coffee and liqueurs, and And Andine was wondering what her companion would devise for the afternoon, the princess clapped her hands together and cried out, "'Dearest, I'd forgotten, I must desert you!' She explained that she'd promised the Duchess to look up a friend who was ill, a poor wretch who'd been sent to Simier for her lungs, and that she must rush off at once and would be back as soon as possible. Well, if not in an hour, then in two at the latest. She was full of compunction, but she knew Andine would free

Starting point is 09:30:16 forgive her and find something amusing to fill up the time. She advised her to go back and buy the black hat with the Osprey and try on the crape de chine they thought so smart. For anyone as good-looking as herself, the woman would probably alter it for nothing, and they could meet again at the palace tea-rooms at four. She whirled away in a cloud of explanations, and Dundeen, left alone, sat down on the promenade des Angles. She did not believe a word, the princess had said. She had seen in a flash why she was being left, and why the place. had not been divulged to her beforehand, and she quivered with resentment and humiliation. That's what she's wanted me for, and that's why she made up to me. She's trying it today,

Starting point is 09:30:56 and after this it'll happen regularly. She'll drag me over here every day or two. At least she thinks she will. A sincere disgust was Undine's uppermost sensation. She was as much ashamed as Mrs. Sprague might have been at finding herself used to screen a clandestine adventure. I'll let her see. I'll make her understand, she repeated angrily, and for a moment she was half-disposed to drive to the station and take the first train back. But the sense of her precarious situation, withheld her, and presently with bitterness in her heart, she got up and began to stroll toward the shops. To show that she was not a dupe, she arrived at the designated meeting place

Starting point is 09:31:38 nearly an hour later than the time appointed. But when she entered the tea rooms, the princess was nowhere to be seen. The rooms were crowded, and Dundeen was guided toward a small inner apartment where isolated couples were absorbing refreshments in an atmosphere of intimacy that made it seem incongruous to be alone. She glanced about for a face she knew, but none was visible, and she was just giving up the search, when she beheld Elmer Moffat shouldering his way through the crowd. The sight was so surprising that she sat gazing with unconscious fixity at the round black head and glossy reddish face, which kept appearing and disappearing through the intervening jungle of Egrette. It was long since she had either heard of Moffitt or thought about him, and now,

Starting point is 09:32:23 in her loneliness and exasperation, she took comfort in the sight of his confident, capable face, and felt a longing to hear his voice and unbosom her woes to him. She had half risen to attract his attention, when she saw him turn back and make way for a companion, who was cautiously steering her huge feathered hat between the tea-tables. The woman was of the vulgarest type. Everything about her was cheap and gaudy. But Moffat was obviously elated. He stood aside with a flourish to usher her in, and as he followed, he shot out a pink shirt-cuff with jeweled links and gave his mustache a gallant twist. Undine felt an unreasoning irritation. She was vexed with him both for not being alone and for being so vulgarly accompanied.

Starting point is 09:33:07 As the couple seated themselves, she caught Moffat's glance, and saw him reddened to the edge of his white forehead. But he elaborately avoided her eye. He evidently wanted her to see him do it, and proceeded to minister to his companion's wants with an air of experienced gallantry. The incident, trifling as it was, filled up the measure of Undine's bitterness. She thought Moffat pitiably ridiculous, and she hated him for showing himself in such a light at that particular moment. Her mind turned back to her own grievance, and she was just saying to herself that nothing on earth should prevent her letting the princess know what she thought of her, when the lady in question at last appeared. She came hurriedly forward

Starting point is 09:33:47 and behind her, Undine perceived the figure of a slight, quietly dressed man, as to whom her immediate impression was that he made everyone else in the room look as common as Moffat. An instant later, the color had flown to her face, and her hand was in Raymond de Schell, while the princess murmuring, Simbier such a long way off, but you will forgive me? Looking into her eyes with a smile that added, See how I pay for what I get? Her first glance showed Undine how glad Raymond Deschelle was to see her.

Starting point is 09:34:19 Since their last meeting, his admiration for her seemed not only to have increased, but to have acquired a different character. Undine, at an earlier stage in her career, might not have known exactly what the difference signified, but it was as clear to her now as if the princess had said, what her beaming eyes seemed, in fact, to convey, I'm only too glad to do my cousin the same kind of turn you're doing me. But Andine's increased experience, if it had made her more vigilant,

Starting point is 09:34:47 had also given her a clearer measure of her power. She saw at once that Shell, in seeking to meet her again, was not in quest of a mere passing adventure. He was evidently deeply drawn to her, and her present situation, if it made it natural to regard her as more accessible, had not altered the nature of his feeling. She saw and weighed all this in the first five minutes, during which, over tea and muffins, the princess discanted on her luck in happening to run across her cousin, and Shell, his enchanted eyes on Undine, expressed his sense of his good fortune. He was staying,

Starting point is 09:35:23 it appeared, with friends at Bollier, and had run over to Nice that afternoon by the merest chance. He added that, having just learned of his aunt's presence in the neighborhood, he had already planned to present his homage to her. Oh, don't come to us. We're too dull, the princess exclaimed. Let us run over occasionally and call on you. We're dying for a pretext, aren't we? She added, smiling at Undine. The latter smiled back vaguely and looked across the room. Moffat, looking flushed and foolish, was just pushing back his chair.

Starting point is 09:35:57 To carry off his embarrassment he put on an additional touch of importance, and as he swaggered out behind his companion, Undine said to herself, with a shiver, If he'd been alone they would have found me taking tea with him. Undine, during the ensuing weeks, returned several times to Nice with the princess, but, to the latter's surprise, she absolutely refused to have Raymond de Chelle included in their luncheon parties, or even apprised in advance of their expeditions. The princess, always impatient of unnecessary dissimulation, had not attempted to keep up the faint of the interesting invalid at Simier. She confessed to Undine that she was drawn to Nice by the presence there of the person without whom, for the moment, she found life intolerable,

Starting point is 09:36:44 and whom she could not well receive under the same roof with her little girls and her mother. She appealed to One Dean's sisterly heart to feel for her in her difficulty, and implied that, as her conduct had already proved, she would always be ready to render her friend a like service. It was at this point that Undine checked her by a decided word. I understand your position, and I'm very sorry for you, of course, she began. The princess stared at the sorry. Your secret's perfectly safe with me, and I'll do anything I can for you. But if I go to niece with you again, you must promise not to ask your cousin to meet us.

Starting point is 09:37:21 The princess's face expressed the most genuine astonishment. Oh, my dear, do forgive me if I've been stupid. He admires you so tremendously, and I thought, You'll do as I ask, please, won't you? Undine went on, ignoring the interruption, and looking straight at her under-level brows, and the princess, with a shrug, merely murmured. What a pity, I fancied you liked him.

Starting point is 09:37:48 End of Chapter 28. Chapter 29 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. this librivox recording is in the public domain the early spring found undine once more in paris she had every reason to be satisfied with the result of the course she had pursued since she had pronounced her ultimatum on the subject of remand de chel She had continued to remain on the best of terms with the princess, to rise in the estimation of the old Duchess, and to measure the rapidity of her assent in the upward gaze of Madame de Trezac. And she had given Shell to understand that, if he wished to renew their acquaintance, he must do so in the shelter of his venerable aunt's protection. To the princess she was careful to make her attitude equally clear. I like your cousin very much. he's delightful, and if I'm in Paris this spring I hope I shall see a great deal of him,

Starting point is 09:38:51 but I know how easy it is for a woman in my position to get talked about, and I have my little boy to consider. Nevertheless, whenever Shell came over from Bollioux to spend a day with his aunt and cousin, an excursion he not infrequently repeated, Undine was at no pains to conceal her pleasure. Nor was there anything calculated in her attitude. Shell seemed to her more charming than ever, and the warmth of his wooing was in flattering contrast to the cool reserve of his manners. At last she felt herself alive and young again, and it became a joy to look in her glass and to try on her new hats and dresses.

Starting point is 09:39:31 The only menace ahead was the usual one, of the want of money. While she had traveled with her parents, she had been at relatively small expense, and since their return to America, Mr. Sprague, had sent her allowance regularly. Yet, almost all the money she had received for the pearls was already gone, and she knew her Paris season would be far more expensive than the quiet weeks on the Riviera. Meanwhile, the sense of reviving popularity and the charm of Shell's devotion had almost effaced the ugly memories of failure, and refurbished that image of herself in other minds, which was her only notion of self-seeing. Under the guidance of Madame de Thrasac,

Starting point is 09:40:13 He had found a prettily furnished apartment, in a not too inaccessible quarter, and in its light, bright drawing-room she sat one June afternoon, listening, with all the forbearance of which she was capable, to the councils of her newly acquired guide. "'Everything but marriage,' Madame de Tresac was repeating, her long head slightly tilted, her features wearing the rapt look of an adept reciting a hallowed formula. Raymond de Chelle had not been mentioned by either of the ladies, and the former Miss Wincher was merely imparting to her young friend one of the fundamental dogmas of her social creed. But Andine was conscious that the air between them vibrated with an unspoken name.

Starting point is 09:40:58 She made no immediate answer, but her glance, passing by Madame de Tresac's dull countenance, sought her own reflection in the mirror behind her visitor's chair. A beam of spring sunlight touched the living masses of her hair and made the face beneath as radiant as a girl's. Undine smiled faintly at the promise her own eyes gave her, and then turned back to her friend. What can such women know about anything? She thought compassionately.

Starting point is 09:41:27 There's everything against it. Madame de Thrasac continued, in a tone of patient exposition. She seemed to be doing her best to make a way. the matter clear. In the first place, between people and society, a religious marriage is necessary, and since the church doesn't recognize divorce, that's obviously out of the question. In France, a man of position who goes through the form of civil marriage with a divorced woman is simply ruining himself and her. They might much better, from her point of view as well as his, be friends, as it's called over here. Such arrangements are understood.

Starting point is 09:42:07 and allowed for. But when a Frenchman marries, he wants to marry as his people always have. He knows there are traditions he can't fight against, and in his heart he's glad there are. Oh, I know. They've so much religious feeling. I admire that in them. Their religion's so beautiful. Undine looked thoughtfully at her visitor. I suppose even money. A great deal of money. Wouldn't make the least bit of difference? None, whatever, except to make matters worse. Madame de Trezac decisively rejoined. She returned Undine's look with something of Miss Winchers' contemptuous authority.

Starting point is 09:42:48 But, she added, softening to a smile. Between ourselves, I can say it since we're neither of us children. A woman with tact, who's not in a position to remarry, will find society extremely indulgent. provided, of course, she keeps up appearances. Undine turned to her with the frown of a startled Diana. We don't look at things that way out at apex, she said coldly, and the blood rose in Madame de Trézac's sallowed cheek.

Starting point is 09:43:21 Oh, my dear, it's so refreshing to hear you talk like that. Personally, of course, I've never got quite used to the French view. I hope no American woman ever does, said Undine. She had been in Paris for about two months when this conversation took place, and in spite of her reviving self-confidence, she was beginning to recognize the strength of the forces opposed to it. It had taken a long time to convince her that even money could not prevail against them, and, in the intervals of expressing her admiration for the Catholic creed, she had now violent reactions of militantism, during which she talked of the tyranny of Rome, and recalled school stories of

Starting point is 09:44:03 immoral popes and persecuting Jesuits. Meanwhile, her demeanor to shell was that of the incorruptible but fearless American woman, who cannot even conceive of love outside marriage, but is ready to give her devoted friendship to the man, on whom, in happier circumstances, she might have bestowed her hand. This attitude was provocative of many scenes, during which her suitors' unfailing powers of expression, his gift of looking and saying all the desperate and devoted things a pretty woman likes to think she inspires, gave Undine the thrilling sense of breathing the very air of French fiction. But she was aware that too prolonged tension of these cords usually ends in their snapping,

Starting point is 09:44:44 and that Shell's patience was probably in inverse ratio to his ardor. When Madame de Trezac had left her, these thoughts remained in her mind. She understood exactly what each of her new friends wanted. of her. The princess, who was fond of her cousin, and had the French sense of family solidarity, would have liked to see Shell happy, in what seemed to her the only imaginable way. Madame de Trezac would have liked to do what she could to second the princess's efforts in this or any other line. And even the old Duchess, though piously desirous of seeing her favourite nephew married, would have thought it not only natural but inevitable that, while awaiting that

Starting point is 09:45:25 happy event, he should try to induce an amiable young woman to mitigate the drawbacks of celibacy. Meanwhile, they might one and all weary of her if Shell did, and a persistent rejection of his suit would probably imperil her scarcely gained footing among his friends. All this was clear to her, yet it did not shake her resolve. She was determined to give up Shell, unless he was willing to marry her, and the thought of her renunciation moved her to a kind of wistful melancholy. In this mood her mind reverted to a letter she had just received from her mother. Mrs. Sprague wrote more fully than usual, and the unwonted flow of her pen had been occasioned by an event for which she had long yearned.

Starting point is 09:46:07 For months she had pined for a sight of her grandson, had tried to screw up her courage to write and ask permission to visit him, and finally breaking through her sedentary habits, had begun to haunt the neighborhood of Washington Square. With the result that one afternoon she had had the luck to meet the little boy coming out of the house with his nurse. She had spoken to him, and he had remembered her and called her granny, and the next day she had received a note from Mrs. Fairford, saying that Ralph would be glad to send Paul to see her. Mrs. Bragg enlarged on the delights of the visit, and the growing beauty and cleverness of her grandson. She described to Undine exactly how Paul was dressed,

Starting point is 09:46:45 how he looked and what he said, and told her how he had examined everything in the room, and finally, coming upon his mother's photograph, had asked who the lady's, was, and Don being told, had wanted to know she was a very long way off, and when Granny thought she would be back. As Undine re-read her mother's pages, she felt an unusual tightness in her throat, and two tears rose to her eyes. It was dreadful that her little boy should be growing up far away from her, perhaps dressed in clothes she would have hated, and wicked and unnatural when he saw her picture he should have to be told who she was. If I could only meet some good man who would give me a home and be a father to him, she thought,

Starting point is 09:47:28 and the tears overflowed and ran down. Even as they fell, the door was thrown open to admit Raymond de Chelle, and the consciousness of the moisture still glistening on her cheeks perhaps strengthened her resolve to resist him, and thus made her more imperiously to be desired. Certain it is, on that day, her suitor first alluded to a possibility which Madame de Trezac had prudently refrained from suggesting, there fell upon Undine's attentive ears, the magic phrase,

Starting point is 09:47:58 anonement of marriage. Her alert intelligence immediately set to work in this new direction, but almost at the same moment she became aware of a subtle change of tone in the princess and her mother, a change reflected in the corresponding decline of Madame de Trézac's cordiality. Undine, since her arrival in Paris, had necessarily been less in the princess's company, but when they met, she had found her as friendly as ever. It was manifestly not a failing of the princesses to forget past favors, and though increasingly absorbed by the demands of town life,

Starting point is 09:48:31 she treated her new friend with the same affectionate frankness, and Undine was given frequent opportunities to enlarge her Parisian acquaintance, not only in the princess's intimate circle, but in the majestic drawing-rooms of the Hotel de Dordogne. Now, however, there is a perceptible decline in these signs of hospitality, and Undine, on calling one day on the Duchess, notice that her appearance sent a visible flutter of discomfort through the circle about her, hostess's chair.

Starting point is 09:48:58 Two or three of the ladies present looked away from the newcomer and at each other, and several of them seemed spontaneously to encircle without approaching her, while another, grey-haired, elderly, and slightly frightened, with an, adieu, ma bontante, to the Duchess, was hastily aided in her retreat down the long line of old gilded rooms. The incident was too mute and rapid to have been noticeable, had it not been followed by the duchesses resuming her conversation with the ladies nearest her, as though

Starting point is 09:49:29 Undine had just gone out of the room instead of entering it. The sense of having been thus rendered invisible filled Undine with a vehement desire to make herself seen, and an equally strong sense that all attempts to do so would be vain, and when, a few minutes later, she issued from the portals of the Hotel de Dordogne, it was with the fixed resolve not to enter them again, till she had had an explanation with the princess. She was spared to the trouble of seeking one by the arrival early the next morning of Madame de Trezac, who, entering almost with the breakfast-tray, mysteriously asked to be allowed to communicate something of importance. You'll understand, I know, the princess is not

Starting point is 09:50:09 coming herself. Madame de Trezac began, sitting up very straight on the edge of the arm-chair over which Undine's lace dressing-gown hung. If there's anything she wants to say to me, I don't, Undine answered, leaning back among her rosy pillows, and reflecting compassionately that the face opposite her was just the color of the Café-O-Lay she was pouring out. There are things that are—that might seem too pointed, if one said them oneself.

Starting point is 09:50:40 Madame de Tresac continued, Our dear Lily's so good-natured, She so hates to do anything unfriendly, but she naturally thinks first of her mother. Her mother? What's the matter with her mother? I told her I knew you didn't understand. I was sure you'd take it in good part. Undine raised herself on her elbow. What did Lily tell you to tell me? Oh, not to tell you. Simply to ask if, just for the present, you'd mind avoiding the Duchess's Thursdays, calling on any other day, that is.

Starting point is 09:51:16 Any other day? She's not at home on any other. Do you mean that she doesn't want me to call? Well, not while the Marquise de Chelle is in Paris. She's the Duchess's favorite niece, and of course they all hang together. That kind of family feeling is something you naturally don't. Undine had a sudden glimpse of hidden intricacies.

Starting point is 09:51:39 That was Raymond Dechelle's mother I saw there yesterday, the one they hurried out when I came in. It seems she was very much upset. She somehow heard your name. Why shouldn't she have heard my name? And why in the world should it upset her? Madame de Tresac heaved a hesitating sigh. Isn't it better to be frank?

Starting point is 09:52:02 She thinks she has reason to feel badly. They all do. To feel badly? Because her son wants to marry me. Of course they know that. impossible." Madame de Trezac smiled compassionately. But they're afraid of your spoiling his other chances. Undine paused a moment before answering.

Starting point is 09:52:24 It won't be impossible, when my marriage is annulled, she said. The effect of this statement was less electrifying than she had hoped. Her visitor simply broke into a laugh. My dear child, your marriage annulled? Who can have put such a mad idea into your head? Andine's gaze followed the pattern she was tracing with a lustrous nail on her embroidered bedspread. Raymond himself, she let fall. This time there was no mistaking the effect she produced.

Starting point is 09:52:55 Madame de Trezacque with a murmured, Oh, sat gazing before her as if she had lost the thread of her argument, and it was only after a considerable interval that she recovered it sufficiently to exclaim. They'll never hear of it. Absolutely never. But they can't prevent it, can they? They can prevent its being of any use to you. I see, Undine pensively assented.

Starting point is 09:53:22 She knew the tone she had taken was virtually a declaration of war, but she was in a mood when the act of defiance, apart from its strategic value, was a satisfaction in itself. Moreover, if she could not gain her end without a fight, it was better that the battle should be engaged while Raymond's ardor was at its height. To provoke immediate hostilities she sent for him the same afternoon, and related, quietly and without comment, the incident of her visit to the Duchess, and the mission with which

Starting point is 09:53:51 Madame de Thrasac had been charged. In the circumstances, she went on to explain, it was manifestly impossible that she should continue to receive his visits, and she met his wrathful comments on his relatives by the gently but firmly expressed resolve not to be the cause of any disagreement between himself and his family. End of Chapter 29. Chapter 30 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 09:54:27 A few days after her decisive conversation with Raymond de Chelle, Undine, emerging from the doors of the Nouveau-Lux, where she had been to call on the newly arrived Mrs. Homer Branny, once more found herself face to face with Elmer Moffat. This time there was no Mrs. Nubour. mistaking his eagerness to be recognized. He stopped short as they met, and she read such pleasure in his eyes that she too stopped, holding out her hand. "'I'm glad you're going to speak to me,' she said, and Moffat reddened at the illusion. "'Well, I very nearly didn't. I didn't know you.

Starting point is 09:55:03 You look about as old as you did when I first landed at apex, remember?' He turned back and began to walk at her side in the direction of the Chanselises. Say, this is all right, he exclaimed, and she saw that his glance had left her, and was ranging across the wide, silvery square ahead of them to the congregated domes and spires beyond the river. Do you like Paris? she asked, wondering what theatres he had been to. It beats everything. He seemed to be breathing in deeply the impression of fountains, sculpture, leafy avenues,

Starting point is 09:55:39 and long-drawn architectural distances fading into the afternoon haze. "'I suppose you've been to that old church over there,' he went on, his gold-topped stick pointing toward the towers of Notre Dame. "'Oh, of course, when I used to sight see. Have you never been to Paris before?' "'No, this is my first look round. I came across in March.' "'In March?' she echoed inattentively. It never occurred to her that other people's lives went on when they were out of the range of her vision, and she tried in vain to remember what she had last heard of Moffat.

Starting point is 09:56:15 Wasn't that a bad time to leave Wall Street? Well, so-so. Fact is, I was played out. Needed a change. Nothing in his robust mean confirmed the statement, and he did not seem inclined to develop it. I presume you're settled here now, he went on. I saw by the papers. Yes, she interrupted. adding after a moment, it was all a mistake from the first.

Starting point is 09:56:43 Well, I never thought he was your form, said Moffett. His eyes had come back to her, and the look in them struck her as something she might use to her advantage. But the next moment he had glanced away with a furrowed brow, and she felt she had not wholly fixed his attention. I live at the other end of Paris. Why not come back and have tea with me? She suggested, half moved by a desire to know more of his affairs, and half by the thought that a talk with him might help to shed some light on hers. In the open taxi-cab he seemed to recover his sense of well-being, and lean back, his hands on the knob of his stick, with the air of a man pleasantly aware of his privileges. This Paris is a thundering good place, he repeated once or twice as they rolled on through the crush and glitter of the afternoon, and when they had descended at Undine's door, and he stood in her drawing-room,

Starting point is 09:57:36 and looked out on the horse-chestnut trees rounding their green domes under the balcony, his satisfaction culminated in the comment. So I guess this lays out West End Avenue. His eyes met Undines with their old twinkle, and their expression encouraged her to murmur. Of course, there are times when I'm very lonely. She sat down behind the tea table,

Starting point is 09:58:01 and he stood at a little distance, watching her pull off her gloves with a queer, comic twitch of his elastic mouth. "'Well, I guess it's only when you want to be,' he said, grasping a liar-backed chair by its gilt cords and sitting down astride of it, his light-gray trousers stretching too tightly over his plump thighs. Undine was perfectly aware that he was a vulgar, overdressed man, with a red crease of fat above his collar and an impudent, swaggering eye.

Starting point is 09:58:30 Yet she liked to see him there, and was conscious that he stirred the fibers of a self-she had forgotten, but had not ceased to understand. She had fancied her avowal of loneliness might call forth some sentimental phrase, but though Moffat was clearly pleased to be with her, she saw that she was not the centre of his thoughts, and the discovery irritated her. "'I don't suppose you've known what it is to be lonely since you've been in Europe?' She continued as she held out his teacup. "'Oh,' he said, jocosely, "'I don't always go round with a guide.' and she rejoined on the same note,

Starting point is 09:59:07 Then perhaps I shall see something of you. Why, there's nothing that would suit me better, but the fact is I'm probably sailing next week. Oh, are you? I'm sorry. There was nothing feigned in her regret. Anything I can do for you across the pond. She hesitated. There's something you can do for me right off.

Starting point is 09:59:30 He looked at her more attentively, as if his practiced eye had passed through the surface of her beauty to what might be going on behind it. Do you want my blessing again? he asked, with sudden irony. Undine opened her eyes with a trustful look. Yes, I do. Well, I'll be damned, said Moffat gaily.

Starting point is 09:59:54 You've always been so awfully nice, she began, and he leaned back, grasping both sides of the chair back and shaking it a little with his laugh. He kept the same attitude while she proceeded to unfold her case, listening to her with the air of sober concentration that his frivolous face took on at any serious demand on his attention. When she had ended, he kept the same look during an interval of silent pondering. "'Is it the fellow who was over at Nice with you that day?' She looked at him with surprise. "'How did you know?'

Starting point is 10:00:28 "'Why, I liked his looks,' said Moffett simply. He got up and strolled toward the window. On the way he stopped before a table covered with showy trifles, and after looking at them for a moment, singled out a dim, old, brown, and golden book, which Shell had given her. He examined it lingeringly, as though it touched the spring of some choked-up sensibility

Starting point is 10:00:50 for which he had no language. Say, he began. It was the usual prelude to his enthusiasms, but he laid the book down and turned back. Then you think if you had the cash you could fix it up all right with the Pope? Her heart began to beat. She remembered that he had once put a job in Ralph's way and had let her understand that he had done it partly for her sake.

Starting point is 10:01:15 Well, he continued, relapsing into hyperbole. I wish I could send the old gentleman my check tomorrow morning, but the fact is I'm high and dry. He looked at her with a sudden odd intensity. If I wasn't, I don't know, but what? The phrase was lost in his familiar whistle. That's an awfully fetching way you do your hair, he said.

Starting point is 10:01:40 It was a disappointment to one dean to hear that his affairs were not prospering, for she knew that in his world, pull and solvency were closely related, and that such support as she had hoped he might give her would be contingent on his own situation. But she had again a fleeting sense of his mysterious power of accomplishing things in the teeth of adversity, and she answered, "'What I want is your advice.' He turned away and wandered across the room, his hands and his pockets.

Starting point is 10:02:10 On her ornate writing-desk he saw a photograph of Paul, bright-curled and sturdy-legged, in a manly reefer, and bent over it with a murmur of approval. "'Say, what a fellow! Got him with you?' Undine colored. "'No,' she began. And seeing his look of surprise,

Starting point is 10:02:29 she embarked on her usual explanation. I can't tell you how I miss him, she ended, with a ring of truth that carried conviction to her own ears, if not to Moffat's. Why don't you get him back then? Why I... Moffat had picked up the frame and was looking at the photograph more closely.

Starting point is 10:02:49 Pants, he chuckled, I declare. He turned back to Undine. Who does he belong to, anyhow? belong to? Who got him when you were divorced? Did you? Oh, I got everything, she said, her instinct of self-defense on the alert.

Starting point is 10:03:10 So I thought. He stood before her, stoutly planted on his short legs, and speaking with an aggressive energy. Well, I know what I'd do if he was mine. If he was yours? And you tried to get him away from me. Fight you to a finish. If it cost me down to my last dollar, I would. The conversation seemed to be wandering from the point, and she answered with a touch of impatience.

Starting point is 10:03:35 It wouldn't cost you anything like that. I haven't got a dollar to fight back with. Well, you ain't got to fight. Your degree gave him to you, didn't it? Why don't you send right over and get him? That's what I'd do if I was you. Undine looked up. But I'm awfully poor. I can't afford to have him here. You couldn't up to now, but now you're going to get married. You're going to be able to give him a home and a father's care, and the foreign languages. That's what I'd say if I was you. His father takes considerable stock in him, don't he?

Starting point is 10:04:09 She colored, a denial on her lips, but she could not shape it. We're both awfully fond of him, of course. His father'd never give him up. Just so. Muppet's face had grown sharp as glass. You've got the Marvell's running. All you've got to do is sit tight and wait for their check. He dropped back to his equestrian seat on the liar-backed chair.

Starting point is 10:04:35 Undine stood up and moved uneasily toward the window. She seemed to see her little boy as though he were in the room with her. She did not understand how she could have lived so long without him. She stood for a long time without speaking, feeling behind her the concentrated irony of Moffat's gaze. You couldn't lend me the money. "'Managed to borrow it for me, I mean,' she finally turned back to ask. He laughed.

Starting point is 10:05:00 "'If I could manage to borrow any money at this particular minute, "'well, it'd have to lend every dollar of it to Elmer Moffat, Esquire. "'I'm stone broke, if you want to know, "'and wanted for an investigation, too. "'That's why I'm over here, improving my mind.' "'Why, I thought you were going home next week.' "'He grinned. "'I am, because I've found out

Starting point is 10:05:23 there's a party wants me to stay away worse than the courts want me back, making the trip just for my private satisfaction. There won't be any money in it, I'm afraid." Ledin disappointment descended on Undine. She had felt almost sure of Moffets helping her, and for an instant she wondered if some long, smoldering jealousy had flamed up under its cold cinders. But another look at his face denied her this solace, and his evident indifference was the last blow to her pride. The twinge it gave her prompted her to ask, "'Don't you ever mean to get married?' Moffett gave her a quick look.

Starting point is 10:06:00 "'Why, I shouldn't wonder, one of these days. Millionaires always collect something. But I've got to collect my millions first.' He spoke coolly and half-humorously, and before he had ended, she had lost all interest in his reply. He seemed aware of the fact, for he stood up and held out his hand. "'Well, so long, Mrs. Marvell. It's been uncommonly pleasant to see you, and you'd better think over what I've said.' She laid her hand sadly in his. "'You've never had a child,' she replied. End of Chapter 30. Chapter 31 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 10:06:46 This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Nearly two years had passed, since Ralph Marvell, waking from his long sleep in the hot summer light of Washington Square, had found that the face of life was changed for him. In the interval, he had gradually adapted himself to the new order of things, but the months of adaptation had been a time of such darkness and confusion that from the vantage ground of his recovered lucidity, he could not yet distinguish the stages by which he had worked his way out, and even now his footing was not secure. His first effort had been to readjust his values,

Starting point is 10:07:26 to take an inventory of them, and reclassify them, so that one at least might be made to appear as important as those he had lost. Otherwise, there could be no reason why he should go on living. He applied himself doggedly to this attempt, but whenever he thought he had found a reason that his mind could rest in, it gave way under him, and the old struggle for a foothold. began again. His two objects in life were his boy and his book. The boy was incomparably the

Starting point is 10:07:57 stronger argument, yet the less serviceable in filling the void. Ralph felt his son all the while, and all through his other feelings, but he could not think about him actively and continuously, could not forever exercise his eager, empty, dissatisfied mind on the relatively simple problem of clothing, educating, and amusing a little boy of six. Yet Paul's existence was the all-sufficient reason for his own, and he turned again, with a kind of cold fervor, to his abandoned literary dream. Material needs obliged him to go on with his regular business, but the day's work over he was possessed of a leisure as bare and as blank as an unfurnished house, yet that was at least his own to furnish as he pleased. Meanwhile he was beginning to show a presentable face to the world, and to be once more treated like a man in whose case no one is particularly interested. His men friends ceased to say,

Starting point is 10:08:55 Hello, old chap, I never saw you looking fitter. And elderly ladies no longer told him they were sure he kept too much to himself, and urged him to drop in any afternoon for a quiet talk. People left him to his sorrow, as a man is left to an incurable habit, an unfortunate tie. They ignored it, or looked over its head if they happened to catch a glimpse of it at his elbow. These glimpses were given to them more and more rarely. The smothered springs of life were bubbling up in Ralph, and there were days when he was glad to wake and see the sun in his window,

Starting point is 10:09:30 and when he began to plan his book, and to fancy that the planning really interested him. He could even maintain the delusion for several days, for intervals each time appreciably longer, before it shriveled up again in a scorching blast of disenchantment. The worst of it was that he could never tell when these hot gusts of anguish would overtake him. They came sometimes just when he felt most secure, when he was saying to himself,

Starting point is 10:09:56 after all, things are really worthwhile. Sometimes even when he was sitting with Claire Van Deegan, listening to her voice, watching her hands, and turning over in his mind the opening chapters of his book. You ought to write. They had one and all said it to him from the first, and he fancied he might have begun sooner, if he had not been urged on by their watchful fondness.

Starting point is 10:10:21 Everybody wanted him to write. Everybody had decided that he ought to, that he would, that he must be persuaded to. And the incessant, imperceptible pressure of encouragement, the assumption of those about him that because it would be good for him to write he must naturally be able to, acted on his restive nerves as a stronger deterrent than disapproval. Even Claire had fallen into the same mistake,

Starting point is 10:10:45 and one day as he sat talking with her on the veranda of Laura Fairford's house on the sound, where they now most frequently met, Ralph had half-impaciently rejoined, Oh, if you think it's literature I need! Instantly he had seen her face change, and the speaking hands tremble on her knee. But she achieved the feat of not answering him, or turning her steady eyes from the dancing midsummer water at the foot of Laura's lawn. Ralph leaned a little nearer, and for an instant his hand imagined the flutter of hers.

Starting point is 10:11:17 But instead of clasping it, he drew back, and, rising from his chair, wandered away to the other end of the veranda. No, he didn't feel as Claire felt. If he loved her, as he sometimes thought he did, it was not in the same way. He had a great tenderness for her. He was more nearly happy with her than with anyone else. He liked to sit and talk with her, and watch her face and her hands, and he wished there were some way, some different way, of letting her know it. But he could not conceive that tenderness and desire could ever again be one for him.

Starting point is 10:11:53 Such a notion as that seemed part of the monstrous, sentimental muddle on which his life had gone aground. I shall write. Of course I shall write some day, he said, turning to the moment. back to his seat. I've had a novel in the back of my head for years, and now's the time to pull it out." He hardly knew what he was saying. But before the end of the sentence he saw that Claire had understood what he meant to convey, and henceforth he felt committed to letting her talk to him as much as she pleased about his book. He himself, in consequence, took to thinking about it more consecutively, and just as his friend ceased to urge him to write, he sat down in earnest to begin.

Starting point is 10:12:36 The vision that had come to him had no likeness to any of his earlier imaginings. Two or three subjects had haunted him, pleading for expression, during the first years of his marriage. But these now seemed either too lyrical or too tragic. He no longer saw life on the heroic scale. He wanted to do something in which men should look no bigger than the insects they were. He contrived in the course of time to reduce one of his old sons. subject to these dimensions, and after nights of brooding he made a dash at it, and wrote an opening chapter that struck him as not too bad. In the exhilaration of this first attempt,

Starting point is 10:13:14 he spent some pleasant evenings revising and polishing his work, and gradually a feeling of authority and importance developed in him. In the morning when he woke, instead of his habitual sense of lassitude, he felt an eagerness to be up and doing, and a conviction that his individual task was a necessary part of the world's machinery. He kept his secret with the beginner's deadly fear of losing his hold on his half-reel creations if he let in any outer light on them. Butty went about with a more assured step, shrank less from meeting his friends, and even began to dine out again, and to laugh at some of the jokes he heard. Laura Fairford, to get Paul away from town, had gone early to the country, and Ralph, who went down to her every Saturday,

Starting point is 10:13:59 usually found Claire Van Degen there. Since his divorce he had never entered his cousin's pinnacled palace, and Claire had never asked him why he stayed away. This mutual silence had been their sole allusion to Van Degen's share in the catastrophe, though Ralph had spoken frankly of its other aspects. They talked, however, most often of impersonal subjects, books, pictures, plays, or whatever the world that interested them was doing. And she showed no desire to draw him back to his own affairs.

Starting point is 10:14:29 She was again staying late in town, to have a pretext, as he guessed, for coming down on Sundays to the Fairfords, and they often made the trip together in her motor. But he had not yet spoken to her of having begun his book. One May evening, however, as they sat alone in the veranda, he suddenly told her that he was writing. As he spoke, his heart beat like a boy's. But once the words were out, they gave him a feeling of self-confidence, and he began to sketch his plan. and then to go into its details. Claire listened devoutly, her eyes burning on him through the dusk

Starting point is 10:15:06 like the stars deepening above the garden, and when she got up to go in, he followed her with a new sense of reassurance. The dinner that evening was unusually pleasant. Charles Bowen, just back from his usual spring travels, had come straight down to his friends from the steamer, and the fund of impressions he brought with him gave Ralph a desire to be up and wandering.

Starting point is 10:15:28 And why not, when the book was done? He smiled across the table at Claire. Next summer you'll have to charter a yacht and take us all off to the Aegean. We can't have Charles condescending to us about the out-of-the-way places he's been seeing. Was it really he who was speaking, and his cousin who was sending him back her dusky smile? Well, why not? Again. The seasons renewed themselves, and he too was putting out a new growth. "'My book! My book! My book!' kept repeating itself under all his thoughts, as Undine's name

Starting point is 10:16:07 had once perpetually murmured there. That night, as he went up to bed, he said to himself that he was actually ceasing to think about his wife. As he passed Laura's door she called him in, and put her arms about him. "'You look so well, dear.' "'But why shouldn't I?' he answered gaily, as if ridiculing the fancy that he had ever looked otherwise. Paul was sleeping behind the next door, and the sense of the boy's nearness gave him a warmer glow. His little world was rounding itself out again, and once more he felt safe and at peace in its circle. His sister looked as if she had something more to say, but she merely kissed him good-night, and he went whistling up to his room. The next morning he was to take a walk with Claire, and while he lounged about the drawing-room,

Starting point is 10:16:54 waiting for her to come down, a servant came in with the Sunday papers. Ralph picked one up, and was absently unfolding it, when his eye fell in his own name. A sight he had been spared since the last echoes of his divorce had subsided. His impulse was to fling the paper down, to hurl it from him as far as he could. But a grim fascination tightened his hold, and drew his eyes back to the hated headline. New York Beauty wed's French nobleman. Mrs. Undine Marvell, confident Pope will annul previous marriage. Mrs. Marvell talks about her case.

Starting point is 10:17:29 There it was before him, in all its long-drawn horror. An interview. An interview of Undine's about her coming marriage. Ha, she talked about her case indeed. Her confidence is filled the greater part of a column, and the only detail she seemed to have omitted was the name of her future husband, who was referred to by herself as my fiancé,

Starting point is 10:17:53 and by the interviewer as the Count, or a prominent scion of the French nobility. Ralph heard Laura's step behind him. He threw the paper aside, and their eyes met. Is this what you wanted to tell me last night? Last night? Is it in the papers? Who told you, Bowen?

Starting point is 10:18:15 What else has he heard? Oh, Ralph, what does it matter? What can it matter? Who's the man? Did he tell you that? Ralph insisted. He saw her growing agitation. Why can't you answer? Is it anyone I know?

Starting point is 10:18:31 He was told in Paris it was his friend, Raymond Dechelle. Ralph laughed, and his laugh sounded in his own ears like an echo of the dreary mirth with which he had filled Mr. Sprague's office the day he had learned that Undine intended to divorce him. But now his wrath was seasoned with a whole thing. wholesome irony. The fact of his wife's having reached another stage in her ascent fell into its place as a part of the huge human buffoonery. "'Besides,' Laura went on. "'It's all perfect nonsense, of course. How in the world can she have her marriage annulled?'

Starting point is 10:19:06 Ralph pondered. This put the matter in another light. "'With a great deal of money, I suppose she might.' "'Well, she certainly won't get that from Shell. He's far from rich, Charles tells me.' Laura waited, watching him, before she risked. That's what convinces me she wouldn't have him if she could. Ralph shrugged. There may be other inducements, but she won't be able to manage it. He heard himself speaking quite collectively.

Starting point is 10:19:37 Had Undine at last lost her power of wounding him? Claire came in, dressed for their walk, and under Laura's anxious eyes, he picked up the newspaper and held it out with the careless, Look at this. His cousin's glance flew down the column, and he saw the tremor of her lashes as she read. Then she lifted her head. But you'll be free. Her face was as vivid as a flower.

Starting point is 10:20:03 Free. I'm free now as far as that goes. Oh, but it will go so much farther when she has another name, when she's a different person altogether. Then you'll really have Paul to yourself. Paul? Laura intervened with a nervous laugh. "'But there's never been the least doubt about his having Paul.' They heard the boys' laughter on the lawn, and she went out to join him.

Starting point is 10:20:27 Ralph was still looking at his cousin. "'You're glad, then?' Came from him involuntarily, and she startled him by bursting into tears. He bent over and kissed her on the cheek. End of Chapter 31. Chapter 32 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Ralph, as the days passed, felt that Claire was right.

Starting point is 10:21:03 If Undine married again, he would possess himself more completely, be more definitely rid of his past. And he did not doubt that she would gain her end. He knew her violent desires and her cold tenacity. If she had failed to capture Van Degen, it was probably because she lacked experience of that particular type of man, of his huge immediate wants and feeble vacill vacillating purpose, most of all because she had not yet measured the strength of the social considerations that

Starting point is 10:21:35 restrained him. It was a mistake she was not likely to repeat, and her failure had probably been a useful preliminary to success. It was a long time since Ralph had allowed himself to think of her, and as he did so, the overwhelming fact of her beauty became present to him again, no longer as an element of his being, but as a power dispassionately estimated. He said to himself, Any man who can feel at all will feel it as I did. And the conviction grew in him that Raymond de Chelle, of whom he had formed an idea through Bowen's talk, was not the man to give her up, even if she failed to obtain the release his religion exacted.

Starting point is 10:22:20 Meanwhile, Ralph was gradually beginning to feel himself freer and lightening. her. Undine's act, by cutting the last link between them, seemed to have given him back to himself, and the mere fact that he could consider his case in all its bearings, impartially and ironically, showed him the distance he had travelled, the extent to which he had renewed himself. He had been moved, too, by Claire's cry of joy at his release. Though the nature of his feeling for her had not changed, he was aware of a new quality in their friendship. When he went back to him, he was aware of a new quality in their friendship. When he went back to his book again, his sense of power had lost its asperity, and the spectacle of life

Starting point is 10:22:59 seemed less like a witless dangling of limp dolls. He was well on in his second chapter now. This lightness of mood was still on him, when, returning one afternoon to Washington Square, full of projects for a long evening's work, he found his mother awaiting him with a strange face. He followed her into the drawing-room, and she explained that there had been a telephone message she didn't understand. Something perfectly crazy about Paul. Of course it was all a mistake. Ralph's first thought was of an accident, and his heart contracted. Did Laura telephone? No, no, not Laura. It seemed to be a message from Mrs. Sprague. Something about sending someone here to fetch him, a queer name like Heaney. To fetch him to a steamer on Saturday.

Starting point is 10:23:48 I was to be sure to have his things packed. But of course it's a misunderstanding. She gave an uncertain laugh, and looked up at Ralph as though entreating him to return the reassurance she had given him. Of course, of course, he echoed. He made his mother repeat her statement, but the unforeseen always flurried her,

Starting point is 10:24:11 and she was confused and inaccurate. She didn't actually know who had telephoned, the voice hadn't sounded like Mrs. Sprags. A woman's voice, yes. Oh, not a lady's. And there was certainly something about a steamer. But he knew how the telephone bewildered her, and she was sure she was getting a little deaf.

Starting point is 10:24:32 Hadn't he better call up the Malabran? Of course it was all a mistake, but— Well, perhaps he had better go there himself. As he reached the front door, a letter clinked in the box, and he saw his name. on an ordinary-looking business envelope. He turned the door handle, paused again, and stooped to take out the letter.

Starting point is 10:24:54 It bore the address of the firm of lawyers who had represented Undine in the divorce proceedings, and as he tore open the envelope, Paul's name started out at him. Mrs. Marvell had followed him into the hall, and her cry broke the silence. Ralph! Ralph! Is it anything she's done? Nothing. It's nothing. He stared at her. What's the day of the week? Wednesday.

Starting point is 10:25:23 Why, what? She seemed suddenly to understand. She's not going to take him away from us. Ralph dropped into a chair, crumpling the letter in his hand. He had been in a dream, poor fool that he was, a dream about his child. He sat gazing at the typewritten phrases that spun themselves out before him. my client's circumstances now happily permitting, at last in a position to offer her son a home, long separation, mother's feelings, every social and educational advantage.

Starting point is 10:25:59 And then, at the end, the poisoned dart that struck him speechless. The court having awarded her the sole custody. The sole custody. But that meant that Paul was hers. Hers only. Hers for always. that his father had no more claim on him than any casual stranger in the street. And he, Ralph Marvell, a sane man, young, able-bodied, in full possession of his wits,

Starting point is 10:26:28 had assisted at the perpetuation of this abominable wrong, had passively forfeited his right to the flesh of his body, the blood of his being. But it couldn't be. Of course it couldn't be. The preposterousness of it proved that it wasn't true. There was a mistake somewhere. A mistake his lawyer would instantly rectify. If a hammer hadn't been drumming in his head, he could have recalled the terms of the decree, but for the moment all the details of the agonizing episode were lost in a blur of uncertainty. To escape his mother's silent anguish of interrogation, he stood up and said, I'll see Mr. Sprague. Of course it's a mistake. But as he spoke, he re-traveled the hateful months during the divorce proceedings, remembering his incomprehensible

Starting point is 10:27:14 lassitude, his acquiescence in his family's determination to ignore the whole episode, and his gradual lapse into the same state of apathy. He recalled all the old family catchwords, the full and elaborate vocabulary of evasion. Delicacy, pride, personal dignity, preferring not to know about such things. Mrs. Marvell's, all I ask is that you won't mention the subject to your grandfather. Mr. Dagenet's, Spare your mother, Ralph, whatever happens. And even Laura's terrified.

Starting point is 10:27:51 Of course, for Paul's sake there must be no scandal. For Paul's sake. And it was because, for Paul's sake, there must be no scandal, that he, Paul's father, had tamely abstained from defending his rights and contesting his wife's charges, and had thus handed the child over to her keeping. As his cab whirled up Fifth Avenue, Ralph's whole body throbbed with rage against the influences that had reduced him to such weakness. Then gradually, he saw that the weakness was innate in him.

Starting point is 10:28:26 He had been eloquent enough, in his free youth, against the conventions of his class. Yet, when the moment came to show his contempt for them, they had mysteriously mastered him, deflecting his course like some hidden hereditary failing. As he looked back, it seemed as though even his great disaster had been conventionalized and sentimentalized by this inherited attitude, that the thoughts he had thought about it were only those of generations of Dagonets, and that there had been nothing real and his own in his life, but the foolish passion he had been trying so hard to think out of existence. Halfway to the Malabran he changed his direction,

Starting point is 10:29:06 and drove to the house of the lawyer he had consulted at the time of his divorce. The lawyer had not yet come up town, and Ralph had a half-hour of bitter meditation before the sound of a latch-key brought him to his feet. The visit did not last long. His host, after an affable greeting, listened without surprise to what he had to say, and when he had ended reminded him with somewhat ironic precision that, at the time of the divorce, he had asked for neither advice nor information, had simply declared that he wanted to,

Starting point is 10:29:37 turn his back on the whole business. Ralph recognized the phrase as one of his grandfathers, and on hearing that in the case he had only to abstain from action and was in no need of legal services, had gone away without farther inquiries. You led me to infer you had your reasons, the slighted counsellor concluded, and in reply to Ralph's breathless question he subjoined,

Starting point is 10:30:02 Why, you see, the case is closed, and I don't exactly know on what ground you can reopen it, Unless, of course, you can bring evidence showing that the irregularity of the mother's life is such. She's going to marry again, Ralph threw in. Indeed. Well, that in itself can hardly be described as irregular. In fact, in certain circumstances, it might be construed as an advantage to the child. Then I'm powerless. Why, unless there's an ulterior motive, through which pressure might be brought to bear?

Starting point is 10:30:35 You mean that the first thing to do is to find out what she's up to? Precisely. Of course, if it should prove to be a genuine case of maternal feeling, I won't conceal from you that the outlook's bad. At most you could probably arrange to see your boy at stated intervals. To see his boy at stated intervals. Ralph wondered how a sane man could sit there, looking responsible and efficient and talk such rubbish.

Starting point is 10:31:02 As he got up to go, the lawyer detained him to add, Of course there's no immediate cause for alarm. It will take time to enforce the provision of the Dakota decree in New York, until it's done your son can't be taken from you, but there's sure to be a lot of nasty talk in the papers, and you're bound to lose in the end. Ralph thanked him and left. He sped northward to the Malabran,

Starting point is 10:31:28 where he learned that Mr. and Mrs. Sprague were at dinner. He sent his name down to him. the subterranean restaurant, and Mr. Sprague presently appeared between the limp portires of the Adam writing-room. He had grown older and heavier, as if illness instead of health had put more flesh on his bones, and there were grayish tints in the hollows of his face. "'What's this about Paul?' Ralph exclaimed. "'My mother's had a message we can't make out.' Mr. Sprague sat down, with the effect of immersing his spinal column in the depths of the

Starting point is 10:32:00 armchair he selected. He crossed his leg. He crossed his leg. and swung one foot to and fro in its high wrinkled boot with elastic sides. "'Didn't you get a letter?' he asked. "'From my—from Undine's lawyers?' "'Yes,' Ralph held it out. "'It's queer reading. She hasn't hitherto been very keen to have Paul with her.' "'Mr. Sprague, adjusting his glasses, read the letter slowly,

Starting point is 10:32:27 restored it to the envelope, and gave it back. "'My daughter has intimated that she wishes these gentlemen to act for her. "'I haven't received any additional instructions from her,' he said, "'with none of the curtness of tone that his stiff legal vocabulary implied. "'But the first communication I received was from you, at least from Mrs. Sprague. "'Mr. Sprague drew his beard through his hand. "'The ladies are apt to be a trifle hasty. "'I believe Mrs. Sprague had a letter,

Starting point is 10:32:59 yesterday instructing her to select a reliable escort for Paul. And I suppose she thought, Oh, this is all too preposterous! Ralph burst out, springing from his seat. You don't for a moment imagine, do you, any of you, that I'm going to deliver up my son like a bail of goods and answer to any instructions in God's world? Oh, yes, I know. I let him go. I abandoned my right to him. But I didn't know what I was doing. I was sick with grief and misery. My people were awfully broken up over the whole business, and I wanted to spare them. I wanted, above all, to spare my boy when he grew up. If I'd contested the case, you know what the result would have been.

Starting point is 10:33:41 I let it go by default. I made no conditions all I wanted was to keep Paul, and never to let him hear a word against his mother. Mr. Sprague received this passionate appeal in a silence that implied not so much disdain or indifference as the total inability to deal verbally with emotional crises. At length, he said, a slight unsteadiness in his usually calm tones. I presume at the time it was optional with you to demand Paul's custody. Oh, yes, it was optional, Ralph sneered.

Starting point is 10:34:17 Mr. Sprague looked at him compassionately. I'm sorry you didn't do it, he said. End of Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Of the Custom of the Country By Edith Wharton This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain The upshot of Ralph's visit

Starting point is 10:34:44 was that Mr. Sprague, after considerable deliberation, agreed, pending farther negotiations between the opposing lawyers, to undertake that no attempt should be made to remove Paul from his father's custody. Nevertheless, he seemed to think it quite natural that Undine, on the point of making a marriage which would put it in her power to give her child a suitable home, should assert her claim on him. It was more disconcerting to Ralph to learn that, Mrs. Sprague, for once departing from her

Starting point is 10:35:15 attitude of passive impartiality, had eagerly abetted her daughter's move. He had somehow felt that Undine's desertion of the child had established a kind of mute understanding between himself and his mother-in-law. I thought Mrs. Sprague would know there's no earthly use trying to take Paul from me, he said with a desperate awkwardness of entreaty, and Mr. Sprague startled him by replying, "'I presume his grandma thinks he'll belong to her more if we keep him in the family.' Ralph, abruptly wakened from his dream of recovered peace, found himself confronted on every side by indifference or hostility. It was as though the June fields in which his boy was playing had suddenly o'clock,

Starting point is 10:35:58 opened to engulf him. Mrs. Marvell's fears and tremors were almost harder to bear than the Sprague's antagonism, and for the next few days Ralph wandered about miserably, dreading some fresh communication from Undine's lawyers, yet racked by the strain of hearing nothing more from them. Mr. Sprague had agreed to cable his daughter, asking her to await a letter before enforcing her demands, but on the fourth day after Ralph's visit to the Malabran, a telephone message summoned him to his father-in-law's office. Half an hour later their talk was over, and he stood once more on the landing outside Mr. Sprague's door. Undine's answer had come, and Paul's fate was sealed. His mother refused to give him up, refused to await the arrival

Starting point is 10:36:42 of her lawyer's letter, and reiterated, in more peremptory language, her demand that the child should be sent immediately to Paris in Mrs. Heaney's care. Mr. Sprague, in the face of Ralph's entreaty, remained pacific but remote. It was evident that, though he had no wish to quarrel with Ralph, he saw no reason for resisting undine. I guess she's got the law on her side, he said. And in response to Ralph's passionate remonstrances, he added fatalistically, I presume you'll have to leave the matter to my daughter.

Starting point is 10:37:16 Ralph had gone to the office resolved to control his temper and keep on the watch for any shred of information he might glean, but it soon became clear that Mr. Sprague knew as little as himself of Undine's projects, or of the stage her plans had reached. All she had apparently vouchsafed her parent was the statement that she intended to remarry, and the command to send Paul over. And Ralph reflected that his own betrothal to her had probably been announced to Mr. Sprague in the same curt fashion. The thought brought back an overwhelming sense of the past.

Starting point is 10:37:49 One by one the details of that incredible moment revived. and he felt in his veins the glow of rapture with which he had first approached the dingy threshold he was now leaving. There came back to him with peculiar vividness the memory of his rushing up to Mr. Sprague's office to consult him about a necklace for Undine. Ralph recalled the incident, because his eager appeal for advice had been received by Mr. Sprague with the very phrase he had just used. I presume you'll have to leave the matter to my daughter. Ralph saw him slouching in his chair, swung sidewere,

Starting point is 10:38:22 from the untidy desk, his legs stretched out, his hands in his pockets, his jaws engaged on the phantom toothpick, and in a corner of the office the figure of a middle-sized red-faced young man who seemed to have been interrupted in the act of saying something disagreeable. "'Why, it must have been then that I first saw Moffat,' Ralph reflected, and the thought suggested the memory of other subsequent meetings in the same building, and of frequent ascent to Moffat's office during the ardent weeks of their mysterious and remunerative deal. Ralph wondered if Moffitt's office were still in the Ararat, and on the way out he paused before the black tablet affixed to the wall of the vestibule, and sought and found the name in its

Starting point is 10:39:05 familiar place. The next moment he was again absorbed in his own cares. Now that he had learned the imminence of Paul's danger and the futility of pleading for a delay, a thousand fantastic projects were contending in his head. To get the boy away, that seemed the first. thing to do, to put him out of reach, and then invoke the law, get the case reopened, and carry the fight from court to court till his rights should be recognized. It would cost a lot of money. Well, the money would have to be found. The first step was to secure the boy's temporary safety. After that, the questions of ways and means would have to be considered. Had there ever been a time, Ralph wondered, when that question hadn't been at the root of all the others.

Starting point is 10:39:51 He had promised to let Claire Van Degen know the results of his visit, and half an hour later he was in her drawing-room. It was the first time he had entered it since his divorce, but Van Degan was Tarpin fishing in California. And besides, he had to see Claire. His one relief was in talking to her, in feverishly turning over with her every possibility of delay and obstruction, and he marveled at the intelligence and energy she brought to the discussion of these questions. It was as if she had never before felt strongly enough about anything to put her heart or her brains into it, but now everything in her was at work for him. She listened intently to what he told her.

Starting point is 10:40:30 Then she said, You tell me it will cost a great deal, but why take it to the courts at all? Why not give the money to Undine instead of to your lawyers? Ralph looked at her in surprise, and she continued, Why do you suppose she suddenly made up her mind she must have Paul? That's comprehensible enough to anyone who knows her. She wants him because he'll give her the appearance of respectability. Having him with her will prove, as no mere assertions can,

Starting point is 10:40:58 that all the rights are on her side and the wrongs on mine. Claire considered. Yes, that's the obvious answer. But shall I tell you what I think, my dear? You and I are both completely out of date. I don't believe Undine cares a straw for the appearance of respectability. What she wants is the money for her annulment." Ralph uttered an incredulous exclamation.

Starting point is 10:41:24 "'But don't you see?' she hurried on. "'It's her only hope, her last chance. She's much too clever to burden herself with the child merely to annoy you. What she wants is to make you buy him back from her.' She stood up and came to him with outstretched hands. "'Perhaps I can be of use to you at last.' "'You.' He summoned up a haggard smile, as if you weren't always, letting me load you with all my bothers.

Starting point is 10:41:54 Oh, if I've only hit on the way out of this one, then there wouldn't be any others left. Her eyes followed him intently as he turned away to the window and stood staring down at the sultry prospect of Fifth Avenue. As he turned over her conjecture, its probability became more and more apparent. It put into logical relation all the incoherencies of Undine's recent conduct, completed and defined her anew, as if a sharp line had been drawn about her fading image. "'If it's that, I shall soon know,' he said, turning back into the room. His course had instantly become plain. He had only to resist, and Undine would have to show her hand. Simultaneously with this thought there sprang up in his mind the remembrance of the

Starting point is 10:42:39 autumn afternoon in Paris when he had come home and found her among her half-packed finery, desperately bewailing her coming motherhood. Claire's touch was on his arm. If I'm right, you will let me help. He laid his hand on hers without speaking, and she went on. It will take a lot of money. All these lawsuits do. Besides, she'd be ashamed to sell him cheap. You must be ready to give her anything she wants.

Starting point is 10:43:07 And I've got a lot saved up, money of my own, I mean. Your own? As he looked at her, the rare blush rose under her brown skin. My very own. Why shouldn't you believe me? I've been hoarding up my scrap of an income for years, thinking that someday I'd find I couldn't stand to this any longer. Her gesture embraced their sumptuous setting.

Starting point is 10:43:32 But now I know I shall never budge. There are the children. And besides things are easier for me since... She paused, embarrassed. Yes, yes, I know. He felt like completing her phrase, since my wife has furnished you with the means of putting pressure on your husband. But he simply repeated,

Starting point is 10:43:54 I know. And you will let me help? Oh, we must get at the facts first. He caught her hands in his with sudden energy. As you say, when Paul's safe, there won't be another bother left. End of Chapter 33. Chapter 34 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 10:44:27 The means of raising the requisite amount of money became, during the next few weeks, the anxious theme of all Ralph's thoughts. His lawyer's enquiries soon brought the confirmation of Claire's surmise, and it became clear that, for reasons swathed in all the ingenuities of legal verbiage, Undine might, in return for a substantial consideration, be prevailed on to admit that it was for her son's advantage to remain with his father. The day this admission was communicated to Ralph, his first impulse was to carry the news to his cousin. His mood was one of pure exaltation. He seemed to be hugging his boy to him as he walked. Paul and he were to belong to each other forever. No mysterious threat of separation could ever menace them again.

Starting point is 10:45:12 He had the blissful sense of relief that the child himself might have had on waking out of a frightened dream, and finding the jolly daylight in his room. Claire at once renewed her entreaty to be allowed to aid in ransoming her little cousin, but Ralph tried to put her off by explaining that he meant to, look about. Look where? In the dagonet coffers? Oh, Ralph, what's the use of pretending? Tell me what you've got to give her.

Starting point is 10:45:40 It was amazing how his cousin suddenly domicions. him. But as yet he couldn't go into the details of the bargain. That the reckoning between himself and Dundeen should be settled in dollars and cents seemed the last, bitterest satire on his dreams. He felt himself miserably diminished by the smallness of what had filled his world. Nevertheless, the looking about had to be done, and a day came when he found himself once more at the door of Elmer Moffat's office. His thoughts had been drawn back to Moffat by the insistence with which the latter's name had lately been put forward by the press, in connection with a revival of the Ararat investigation.

Starting point is 10:46:18 Moffat, it appeared, had been regarded as one of the most valuable witnesses for the state. His return from Europe had been anxiously awaited, his unreadiness to testify, caustically criticized. Then at last he had arrived, had gone on to Washington, and had apparently had nothing to tell. Ralph was too deep in his own troubles to waste any wonder over this anti-climax, but the frequent appearance of Moffat's name in the morning papers acted as an unconscious suggestion. Besides, to whom else could he look for help? The sum his wife demanded could be acquired only by a quick turn, and the fact that Ralph had once rendered the same kind of service to Moffat

Starting point is 10:46:55 made it natural to appeal to him now. The market, moreover, happened to be booming, and it seemed not unlikely that so experienced a speculator might have a good thing up his sleeve. Moffat's office had been transformed since Ralph's last visit. Paint, varnish, and brass railings gave an air of opulence to the outer precincts, and the inner room with its mahogany bookcases containing Morocco-bound sets and its wide blue-leather armchairs lacked only a palm or two to resemble the lounge of a fashionable hotel. Moffett himself, as he came forward, gave Ralph the impression of having been done over by the same hand. He was smoother, broader, more supremely tailored. and his whole person exiled the faintest whiff of an expensive scent.

Starting point is 10:47:41 He installed his visitor in one of the blue armchairs, and sitting opposite, an elbow on his impressive Washington desk, listened attentively while Ralph made his request. "'You want to be put on to something good in a damned hurry!' Moffat twisted his mustache between two plump square-tipped fingers with a little black growth on their lower joints. "'I don't suppose,' he remarked. "'There's a sane man between here and here.

Starting point is 10:48:06 and San Francisco, who isn't consumed by that yearning. Having permitted himself this pleasantry, he passed on to business. Yes, it's a first-rate time to buy, no doubt of that. But you say you want to make a quick turnover. Heard of a soft thing that won't wait, I presume. That's apt to be the way with soft things, all kinds of them. There's always other fellows after them. Moffitt's smile was playful.

Starting point is 10:48:32 Well, I'd go considerably out of my way to do you a good turn, because you did me one when I needed it mighty bad. In youth you sheltered me. Yes, sir, that's the kind I am. He stood up, sauntered to the other side of the room, and took a small object from the top of the bookcase. Fond of these pink crystals? He held the oriental toy against the light.

Starting point is 10:48:53 Oh, I ain't a judge. But now and then I like to pick up a pretty thing. Ralph noticed that his eyes caressed it. Well, now, let's talk. You say you've got to have the fun. for your—your investment within three weeks. That's quick work. And you want a hundred thousand. Can you put up fifty?' Ralph had been prepared for the question, but when it came he felt a moment's tremor. He knew he could count on half the amount from his grandfather, could possibly

Starting point is 10:49:23 ask Fairford for a small additional loan. But what of the rest? Well, there was Claire. He had always known there would be no other way. And after all, the money was Clare. it was dagonet money. At least she said it was. All the misery of his predicament was distilled into the short silence that preceded his answer. Yes, I think so. Well, I guess I can double it for you. Moffatt spoke with an air of Olympian modesty. Anyhow, I'll try. Only don't tell the other girls. He proceeded to develop his plan to ears which Ralph tried to make alert and attentive, but in which perpetually, through the intricate concert of facts and figures, there broke the shout of a small boy racing across a suburban lawn.

Starting point is 10:50:12 When I pick him up tonight, he'll be mine for good, Ralph thought, as Moffett summed up, there's the whole scheme in a nutshell, but you'd better think it over. I don't want to let you in for anything you ain't quite sure about. Oh, if you're sure. Ralph was already calculating the time it would take to dash up to Claire Van Degans on his way to catch the train for the Fairfords. His impatience made it hard to pay due regard to Moffat's parting civilities. Glad to have seen you.

Starting point is 10:50:40 He heard the latter assuring him with a final hand-grasp. We should dine with me some evening at my club. And as Ralph murmured a vague acceptance. How's that boy of yours, by the way? Moffat continued. He was a studding chap last time I saw him. Excuse me if I've put my foot in it, but I understood you kept him with you? Yes, that's what I thought.

Starting point is 10:51:00 Well, so long. Claire's inner sitting-room was empty, but the servant, presently returning, let Ralph into the gilded and tapestried wilderness where she occasionally chose to receive her visitors. There, under Popple's effigy of herself, she sat, small and alone, on a monumental sofa behind a tea-table laden with gold plate.

Starting point is 10:51:23 While from his lofty frame on the opposite wall, Van Degen, portrayed by a powerful artist, cast on her the satisfying, eye of proprietorship. Ralph swept forward on the blast of his excitement, felt as in a dream the frivolous perversity of her receiving him in such a setting instead of their usual quiet corner. But there was no room in his mind for anything but the cry that broke from him. I believe I've done it. He sat down and explained to her by what means, trying as best he could to restate the particulars of Moffat's deal, and her manifest ignorance of business methods had the

Starting point is 10:51:58 effect of making his vagueness appear less vague. Anyhow, he seems to be sure it's a safe thing. I understand he's in with Rolliver now, and Rolliver practically controls Apex. This is some kind of scheme to buy up all the works of public utility at Apex. They're practically sure of their charter, and Moffat tells me I can count on doubling my investment within a few weeks. Of course I'll go into the details if you like. Oh, no, you've made it all so clear to me.

Starting point is 10:52:25 She really made him feel he had. And besides, what on earth does it matter? The great thing is that it's done. She lifted her sparkling eyes. And now, my share, you haven't told me. He explained that Mr. Dagonet, to whom he had already named the amount demanded, that it once promised him twenty-five thousand dollars to be eventually deducted from the share of the estate. His mother had something put by that she insisted on contributing,

Starting point is 10:52:53 and Henley Fairford, of his own account, had come forward with ten thousand. It was awfully decent of Henley. Even Henley, Claire sighed. Then I'm the only one left out? Ralph felt the color in his face. Well, you see, I shall need as much as fifty. Her hands flew together joyfully. But then you've got to let me help,

Starting point is 10:53:17 though I'm so glad, so glad, I've got twenty thousand waiting. He looked about the room, checked anew by all its oppressive implications. You're a darling, but I couldn't take it. I've told you it's mine, every penny of it. Yes, but supposing things went wrong. Nothing can, if you'll only take it. I may lose it.

Starting point is 10:53:42 I shan't, if I've given it to you. Her look followed his about the room, and then came back to him. Can't you imagine all it will make up for? The rapture of the cry caught him up with it. "'Ah, yes, he could imagine it all.' He stooped his head above her hands. "'I accept,' he said, "'and they stood and looked at each other like radiant children.

Starting point is 10:54:08 She followed him to the door, and as he turned to leave, he broke into a laugh. "'It's queer, though. It's happening in this room.' She was close beside him, her hand on the heavy tapestry curtaining the door, and her glance shot past him to her husband's portrait. Ralph caught the look, and a flood of old tendernesses and hates welled up in him. He drew her under the portrait, and kissed her vehemently. End of Chapter 34 Chapter 35 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 10:54:50 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Within 48 hours, Ralph's money was in Moffat's hands, and the interval of suspense had begun. The transaction over, he felt the deceptive buoyancy that follows on periods of painful indecision. It seemed to him that now at last life had freed him from all trammeling delusions, leaving him only the best thing in its gift, his boy. The things he meant Paul to do and to be filled his fancy with happy pictures. The child was growing more and more interesting, throwing out countless tendrils of feeling and perception

Starting point is 10:55:31 that delighted Ralph, but preoccupied the watchful Laura. He's going to be exactly like you, Ralph. She paused, and then risked it. For his own sake, I wish there were just a drop or two of Sprag in him. Ralph laughed, understanding her. Oh, the plodding citizen I've become will keep him from taking after the lyric idiot who begot him. Paul and I, between us, are going to turn out some sort out some sort of, first-rate. His book, too, was spreading and throwing out tendrils, and he worked at it

Starting point is 10:56:08 in the white heat of energy, which his factitious exhilaration produced. For a few weeks, everything he did and said seemed as easy and unconditioned as the actions in a dream. Claire Van Deegan, in the light of this mood, became again the comrade of his boyhood. He did not see her often, for she had gone down to the country with her children. But they communicated daily by letter or telephone, and now and then she came over to the Fairfords for a night. There they renewed the long rambles of their youth, and once more the summer fields and woods seemed full of magic presences.

Starting point is 10:56:47 Claire was no more intelligent. She followed him no further in his flights, but some of the qualities that had become most precious to him were as native to her as its perfume to a flower. So, through the long June afternoons, they ranged together over many themes. And if her answers sometimes missed the mark, it did not matter, because her silences never did. Meanwhile, Ralph, from various sources, continued to pick up a good deal of more or less contradictory information about Elmer Moffat. It seemed to be generally understood that Moffat had

Starting point is 10:57:22 come back from Europe with the intention of testifying in the Arabat investigation, and that his former patron, the great Harmon B. Driscoll, had managed to silence him. And it was implied that the price of this silence, which was set at a considerable figure, had been turned to account in a series of speculations, likely to lift Moffat to permanent eminence among the rulers of Wall Street. The stories as to his latest achievement, and the theories as to the man himself varied with the visual angle of each reporter. And whenever any attempt was made to focus his hard, sharp personality, some guardian divinity seemed to throw a veil of mystery over him. His detractors, however, were the first to own that there was something about him. It was felt that he had

Starting point is 10:58:05 passed beyond the meteoric stage, and the business world was unanimous in recognizing that he had come to stay. A dawning sense of his stability was even beginning to make itself felt in Fifth Avenue. It was said that he had bought a house in 72nd Street, then that he meant to build near the park. One or two people, always taken by a friend, had been to his flat in the Pactylos, to see his Chinese porcelains and Persian rugs. Now and then he had a few important men to dine at a Fifth Avenue restaurant. His name began to appear in philanthropic reports, and on municipal committees. There were even rumors of its having been put up at a well-known club, and the record of a wealthy parish, who was raising funds for a chantry, was known to have met him at dinner,

Starting point is 10:58:54 and to have stated afterward that, the man was not wholly a materialist. All these converging proofs of Moffat's solidity strengthened Ralph's faith in his venture. He remembered with what astuteness and authority Moffat had conducted their real estate transaction, how far off and unreal it all seemed, and awaited events with the passive faith of a sufferer in the hands of a skillful surgeon. The days moved on toward the end of June, and each morning Ralph opened his newspaper

Starting point is 10:59:23 with a keener thrill of expectation. Any day now he might read of the granting of the Apex Charter. Moffat had assured him it would go through before the close of the month. But the announcement did not appear, and after what seemed to Ralph a decent lapse of time,

Starting point is 10:59:39 he telephoned to ask for news. Moffat was away, and when he came back a few days later, he answered Ralph's inquiries evasively, with an edge of irritation in his voice. The same day Ralph received a letter from his lawyer, who had been reminded by Mrs. Marvell's representatives, that the latest date agreed on for the execution of the financial agreement was the end of the following week. Ralph, alarmed, but took himself at once to the Ararat, and his first glimpse of Moffat's

Starting point is 11:00:08 round, common face and fastidiously dressed person, gave him an immediate sense of reassurance. He felt that under the circle of baldness on top of that carefully brushed head lay the solution of every monetary problem that could beset the soul of man. Malfat's voice had recovered its usual cordial note, and the warmth of his welcome dispelled Ralph's last apprehension. Why, yes, everything's going along first-rate. They thought they'd hung us up last week, but they haven't. There may be another week's delay, but we ought to be opening a bottle of wine on it by the fourth.

Starting point is 11:00:41 An office boy came in with a name on a slip of paper, and Moffat looked at his watch and held out a hearty hand. Glad you came. Of course I'll keep you posted. No, this way. Look in again. And he steered Ralph out by another door. July came and passed into its second week. Ralph's lawyer had obtained a postponement from the other side, but Undine's representatives had given him to understand that the transaction must be closed before the first of August. Ralph telephoned once or twice to Moffett, receiving genially worded assurances that everything was going their way, but he felt a certain embarrassment in returning again to the office, and let himself drift through the days in a state of hungry apprehension. Finally one afternoon Henley Fairford, coming back from town, which Ralph had left in the morning to join his boy over Sunday, brought word that the Apex consolidation scheme had failed to get its charter.

Starting point is 11:01:37 It was useless to attempt to reach Moffat on Sunday, and Ralph wore on as he could through the succeeding 24 hours. Claire Van Deegan had come down to stay with her youngest boy, and in the afternoon she and Ralph took the two children for a sail. A light breeze brightened the waters of the sound, and they ran down the shore before it, and then tacked out toward the sunset, coming back at last under a failing breeze, as the summer sky passed from blue to a translucent green, and then into the accumulating grays of twilight. As they left the landing and walked up behind the children across the darkening lawn, a sense of security descended again on Ralph. He could not believe that such a scene and such a mood could be the disguise of any impending evil, and all

Starting point is 11:02:23 his doubts and anxieties fell away from him. The next morning he and Claire traveled up to town together, and at the station he put her in the motor which was to take her to Long Island, and hastened down to Moffat's office. When he arrived, he was told that Moffat was engaged, and he had to wait for nearly half an hour in the outer office, where, to the steady click of the typewriter and the spasmodic buzzing of the telephone, his thoughts again began their restless circlings. Finally the inner door opened, and he found himself in the sanctuary. Moffat was seated behind his desk, examining another little crystal vase, somewhat like the one he had shown Ralph a few weeks earlier. As his visitor entered,

Starting point is 11:03:03 he held it up against the light, revealing on its dewy sides an incised design as frail as the shadow of grass-blades on water. "'Ain't she a peach?' He put the toy down and reached across the desk to shake hands. "'Well, well,' he went on, leaning back in his chair and pushing out his lower lip in a half-comic pout. "'They've got us in the neck this time, and no mistake. "'Seeing this morning's radiator? I don't know how the thing leaked out. but the reformers somehow got a smell of the scheme, and whenever they get swishing round, something's bound, gets spilt.

Starting point is 11:03:39 He talked gaily, genially, in his roundest tones and with his easiest gestures. Never had he conveyed a completer sense of unhurried power. But Ralph noticed for the first time the crow's feet about his eyes and the sharpness of the contrast between the white of his forehead and the redness of the fold of neck above his collar. Do you mean to say it's not going through? Not this time, anyhow. We're high and dry.

Starting point is 11:04:07 Something seemed to snap in Ralph's head, and he sat down in the nearest chair. Has the common stock dropped a lot? Well, you've got to lean over to see it. Moffat pressed his fingertips together, and added thoughtfully, But it's there, all right. We're bound to get our charter in the end. What do you call it? the end. Oh, before the day of judgment, sure. Next year, I guess. Next year? Ralph flushed.

Starting point is 11:04:38 What earthly good will that do me? I don't say it's as pleasant as driving your best girl home by moonlight, but that's how it is. And the stuff's safe enough anyway. I've told you that right along. But you've told me all along I could count on a rise before August. You knew I had to have the money now. I knew you wanted to have the money now, and so did I, and several of my friends. I put you onto it because it was the only thing in sight likely to give you the return you wanted. You ought at least to have warned me of the risk. Risk. I don't call it much of a risk to lie back in your chair and wait another few months for $50,000 to drop into your lap. I tell you things as safe as a bank.

Starting point is 11:05:20 How do I know it is? You've misled me about it from the first. Moffett's face grew dark red to the forehead. For the first time in their acquaintance, Ralph saw him on the verge of anger. Well, if you get stuck, so do I. I'm in it a good deal deeper than you. That's about the best guarantee I can give, unless you won't take my word for that either. To control himself, Moffett spoke with extreme deliberation, separating his syllables like a machine, cutting something into even lengths.

Starting point is 11:05:52 Ralph listened through a cloud of confusion, but he saw the madness of offending Moffat and tried to take a more conciliatory tone. Of course I take your word for it, but I can't. I simply can't afford to lose. You ain't going to lose. I don't believe you'll even have to put up any margin. It's there safe enough, I tell you. Yes, yes, I understand. I'm sure you wouldn't have advised me. Ralph's tongue seemed swollen, and he had difficulty in bringing out the words. Only, you see, I can't wait. It's not possible, and I want to know if there isn't a way. Moffat looked at him with a sort of resigned compassion,

Starting point is 11:06:37 as a doctor looks at a despairing mother who will not understand what he has tried to imply without uttering the word she dreads. Ralph understood the look, but hurried on. You'll think I'm meant. mad, or an ass to talk like this. But the fact is, I must have the money. He waited, and drew a hard breath. I must have it. That's all. Perhaps I'd better tell you. Moffat, who had risen, as if assuming that the interview was over, sat down again and turned an attentive look on him. Go ahead, he said, more humanly than he had hitherto spoken.

Starting point is 11:07:16 My boy, you spoke of him the other day. I'm awfully fond of him. Ralph broke off, deterred by the impossibility of confiding his feeling for Paul to this coarse-grained man with whom he hadn't a sentiment in common. Moffat was still looking at him. I should say you would be. He's as smart a little chap as I ever saw. And I guess he's the kind that gets better every day.

Starting point is 11:07:42 Ralph had collected himself and went on with sudden resolution. Well, you see, when my wife and I separated, I never dreamed she'd want the boy. The question never came up. If it had, of course. But she'd left him with me when she went away two years before. And at the time of the divorce, I was a fool. I didn't take the proper steps. You mean she's got sole custody?

Starting point is 11:08:06 Ralph made a sign of assent, and Moffat pondered. That's bad. Bad. And now I understand she's going to marry again. and, of course, I can't give up my son. She wants you to, eh? Ralph again assented. Moffat swung his chair about and leaned back in it,

Starting point is 11:08:26 stretching out his plump legs and contemplating the tips of his varnished boots. He hummed a low tune behind inscrutable lips. That's what you want the money for, he finally raised his head to ask. The word came out of the depths of Ralph's anguish. Yes. And why you want it in such a hurry? I see. Moffat reverted to the study of his boots. It's a lot of money. Yes, that's the difficulty. And I, she...

Starting point is 11:09:00 Ralph's tongue was again too thick for his mouth. I'm afraid she won't wait, or take less. Moffat abandoning the boots was scrutinizing him through half-shut lids. No, he said slowly. I don't believe Undine Sprague will take a single scent less. Ralph felt himself whiten. Was it insolence or ignorant that had prompted Moffat's speech? Nothing in his voice or face showed the sense of any shades of expression or feeling.

Starting point is 11:09:33 He seemed to apply to everything the measure of the same crude flippancy. But such considerations could not curb Ralph now. He said to himself, Keep your temper. Keep your temper. And his anger suddenly boiled over. Look here, Moffat, he said, getting to his feet. The fact that I've been divorced from Mrs. Marvell doesn't authorize anyone to take that tone to me and speaking of her. Moffat met the challenge with a calm stare, under which there were dawning signs of surprise and interest.

Starting point is 11:10:07 That's so. Well, if that's the case, I presume I ought to feel the same way. I've been divorced from her myself. For an instant the words conveyed no meaning to Ralph. Then they surged up into his braid and flung him forward with half-raised arm. But he felt the grotesqueness of the jester, and his arm dropped back to his side. A series of unimportant and irrelevant things raced through his mind. Then obscurity settled down on it. This man, this man, was the one fiery point in his darkened consciousness.

Starting point is 11:10:42 What on earth are you talking about? He brought out. Why, facts, said Moffat, in a cool, half-humorous voice. You didn't know. I understood from Mrs. Marvell your folks had a prejudice against divorce, so I suppose she kept quiet about that early episode. The truth is, he continued amicably. I wouldn't have alluded to it now.

Starting point is 11:11:07 You hadn't taken a rather high tone with me about our little venture. But now it's out. I guess he may as well hear the whole story. It's mighty wholesome for a man to have a round now and then with a few facts. Shall I go on? Ralph had stood listening without a sign, but as Moffat ended he made a slight motion of acquiescence. He did not otherwise change his attitude,

Starting point is 11:11:29 except to grasp with one hand the back of the chair that Moffat pushed toward him. Rather stand? Moffett himself dropped back into his seat and took the pose of easy narrative. Well, it was this way. Undine Sprague and I were made one at opaque Nebraska, just nine years ago last month. My, she was a beauty then. Nothing much had happened to her before but being engaged for a year or two to a soft called Millard Binch, the same she passed on to Indiana Rolliver.

Starting point is 11:12:00 And, well, I guess she liked the change. We didn't have what you'd call a society wedding. No best man or bridesmaids or voice that bring. breathed or Eden. Fact is, Pa and Ma didn't know about it till it was over. But it was a marriage fast enough, as they found out when they tried to undo it. Trouble was they caught on too soon. We only had a fortnight. Then they hauled Undine back to Apex and, well, I hadn't the cash or the pull to fight him.

Starting point is 11:12:29 Uncle Abner was a pretty big man out there then, and he had James J. Roliver behind him. I always know when I'm licked, and I was licked that time. So we unlooped the loop, and they fixed it up for me to make a trip to Alaska. Let me see. That was the year before they moved over to New York. Next time I saw Andine, I sat alongside of her at the theater that day your engagement was announced. He still kept his half-humorous minor key, as though he were in the first stages of an after-dinner speech. But as he went on, his bodily presence, which hitherto had seemed to Ralph, the mere average garment of vulgarity, began to loom, Huge and portentous, as some monster released from a magician's bottle.

Starting point is 11:13:13 His redness, his glossiness, his baldness, and the carefully brushed ring of hair encircling it, the square line of his shoulders, the too careful fit of his clothes, the prominent luster of his scarf-pin, the growth of short black hair on his manicured hands, even the tiny cracks and crow's feet beginning to show in the hard close surface of his complexion, all these solid witnesses to his reality and his proximity pressed on Ralph with the mounting pang of physical nausea. This man, this man, he couldn't get beyond the thought. Whichever way he turned his haggard thought, there was Moffat bodily blocking the perspective. Ralph's eyes roamed toward the crystal toy that stood on the desk beside Moffat's hand.

Starting point is 11:14:00 Fah! That such a hand should have touched it. Suddenly he heard himself speaking. Before my marriage, did you know they hadn't told me? Why, I understood as much. Ralph pushed on. You knew it the day that I met you in Mr. Sprague's office. Moffat considered a moment, as if the incident had escaped him. Did we meet there?

Starting point is 11:14:26 He seemed benevolently ready for enlightenment, but Ralph had been assailed by another memory. He recalled that Moffat had dined one. night in his house, that he and the man who now faced him had sat at the same table, their wife between them. He was seized with another dumb gust of fury, but it died out and left him face to face with the uselessness, the irrelevance of all the old attitudes of appropriation and defiance. He seemed to be stumbling about in his inherited prejudices like a modern man in medieval armor. Moffat still sat at his desk, unmoved and apparently uncomprehending. He doesn't even know what I'm feeling, flashed through Ralph, and the whole archaic structure of his

Starting point is 11:15:09 rights and sanctions tumbled down about him. Through the noise of the crash, he heard Moffat's voice going on without perceptible change of tone. About that other matter now, you can't feel any meaner about it than I do, I can tell you that, but all we've got to do is to sit tight. Ralph turned from the voice and found himself outside on the landing and then in the street below. End of Chapter 35. Chapter 36 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librovoc's recording is in the public domain. He stood at the corner of Wall Street, looking up and down its hot summer perspective. He noticed the swirls of dust in the cracks of the pavement, the rubbish and the gutters, the ceaseless stream of perspiring faces that poured by under tilted hats. He found himself next slipping northward between the glazed walls of the subway,

Starting point is 11:16:13 another languid crowd in the seats about him, and the nasal yelp of the stations ringing through the car like some repeated ritual wail. The blindness within him seemed to have intensified his physical perceptions, his sensitiveness to the heat, the noise, the smells, of the disheveled midsummer city. But combined with the acuter perception of these offenses was a complete indifference to them, as though he were some vivisected animal deprived of the power of discrimination.

Starting point is 11:16:43 Now he had turned into waverly place and was walking westward toward Washington Square. At the corner he pulled himself up, saying half aloud, The office. I ought to be at the office. He drew out his watch and stared at it blankly. What the devil had he taken it out for? He had to go through a laborious process of readjustment to find out what it had to say. Twelve o'clock.

Starting point is 11:17:10 Should he turn back to the office? It seemed easier to cross the square, go up the steps of the old house, and slip his key into the door. The house was empty. His mother a few days previously had departed with Mr. Dagenet for their usual two months on the main coast, where Ralph was to join them with his boy. The blinds were all drawn down, and the freshness and silence of the marble-paved hall laid soothing hands on him. He said to himself, I'll jump into a cab presently, and go in lunch at the club.

Starting point is 11:17:44 He laid down his hat and stick and climbed the carpetless stairs to his room. When he entered it, he had the shock of feeling himself in a strange place. It did not seem like anything he had ever seen before. Then, one by one, all the old stale. usual things in it confronted him, and he longed with a sick intensity to be in a place that was really strange. How on earth can I go on living here? He wondered.

Starting point is 11:18:13 A careless servant had left the outer shutters open, and the sun was beating on the window panes. Ralph pushed open the windows, shut the shutters, and wandered toward his armchair. Beads of perspiration stood on his forehead. The temperature of the room reminded him of the heat. under the islexes of the Sienese villa, where he and Dundeene had sat through a long July afternoon. He saw her before him, leaning against the tree trunk in her white dress, limpid and inscrutable. We were made one at opaque Nebraska. Had she been thinking of it that afternoon at Sienna, he wondered.

Starting point is 11:18:52 Did she ever think of it at all? It was she who had asked Moffett to dine. She had said, father brought him home one day at apex. I don't remember ever having seen him since. And the man she spoke of had had her in his arms. And perhaps it really was all she remembered. She had lied to him, lied to him from the first. There hadn't been a moment when she hadn't lied to him, deliberately, ingeniously, and inventively. As he thought of it, there came to him for the first time in months that overwhelming sense of her physical nearness which had once so haunted and tortured him.

Starting point is 11:19:31 Her freshness, her fragrance, the luminous haze of her youth filled the room with a mocking glory, and he dropped his head on his hands to shut it out. The vision was swept away by another wave of hurrying thoughts. He felt it was intensely important that he should keep the thread of every one of them, that they all represented things to be said or done or guarded against, and his mind with the unwondering versatility and tireless haste of the dreamer's brain seemed to be pursuing them all simultaneously. Then they became as unreal and meaningless as the red specks dancing behind the lids,

Starting point is 11:20:07 against which he had pressed his fists clenched, and he had the feeling that if he opened his eyes they would vanish, and the familiar daylight look in on him. A knock disturbed him. The old parlor maid, who was always left in charge of the house, had come up to ask if he wasn't well and if there was anything she could do for him. He told her no. He was perfectly well. Or rather, no, he wasn't. He supposed it must be the heat, and he began to scold her for having forgotten to close the shutters. It wasn't her fault,

Starting point is 11:20:38 it appeared, but Elizas. Her tone implied that he knew what one had to expect of Eliza, and wouldn't he go down to the nice, cool, shady dining room and let her make him an ice drink and a few sandwiches? I've always told Mrs. Marvell I couldn't turn my back for a second, but when Eliza'd find a way to make trouble, the old woman continued, evidently glad of the chance to air a perennial grievance. It's not only the things she forgets to do, she added significantly, and it dawned on Ralph that she was making an appeal to him, expecting him to take sides with her in the chronic conflict between herself and Eliza. He said to himself that perhaps she was right, that perhaps there was something he ought to do, that his mother was old and didn't always see things. And for a while his mind revolved this problem with feverish intensity. Then you'll come down, sir? Yes.

Starting point is 11:21:31 The door closed, and he heard her heavy heels along the passage. But the money. Where's the money to come from? The question sprang out from some denser fold of the fog in his brain. The money. How on earth was he to pay it back? How could he have wasted his time? time and thinking of anything else while that central difficulty existed.

Starting point is 11:21:53 But I can't. I can't. It's gone. And even if it weren't. He dropped back in his chair and took his head between his hands. He had forgotten what he wanted the money for. He made a great effort to regain hold of the idea, but all the whirring, shuttling, flying had abruptly ceased in his brain, and he sat with his eyes shut, staring straight into darkness. The clock struck. and he remembered that he had said he would go down to the dining-room. If I don't, she'll come up. He raised his head and sat listening for the sound of the old woman's step. It seemed to him perfectly intolerable that anyone should cross the threshold of the room again.

Starting point is 11:22:36 Why can't they leave me alone? he groaned. At length, through the silence of the empty house, he fancied he heard a door opening and closing far below, and he said to himself, She's coming. He got to his feet and went to the door. He didn't feel anything now except the insane dread of hearing the woman's steps come nearer. He bolted the door and stood looking about the room. For a moment he was conscious of seeing it in every detail with a distinctness he had never before known.

Starting point is 11:23:07 Then everything in it vanished but the single narrow panel of a drawer under one of the bookcases. He went up to the drawer, knelt down, and slipped his hand into it. As he raised himself, he listened again, and this time he distinctly heard the old servant's steps on the stairs. He passed his left hand over the side of his head, and down the curve of the skull behind the ear. He said to himself, My wife, this will make it all right for her. And a last flash of irony twitched through him. Then he felt again, more deliberately for the spot he wanted,

Starting point is 11:23:46 and put the muzzle of his revolver again. against it. End of Chapter 36. Chapter 37 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. In a drawing room hung with portraits of high-nosed personages and perukes and orders, a circle of ladies and gentlemen, looking not unlike everyday versions of the official figures above their heads, sat examining with friendly interest, a little boy in mourning.

Starting point is 11:24:23 The boy was slim, fair, and shy, and his small black figure, islanded in the middle of the wide, lustrous floor, looked curiously lonely and remote. This effect of remoteness seemed to strike his mother as something intentional and almost naughty, for after having launched him from the door and waited to judge of the impression he produced, she came forward, and giving him a slight push, said impatiently, Paul, why don't you go and kiss your new granny? The boy, without turning to her or moving, sent his blue glance gravely about the circle. Does she want me to? he asked, in a tone of evident apprehension, and on his mother's answering,

Starting point is 11:25:09 Of course you silly, he added earnestly. How many more do you think they'll be? Undine blushed to the ripples of her brilliant hair. I never knew such a child. they've turned him into a perfect little savage. Raymond de Shell advanced from behind his mother's chair. He won't be a savage long with me, he said, stooping down so that his fatigued, finely drawn face was close to Pals.

Starting point is 11:25:36 Their eyes met, and the boy smiled. Come along, old chap, Shell continued in English, drawing the little boy after him. He le bien beau, the Marquis de Chelle observed, her eyes turning from Paul's grave face to her daughter-in-law's vivid countenance. Do be nice, darling. Say, Bonjour, madame, Undine urged. An odd mingling of emotions stirred in her while she stood watching Paul make the round of the family group under her husband's guidance. It was lovely to have the child back, and to find him, after their three years' separation,

Starting point is 11:26:14 grown into so endearing a figure. Her first glimpse of him when, in Mrs. Heaney's arms, he had emerged that morning from the steamer train, had shown what an acquisition he would be. If she had any lingering doubts on the point, the impression produced on her husband would have dispelled them. Shell had been instantly charmed, and Paul, in a shy, confused way, was already responding to his advances. The Count and Countess Raymond had returned but a few weeks before from their protracted wedding journey, and were staying, as they were apparently to do whenever they came to Paris, with the old Marquis, Raymond's father, who had amicably proposed that little

Starting point is 11:26:51 Paul Marvell should also share the hospitality of the Hotel de Chelle. Undine at first was somewhat dismayed to find that she was expected to fit the boy and his nurse into a corner of her contracted entressel. But the possibility of a mother's not finding room for her son, however cramped her own quarters, seemed not to have occurred to her new relations, and the preparing of her dressing-room and boudoir for Paul's occupancy, was carried on by the household with a zeal which obliged her to dissemble her lukewarmness. Undine had supposed that on her marriage, one of the great suites of the Hotel de Shell would be emptied of its tenants and put at her husband's disposal. But she had since learned that, even had such a plan occurred to her parents-in-law,

Starting point is 11:27:35 considerations of economy would have hindered it. The old Marquis and his wife, who were content when they came up from Burgundy in the spring with a modest set of rooms looking out on the court of their ancestral residence, expected their son and his wife to fit themselves into the still smaller apartment, which had served as Raymond's bachelor lodging. The rest of the fine, old moldering house, the tall windowed premier on the garden and the whole of the floor above, had been let for years to old-fashioned tenants, who would have been more surprised than their landlord had he suddenly proposed to dispossess them. Undine at first had regarded these arrangements as merely provisional. She was persuaded that, under the land-lawed. She was persuaded that, under the landlord of

Starting point is 11:28:14 her influence, Reimón would soon convert his parents to more modern ideas, and meanwhile she was still in the flush of a completer well-being that she had ever known, and disposed for the moment to make light of any inconveniences connected with it. The three months since her marriage had been more nearly like what she had dreamed of than any of her previous experiments in happiness. At last she had got what she wanted, and for the first time the glow of triumph was warmed by a deeper feeling. Her husband was really charming. It was awesome. It was always. how he reminded her of Ralph. And after her bitter two years of loneliness and humiliation, it was delicious to find herself once more adored and protected. The very fact that Raymond was

Starting point is 11:28:55 more jealous of her than Ralph had ever been, or at any rate less reluctant to show it, gave her a keener sense of recovered power. None of the man who had been in love with her before had been so frankly possessive, or so eager for reciprocal assurances of constancy. She knew that Ralph had suffered deeply from her intimacy with Van Degen, but he had betrayed his feeling only by a more studied detachment, and Van Degen from the first had been contemptuously indifferent to what she did or felt when she was out of his sight. As to her earlier experiences, she had frankly forgotten them. Her sentimental memories went back no farther than the beginning of her New York career. Raymond seemed to attach more importance to love, in all its manifestations, than was

Starting point is 11:29:39 usual or convenient in a husband, and she gradually began to be aware that her domination over him involved a corresponding loss of independence. Since their return to Paris, she had found that she was expected to give a circumstantial report of every hour she spent away from him. She had nothing to hide, and no designs against his peace of mind except those connected with her frequent and costly sessions at the dressmakers, but she had never before been called upon to account to anyone for the use of her time, and after the first amused surprise at Raymond's always, wanting to know where she had been and whom she had seen, she began to be oppressed by so exacting a devotion. Her parents, from her tenderest youth, had tacitly recognized her

Starting point is 11:30:19 inalienable right to go around, and Ralph, though from motives which she divined to be different, had shown the same respect for her freedom. It was therefore disconcerting to find that Raymond expected her to choose her friends, and even her acquaintances, in conformity not only with his personal tastes, but with a definite and complicated code of family. prejudices and traditions. And she was especially surprised to discover that he viewed with disapproval her intimacy with the Princess Estradina. My cousin's extremely amusing, of course, but utterly mad, and very mal anto-ray.

Starting point is 11:30:54 Most of the people she has about her ought to be in prison, or bedlam, especially that unspeakable Madame Adelsheim, who's a candidate for both. My aunt's an angel, but she's been weak enough to let Lily turn the Hotel de Dordonia into an annex of Montmartre. Of course you'll have to show yourself there now and then. In these days, families like ours must all together. But go to the reunion de family, rather than to Lily's intimate parties.

Starting point is 11:31:21 Go with me or my mother. Don't let yourself be seen there alone. You're too young and good-looking to be mixed up with that crew. A woman's classed, or rather unclassed, by being known as one of Lily's set. Agrable as it was to Andine, that an appeal to her discretion should be based on the ground of her youth and good looks, she was dismayed to find herself cut off from the very circle she had meant them to establish her in.

Starting point is 11:31:47 Before she had become Raymond's wife, there had been a moment of sharp tension in her relations with the Princess Estradina and the old Duchess. They had done their best to prevent her marrying their cousin, and had gone so far as openly to accuse her of being the cause of a breach between themselves and his parents. But Ralph Marvell's death had brought about a sudden change in her situation. She was now no longer a divorced woman struggling to obtain ecclesiastical sanction for her remarriage, but a widow, whose conspicuous beauty and independent situation, made her the object of lawful aspirations. The first person to seize on this distinction, and make the most of it, was her old enemy, the Marquis de Tresac. The latter, who had been

Starting point is 11:32:29 loudly charged by the House of Shell with furthering her beautiful compatriots designs, had instantly seen a chance of vindicating herself by taking the widowed Mrs. Marvell under her wing and favoring the attentions of other suitors. These were not lacking, and the expected result had followed. Raymond de Chelle, more than ever infatuated as attainment became less certain, had claimed a definite promise from Undine, and his family, discouraged by his persistent bachelorhood, and their failure to fix his attention on any of the amiable maidens obviously designed to continue the race, had ended by withdrawing their opposition, and discovering in Mrs. Marvell the moral and financial merits necessary to justify their change of front. A good match? If she isn't, I should like to know

Starting point is 11:33:15 what the shells call one." Madame de Trezacque went about, indefatigably proclaiming. Related to the best people in New York, well, by marriage, that is, and her husband left much more money than was expected. It goes to the boy, of course. But as the boy is with his money, mother, she naturally enjoys the income. And her father's a rich man, much richer than is generally known. I mean what we call rich in America, you understand. Madame de Tresac had lately discovered that the proper attitude for the American married abroad was that of a militant patriotism, and she flaunted Undine Marvell in the face of the Foburg, like a particularly showy specimen of her national banner. The success of the experiment emboldened her to throw off the most sacred

Starting point is 11:34:02 observances of her past. She took up Madame Adelsheim, she entertained the James J. Rolivers, she resuscitated creole dishes, she patronized Negro melodists, and abandoned her weekly tease for impromptu afternoon dances, and the prim drawing-room in which dowagers had droned echoed with a cosmopolitan hubbub. Even when the period of tension was over, and Undine had been officially received into the family of her betrothed, Madame de Threysac did not at once surrender. She laughingly professed to have had enough of the proprieties, and declared herself bored by the social right she had hitherto so piously performed. You'll always find a corner of home here, dearest, when you get tired of their ceremonies and solemnities.

Starting point is 11:34:47 She said, as she embraced the bride after the wedding breakfast, and Undine hoped that the devoted nettie would in fact provide a refuge from the extreme domesticity of her new state. But since her return to Paris, and her taking up her domicile in the Hotel de Chelle, She had found Madame de Trezac less and less disposed to abet her in any assertion of independence. My dear, a woman must adopt her husband's nationality whether she wants to or not. It's the law, and it's the custom besides. If you wanted to amuse yourself with your nouveau luxe friends, you oughtn't to have married Raymond. But of course I say that only in joke, as if any woman would have hesitated who'd have your chance.

Starting point is 11:35:28 Take my advice. Keep out of Lily's set just at first. Later, well, perhaps Raymond won't be so particular, but meanwhile you'd make a great mistake to go against his people. And Madame de Trezac, with a, Shear, madame, swept forward from her tea-table to receive the first of the returning dowagers. It was about this time that Mrs. Hini arrived with Paul, and for a while Undine was pleasantly absorbed in her boy. She kept Mrs. Hini in Paris for a fortnight, and between her more pressing occupations, it amused her to listen to the masseuse's New York gossip and her comments on the social organization of the old world. It was Mrs. Heaney's first visit to Europe, and she confessed to one dean that she

Starting point is 11:36:12 had always wanted to see something of the aristocracy, using the phrase as a naturalist might, with no hint of personal pretensions. Mrs. Heaney's democratic ease was combined with the strictest professional discretion, and it would never have occurred to her to regard herself, or to wish others to regard her as anything but a manipulator of muscles. But in that character she felt herself entitled to admission to the highest circles. They certainly do things with style over here, but it's kinder one horse after New York, ain't it? Is this what they call their season? Why, you dined home two nights last week.

Starting point is 11:36:48 They ought to come over to New York and see. And she poured into Undine's half-envious ear, a list of the entertainments which had illuminated the last weeks of the New York winter. I suppose you'll begin to give parties as soon as ever you get into a house of your own. You're not going to have one? Oh. Well, then you'll give a lot of big weekends at your place down in the Shatter Country. That's where the swells all go to in the summertime, ain't it?

Starting point is 11:37:12 But I don't know what your ma would say if she knew you were going to live on with his folks after you're done honeymooning. Why, we read in the papers, you were going to live in some grand hotel or other. Oh, they call their houses hotels, do they? That's funny. I suppose it's because they let out part of them. Well, you look handsomer than ever, Undine. I'll take that back to your mother anyhow. And he's dead in love, I can see that.

Starting point is 11:37:37 Reminds me of the way. But she broke off suddenly, as if something in Undine's look had silenced her. Even to herself, Undine did not like to call up the image of Ralph Marvell, and any mention of his name gave her a vague sense of distress. His death had released her, had given her what she wanted. Yet she could honestly say to herself that she had not wanted him to die.

Starting point is 11:38:02 At least not to die like that. People said at the time that it was the hot weather. His own family had said so. He had never quite got over his attack of pneumonia. And the sudden rise of temperature, one of the fierce heat waves that devastate New York and summer, had probably affected his brain. The doctors said such cases were not uncommon. She had worn black for a few weeks, not quite mourning, but something decently regretful. The dressmakers were beginning to provide a special garb for such cases. And even since her remarriage and the lapse of a year, she continued to wish that she could have got what she wanted without having had to pay that particular price for it. This feeling was intensified by an incident, in itself far from unwelcome, which had occurred about three months after Ralph's death.

Starting point is 11:38:49 Her lawyers had written to say that the sum of $100,000 had been paid over to Marvell's estate by the Apex Consolidation Company, and as Marvell had left a will bequeathing everything he possessed to his son, this unexpected windfall handsomely increased Paul's patrimony. Undine had never relinquished her claim on her child. She had merely, by the advice of her lawyers, waived the assertion of her right for a few months after Marvell's death, with the express stipulation that her doing so was only a temporary concession to the feelings of her husband's family, and she had held out against all attempts to induce her to surrender Paul permanently. Before her marriage, she had somewhat conspicuously adopted her husband's creed, and the Dagonets, picturing Paul as the prey of the Jesuits,

Starting point is 11:39:34 had made the mistake of appealing to the courts for his custody. This had confirmed Undine's resistance, and her determination to keep the child. The case was the case. The case was had been decided in her favor, and she had thereupon demanded, and obtained, an allowance of $5,000, to be devoted to the bringing up and education of her son. This sum, added to what Mr. Sprague had agreed to give her, made up an income which had appreciably bettered her position, and justified Madame de Trezac's discreet allusions to her wealth. Nevertheless, it was one of the facts about which she least liked to think when any chance illusion evoked Ralph's image. The money was hers, of course. She had a right to it, and she was an ardent believer in rights.

Starting point is 11:40:18 But she wished she could have got it in some other way. She hated the thought of it as one more instance of the perverseness with which things she was entitled to always came to her, as if they had been stolen. The approach of summer, and the culmination of the Paris season, swept aside such thoughts. The Countess Raymond de Chelle, contrasting her situation with that of Mrs. Undine Marvell, and the fullness and animation of her new life with the vacant dissatisfied days which had followed on from her return from Dakota, forgot the smallness of her apartment, the inconvenient proximity of Paul and his nurse, the interminable round of visits with her mother-in-law, and the long dinners in the solemn hotels of all the family connection. The world was radiant, the lights were

Starting point is 11:41:02 lit, the music playing, she was still young and better looking than ever, with the countess's coronet, a famous chateau, and a handsome and popular husband who adored her. And then, suddenly the lights went out, and the music stopped, when one day Raymond, putting his arm about her, said in his tenderest tones, and now, my dear, the world's had you long enough, and it's my turn. What do you say to going down to San Desire? End of Chapter 37 Chapter 38 of the Custom of the Country By Edith Wharton

Starting point is 11:41:46 This Librevox recording is in the public domain In a window of the long gallery of the Chateau de Saint-deser The new Marquis de Chelle stood looking down the Poplar Avenue into the November rain. It had been raining heavily and persistently for a longer time than she could remember. Day after day, the hill is. beyond the park had been curtained by motionless clouds the gutters of the long steep

Starting point is 11:42:13 roofs had gurgled with a perpetual overflow the opaque surface of the moat had been peppered by a continuous pelting of big drops the water lay in glassy stretches under the trees and along the sodden edges of the garden paths it rose in a white mist from the fields beyond it exuded in a chill moisture from the brick flooring of the passages and from the walls of the rooms on the lower floor. Everything in the great empty house smelt of dampness, the stuffing of the chairs, the threadbare folds of the faded curtains, the splendid tapestries that were fading too on the walls of the room in which Undine stood, and the wide bands of crape which her husband

Starting point is 11:42:55 had insisted on her keeping on her black dresses till the last hour of her morning for the old marquis. The summer had been more than usually in Clement, and since her first coming to the country, Undine had lived through many periods of rainy weather. But none which had gone before had so completely epitomized, so summed up in one vast, monotonous blur, the image of her long months at San Desire. When, the year before, she had reluctantly suffered herself to be torn from the joys of Paris, she had been sustained by the belief that her exile would not be of long duration. Once Paris was out of sight, she had even found a certain lazy charm in the long, warm days at San Desaire. Her parents-in-law had remained in town, and she enjoyed being alone

Starting point is 11:43:42 with her husband, exploring and appraising the treasures of the great half-abandoned house, and watching her boy scamper over the June meadows, or trot about the gardens on the pony his stepfather had given him. Paul, after Mrs. Heaney's departure, had grown fretful and restive, and Undine had found it more and more difficult to fit his small, exacting personality into her cramped rooms and crowded life. He irritated her by pining for his Aunt Laura, his Marvell Granny, and old Mr. Dagonet's funny stories about gods and fairies, and his wistful allusions to his games with Claire's children, sounded like a lesson he might have been drilled in to make her feel how little he belonged to her. But once released from Paris, and blessed with rabbits, a pony, and the freedom of the fields, he became again all that a charming child should be,

Starting point is 11:44:34 and for a time it amused her to share in his romps and rambles. Raymond seemed enchanted at the picture they made, and the quiet weeks of fresh air and outdoor activity gave her back a bloom that reflected itself in her tranquilized mood. She was the more resigned to this interlude because she was so sure of its not lasting. Before they left Paris, a doctor had been found to say that Paul, who was certainly looking pale and pulled down. down, was an urgent need of sea air, and Undine had nearly convinced her husband of the expediency

Starting point is 11:45:05 of hiring a chalet at Doville for July and August, when this plan, and with it every other prospect of escape, was dashed by the sudden death of the old marquis. Undine at first had supposed that the resulting change could not be other than favorable. She had been on two formal terms with her father-in-law, a remote and ceremonious old gentleman to whom her own personality was evidently an insoluble enigma, to feel more than the merest conventional pang at his death, and it was certainly more fun to be a Martianess than a countess, and to know that one's husband was the head of the house.

Starting point is 11:45:41 Besides, now they would have the chateau to themselves, or at least the old marquise, when she came, would be there as a guest and not a ruler, and visions of smart house parties and big shoots lit up the first weeks of Undine's enforced seclusion. Then, by degrees, the inexorable conditions of French mourning closed in on her. Immediately after the long-drawn funeral observances, the bereaved family, mother, daughters, sons and sons-in-law came down to seclude themselves at San Deser.

Starting point is 11:46:13 And Undine, through the slow, hot, crape-smelling months, lived encircled by shrouded images of woe, in which the only live points were the eyes constantly fixed on her least movements. The hope of escaping to the seaside with Paul vanished in the pained stare with which her mother-in-law received the suggestion. Undine learned the next day that it had cost the old Marquise a sleepless night, and might have had more distressing results had it not been explained as a harmless instance of transatlantic oddness. Raymond entreated his wife to atone for her involuntary leggerete by submitting with a good grace to the usages of her adopted country. Atty seemed to regard the remaining months of the summer as hardly long enough for this act of expiation. As Undine looked back on them, they appeared to have been composed of an interminable succession of identical days,

Starting point is 11:47:06 in which attendance at early mass, in the coronated gallery she had once so glowingly depicted to Van Degen, was followed by a great deal of conversational sitting about, a great deal of excellent eating, an occasional drive to the nearest town behind a pair of heavy draft horses, and long evenings in a lamp-heated drawing-room, with all the windows shut, and the stout curé, making an asthmatic fourth at the Marquises card table. Still, even these conditions were not permanent, and the discipline of the last years had trained Undine to wait and dissemble. The summer over, it was decided, after a protracted family conclave,

Starting point is 11:47:46 that the state of the old Marquise's health made it advisable for her to spend the winter with the married daughter who lived near Pao. The other members of the family returned to their respective estates, and Undine once more found herself alone with her husband. But she knew by this time that there was to be no thought of Paris that winter, or even the next spring. Worse still, she was presently to discover

Starting point is 11:48:08 that Raymond's accession of rank brought with it no financial advantages. Having but the vaguest notion of French testamentary law, she was dismayed to learn that the compulsory division of property made it impossible for a father to benefit his eldest son at the expense of the others. Raymond was therefore little richer than before, and with the debts of honor of a troublesome younger brother to settle and San Deser to keep up, his available income was actually reduced. He held out, indeed, the hope of eventual improvement, since the old Marquis had managed his estates with a lofty contempt for modern methods, and the application of new principles of agriculture

Starting point is 11:48:46 and forestry were certain to yield profitable results. But for a year or two at any rate, this very change of treatment would necessitate the owner's continual supervision, and would not in the meanwhile produce any increase of income. To faveluars the family acrees had always, it appeared, been Raymond's deepest-seated purpose, and all his frivolities dropped from him, with the prospect of putting his hand to the plough. He was not, indeed, inhuman enough to condemn his wife to perpetual exile. He meant, he assured her, that she should have her annual spring visit to Paris, but he stared in dismay at her suggestion that they should take possession of the coveted premier of the Hotel de Schell.

Starting point is 11:49:26 He was gallant enough to express the wish that it were in his power to house her on such a scale, but he could not conceal his surprise that she had ever seriously expected it. She was beginning to see that he felt her constitutional inability to understand any about money as the deepest difference between them. It was a proficiency no one had ever expected her to acquire, and the lack of which she had even been encouraged to regard as a grace and to use as a pretext. During the interval between her divorce and her remarriage, she had learned what things cost, but not how to do without them. And money still seemed to her like some mysterious and uncertain stream, which occasionally vanished underground, but was sure

Starting point is 11:50:05 to bubble up again at one's feet. Now, however, she found herself in a world where it represented not the means of individual gratification, but the substance binding together whole groups of interests, and where the uses to which it might be put in twenty years were considered before the reasons for spending it on the spot. At first she was sure she could laugh, Raymond out of his prudence, or coax him round to her point of view. She did not understand how a man so romantically in love could be so unpersuadable on certain points. Hitherto she had to contendous, she had to contend, and with personal moods, now she was arguing against a policy, and she was gradually to learn that

Starting point is 11:50:42 it was as natural to Raymond de Shell to adore her and resist her, as it had been to Ralph Marvell to adore her, and let her hap her way. At first, indeed, he appealed to her good sense, using arguments evidently drawn from accumulations of hereditary experience. But his economic plea was as unintelligible to her as the silly problems about penknives and apples, in the mental arithmetic of her infancy. And when he struck a tenderer note and spoke of the duty of providing for the son he hoped for, she put her arms about him to whisper. But then I oughtn't to be worried. After that, she noticed, though he was as charming as ever, he behaved as if the case were closed. He had apparently decided that his arguments were unintelligible to her, and under all

Starting point is 11:51:28 his ardor, she felt the difference made by the discovery. It did not make him any less kind, but it evidently made her less important. and she had the half-frightened sense that the day she ceased to please him, she would cease to exist for him. That day was a long way off, of course, but the chill of it had brushed her face, and she was no longer heedless of such signs. She resolved to cultivate all the arts of patience and compliance, and habit might have helped them to take root if they had not been nipped by a new cataclysm. It was barely a week ago that her husband had been called to Paris to straighten out a fresh tangle in the affairs of the trouble brother, whose difficulties were apparently a part of the family tradition. Raymond's letters had been hurried, his telegrams brief and contradictory.

Starting point is 11:52:16 And now, as Undine stood watching for the broom that was to bring him from the station, she had the sense that with his arrival all her vague fears would be confirmed. There would be more money to pay out, of course, since the funds that could not be found for her just needs were apparently always forthcoming to settle Ubert's scandalous prodigalities, and that meant a longer perspective of solitude at San Desaire, and a fresh pretext for postponing the hospitalities that were to follow on their period of mourning. The broom, a vehicle as massive and lumbering as the pair that drew it,

Starting point is 11:52:49 presently rolled into the court, and Raymond's sable figure, she had never before seen a man travel in such black clothes, sprang up the steps to the door. Whenever Undine saw him after an absence, she had a curious sense of his coming back from an unknown distance, and not belonging to her or to any state of things she understood. Then Habit reasserted itself, and she began to think of him again with a querulous familiarity.

Starting point is 11:53:15 But she had learned to hide her feelings, and as he came in, she put up her face for a kiss. Yes, everything settled. His embrace expressed the satisfaction of the man returning from an accomplished task to the joys of his fireside. Settled? Her face kindled. without your having to pay. He looked at her with a shrug. Of course I've had to pay.

Starting point is 11:53:40 Did you suppose Ubert's creditors would be put off with vanilla Eclare? Oh, if that's what you mean, if Ubert has only to wire you at any time to be sure of his affairs being settled? She saw his lips narrow and a line come out between his eyes. Wouldn't it be a happy thought to tell them to bring tea? He suggested. In the library, then. It's so cold he.

Starting point is 11:54:03 and the tapestry smell so of rain. He paused a moment to scrutinize the long walls, on which the fabulous blues and pinks of the great Boucher series looked as livid as withered roses. I suppose they ought to be taken down and aired, he said. She thought,

Starting point is 11:54:23 In this air, much good it would do them. But she had already repented her outbreak about Ubert, and she followed her husband into the library with the resolve not to let him see her annoyance. Compared with the long gray gallery, the library, with its brown walls of books, looked warm and home-like, and Raymond seemed to feel the influence

Starting point is 11:54:43 of the softer atmosphere. He turned to his wife and put his arm about her. I know it's been a trial to you, dearest, but this is the last time I shall have to pull the poor boy out. In spite of herself, she laughed incredulously. Ubert's last times were a household word. But when tea had been brought, and they were alone over the fire, Raymond unfolded the amazing sequel.

Starting point is 11:55:09 Ubert had found an heiress, Ubert was to be married, and henceforth the business of paying his debts, which might be counted on to recur as inevitably as the changes of the season, would devolve on his American bride, the charming Miss Lutie Arlington, whom Raymond had remained over in Paris to meet. An American? He's marrying an American? "'Undine wavered between wrath and satisfaction. "'She felt a flash of resentment at any other intruders venturing upon her territory.

Starting point is 11:55:39 "'Ludy Arlington? "'Who is she? What a name!' "'But it was quickly superseded by the relief of knowing that henceforth, "'as Raymond said, Uber's debts would be someone else's business. "'Then a third consideration prevailed. "'But if he's engaged to a rich girl, "'why on earth do we have to pull him out?' Her husband explained that no other course was possible, though General Arlington was immensely wealthy.

Starting point is 11:56:06 Her father's a general. A general manager, whatever that may be. He had exacted what he called a clean slate from his future son-in-law, and you bear's creditors, the boy was such a donkey, had in their possession certain papers that made it possible for them to press for immediate payment. Your compatriots' views on such matters are so rigid, and they told to their credit, that the marriage would have fallen through at once if the least tint of Uber's mess had got out, and then we should have had them on our hands for life. Yes, from that point of view it was doubtless best to pay up,

Starting point is 11:56:41 but Undine obscurely wished that their doing so had not incidentally helped an unknown compatriot to what the American papers were no doubt already announcing as, another brilliant foreign alliance. Where on earth did your brother pick up anybody respectable? Do you know where her people come from? I suppose she's perfectly awful. She broke out with a sudden escape of irritation. I believe Uber made her acquaintance at a skating rink.

Starting point is 11:57:09 They come from some new state. The general apologized for its not yet being on the map, but seemed surprised I hadn't heard of it. He said it was already known as one of the divorce states, and the principal city had, in consequence, a very agreeable society. La Petit ne'I ne'rimae not too well. I dare say not. We're all good-looking, but she must be horribly common. Raymond seemed sincerely unable to formulate a judgment.

Starting point is 11:57:36 My dear, you have your own customs. Oh, I know we're all alike to you. It was one of her grievances that he never attempted to discriminate between Americans. You see no difference between me and a girl one gets engaged to at a skating rink. He evaded the challenge by rejoining. Miss Arlington's burning to know about you. She says she's heard a great deal about you, and Ubert wants to bring her down next week. I think we'd better do what we can.

Starting point is 11:58:04 Of course. But Andine was still absorbed in the economic aspect of the case. If there is rich as you say, I suppose Ubert means to pay you back by and by. And naturally, it's all arranged. He's given me a paper. He drew her hands into his. You see, we've every reason to be kind to Miss Arlington. Oh, I'll be as kind as you like.

Starting point is 11:58:28 She brightened at the prospect of repayment. Yes, they would ask the girl down. She leaned a little nearer to her husband. But then after a while we shall be the good deal better off, especially, as you say, with no more of Uber's debts to worry us. And leaning back far enough to give her upward smile, she renewed her plea for the premier in the Hotel de Shell. Because really, you know, as the head of the house you ought to.

Starting point is 11:58:54 "'Ah, my dear, as the head of the house I've so many obligations, "'and one of them is not to miss a good stroke of business when it comes my way.' Her hand slipped from his shoulders, and she drew back. "'What do you mean by a good stroke of business?' "'Why, an incredible piece of luck. It's what kept me on so long in Paris. Miss Arlington's father was looking for an apartment for the young couple, and I've let him the premier for twelve years on the understanding that he puts electric light and heating into the whole hotel.

Starting point is 11:59:24 It's a wonderful chance, for of course we all benefit by it as much as Uber. A wonderful chance. Benefit by it as much as Uber! He seemed to be speaking a strange language, in which familiar-sounding syllables meant something totally unknown. Did he really think she was going to coop herself up again in their cramped quarters, while Uber and his skating rink bride luxuriated overhead in the coveted premiere? All the resentments that had been accumulating in her during the long,

Starting point is 11:59:54 baffled months since her marriage broke into speech. It's extraordinary of you to do such a thing without consulting me. Without consulting you? But, my dear child, you've always professed the most complete indifference to business matters. You frequently begged me not to bore you with them. You may be sure I've acted on the best advice, and my mother, who said is as good as a man's, things I've made a remarkably good arrangement.

Starting point is 12:00:21 I dare say, but I'm not always thinking about money as you are. As she spoke, she had an ominous sense of impending peril, but she was too angry to avoid even the risks she saw. To her surprise, Raymond put his arm about her with a smile. There are many reasons why I have to think about money. One is that you don't, and another is that I must look out for the future of our son. Undine flushed to the forehead. She had grown accustomed to such illusions, and the thought of having a child no longer filled her with the resentful terror she had felt before Paul's birth. She had been insensibly influenced by a different point of view, perhaps also by a difference in her own feeling, and the vision of herself as the mother

Starting point is 12:01:05 of the future Marquis de Chelle was softened to happiness by the thought of giving Raymond a son. But all these lightly rooted sentiments went down in the rush of her resentment, and she freed herself with a petulant movement. Oh, my dear, you'd better leave it to your brother to perpetuate the race. there'll be more room for nurseries in their apartment. She waited a moment, quivering with the expectation of her husband's answer. Then, as none came except the silent darkening of his face, she walked to the door and turned round to fling back. Of course you can do what you like with your own house,

Starting point is 12:01:41 and make any arrangements that suit your family without consulting me. But you needn't think I'm ever going back to live in that stuffy little hole, with Ubert and his wife splurging round on top of her. of our heads." Ah, said Raymond D'Shoe, in a low voice. End of Chapter 38. Chapter 39 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 12:02:17 Undine did not fulfill her threat. The month of May saw her back in the rooms she had declared she would never set foot in, and after her long sojourn among the echoing vistas of some. San D'Azer, the exiguity of her Paris quarters seemed like coziness. In the interval many things had happened. Ubert, permitted by his anxious relatives to anticipate the term of the family mourning, had been showily and expensively united to his heiress. The Hotel de Chelle had been piped, heated, and illuminated in accordance with the bride's

Starting point is 12:02:51 requirements, and the young couple, not content with these utilitarian changes, had moved doors, open windows, torn down partitions, and given over the great trophied and pilastered dining-room to a decorative painter, with a new theory of the human anatomy. Undine had silently assisted at this spectacle, and at the sight of the old Marquise's abject acquiescence, she had seen the Duchess de d'orsonia and the Princess Estredina go past her door to visit Ubert's premiere and marvel at the American bathtubs in the animite bricabrack. And she had been present, with her husband at the banquet at which Ubert had revealed to the astonished Foburg the prehistoric episodes depicted on his dining-room walls. She had accepted all these necessities

Starting point is 12:03:38 with the stoicism which the last months had developed in her. For more and more, as the days passed, she felt herself in the grasp of circumstances stronger than any effort she could oppose to them. The very absence of external pressure, of any tactless assertion of authority and her husband's part, intensified the sense of her helplessness. He simply left it to her to infer that, important as she might be to him in certain ways, there were others in which she did not weigh a feather. Their outward relations had not changed since her outburst on the subject of Ubert's marriage. That incident had left her half ashamed, half frightened at her behavior, and she had tried to atone for it by the indirect arts that were her nearest approach to

Starting point is 12:04:24 acknowledging herself in the wrong. Raymond met her advances with the good grace, and they lived through the rest of the winter on terms of apparent understanding. When the spring approached it was he who suggested that, since his mother had consented to Ubert's marrying before the year of morning was over, there was really no reason why they should not go up to Paris as usual, and she was surprised at the readiness with which he prepared to accompany her. A year earlier she would have regarded this as another proof of her power.

Starting point is 12:04:53 but now she drew her inferences less quickly. Raymond was as lovely to her as ever, but more than once during their months in the country, she had had a startled sense of not giving him all he expected of her. She had admired him before their marriage as a model of social distinction. During the honeymoon he had been the most ardent of lovers, and with their settling down at San Desaire, she had prepared to resign herself to the society of a country gentleman

Starting point is 12:05:20 absorbed in sport and agriculture. But Raymond, to her surprise, had again developed a disturbing resemblance to his predecessor. During the long winter afternoons, after he had gone over his accounts with the bailiff or written his business letters, he took to dabbling with a paint-box, or picking out new scores at the piano. After dinner, when they went to the library, he seemed to expect to read aloud to her from the reviews and papers he was always receiving. And when he had discovered her inability to fix her attention, he had discovered her inability to fix her attention, he fell into the way of absorbing himself in one of the old brown books with which the room was lined at first he tried as Ralph had done to tell her about what he was reading or what was happening in the world but her sense of inadequacy made her slip away to other subjects and little by little their talk died down to monosyllables was it possible that in spite of his books the evening seemed as long to Raymond as to her and that he had suggested going back to Paris because he was bored at Sandezer

Starting point is 12:06:20 Bored as she was herself, she resented his not finding her company all-sufficient, and was mortified by the discovery that there were regions of his life she could not enter. But, once back in Paris, she had less time for introspection, and Raymond less for books. They resumed their dispersed and busy life, and in spite of Hubert's ostentatious vicinity, of the perpetual lack of money and of Parles' innocent encroachments on her freedom, Undine, once more in her element, ceased to brood upon her grievances. She enjoyed going about with her husband, whose presence at her side was distinctly ornamental. He seemed to have grown suddenly younger and more animated, and when she saw other women looking at him, she remembered

Starting point is 12:07:04 how distinguished he was. It amused her to have him in her train, and driving about with him to dinners and dances, waiting for him on flower-decked landings, or pushing at his side through blazing theater lobbies, answered to her inmost ideal of domestic intimacy. He seemed disposed to allow her more liberty than before, and it was only now and then that he let drop a brief reminder of the conditions on which it was accorded. She was to keep certain people at a distance. She was not to cheapen herself by being seen at vulgar restaurants and tea rooms. She was to join with him in fulfilling certain family obligations, going to a good many dull dinners among the number. But in other respect she was free to fill her days as she

Starting point is 12:07:47 pleased. Not that it leaves me much time, she admitted to Madame de Tresac. What with going to see his mother every day, and never missing one of his sister's jour, and showing myself at the Hotel de Dordonia whenever the Duchess gives a pay-up party to the stuffy people Lillie Estradino won't be bothered with. There are days when I never lay eyes on Paul, and barely have time to be waved and manicured. But apart from that, Riemontz, Rémond's a little bit of really much nicer and less fussy than he was. Undine, as she grew older, had developed her mother's craving for a confidant,

Starting point is 12:08:21 and Madame de Trezac had succeeded in that capacity to Mabel Lipscomb and Bertha Shalam. Less fussy? Madame de Trezac's long nose lengthened thoughtfully. Hmm, are you sure that's a good sign? Undine stared and laughed. Oh, my dear, you're so quaint. My nobody's jealous anymore.

Starting point is 12:08:42 "'No, that's the worst of it,' Madame de Thrasac pondered. "'It's a thousand pities you haven't got a son.' "'Yes, I wish we had.' Undine stood up, impatient to end the conversation. Since she had learned that her continued childlessness was regarded by everyone about her as not only unfortunate, but somehow vaguely derogatory to her, she had genuinely begun to regret it, and any allusion to the subject disturbed her. "'Especially,' Madame demercernation.

Starting point is 12:09:12 de Trezac continued. As Ubert's wife? Oh, if that's all they want, it's a pity Raymond didn't marry Ubert's wife! Undine flung back, and on the stairs she murmured to herself. Nettie has been talking to my mother-in-law. But this explanation did not quiet her, and that evening, as she and Raymond drove back together from a party,

Starting point is 12:09:34 she felt a sudden impulse to speak. Sitting close to him in the darkness of the carriage, it ought to have been easy for her to find the needed word, but the barrier of his indifference hung between them, and street after street slipped by, and the spangled blackness of the river unrolled itself beneath their wheels, before she leaned over to touch his hand. "'What is it, my dear?' She had not yet found the word, and already his tone told her she was too late.

Starting point is 12:10:03 A year ago, if she had slipped her hand in his, she would not have had that answer. "'Your mother blames me for Arnott having a child. Everybody thinks it's my fault.' He paused before answering, and she sat watching his shadowy profile against the passing lamps. My mother's ideas are old-fashioned, and I don't know that it's anybody's business, but yours and mine. Yes, but— Here we are. The broom was turning under the archway of the hotel, and the light of Ubert's tall windows fell across the dusky court. Raymond helped her out, and they mounted to their door by the stairs which Ubert had recarbert in velvet, with a marble nymph lurking in the azaleas on the landing.

Starting point is 12:10:47 In the antechamber, Raymond paused to take her cloak from her shoulders, and his eyes rested on her with a faint smile of approval. You never looked better. Your dress is extremely becoming. Good night, my dear, he said, kissing her hand as he turned away. Undine kept this incident to herself. Her wounded pride made her shrink from confessing it even to Madame de Trézac. She was sure Raymond would come back. Ralph always had, to the last. During their remaining weeks in Paris,

Starting point is 12:11:20 she reassured herself with a thought that once they were back at San Deser, she would easily regain her lost hold, and when Raymond suggested their leaving Paris, she acquiesced without a protest. But at San Desire she seemed no nearer to him than in Paris. He continued to treat her with unvarying amiability, but he seemed wholly absorbed in the management of the estate, in his books, his sketching,

Starting point is 12:11:43 and his music. He had begun to interest himself in politics, and had been urged to stand for his department. This necessitated frequent displacements, trips to Bonn or Dijon, and occasional absences in Paris. Undine, when he was away, was not left alone, for the dowager Marquise had established herself at San Desire for the summer, and relays of brothers and sisters-in-law, aunts, cousins and ecclesiastical friends and connections succeeded each other under its capacious roof. Only Ubert and his wife were absent. They had taken a villa at Doville, and in the morning papers Undine followed the chronicle of Ubert's polo scores and of the Countess Ubert's racing toilets.

Starting point is 12:12:26 The days crawled on with a benumbing sameness. The old Marquis and the other ladies of the party sat on the terrace with their needlework. The curé, or one of the visiting uncles, read aloud the jeurier. Ronaldo de Ba and prognosticated dark things of the Republic. Paul scoured the park and despoiled the kitchen garden with the other children of the family. The inhabitants of the adjacent chateau drove over to Carl, and occasionally the ponderous pair were harnessed to Alandoah as lumbering as the brough, and the ladies of San Deser measured the dusky kilometers between themselves and their neighbors. It was the first time that Undine had seriously paused to consider

Starting point is 12:13:04 the conditions of her new life, and as the days passed, she began to understand that so they would continue to succeed each other till the end. Everyone about her took it for granted that as long as she lived, she would spend ten months of every year at San Deser, and the remaining two at Paris. Of course, if health required it, she might go to Lesoth with her husband, but the old Marquise was very doubtful as to the benefit of course of waters, and her uncle the Duke and her cousin the Canal shared her view.

Starting point is 12:13:33 In the case of young married women especially, the unwholesome excitement of the modern watering-place was more than likely to do away with the possible benefit of the treatment. As to travel, had not Raymond and his wife been to Egypt and Asia minor on their wedding journey? Such reckless enterprise was unheard of in the annals of the house. Had they not spent days and days in the saddle, and slept in tents among the Arabs? Who could tell, indeed, whether these imprudences were not the cause of the disappointment, which it had pleased Heaven to inflict on the young couple? No one in the family had ever taken so long a wedding journey.

Starting point is 12:14:10 One bride had gone to England, even that was considered extreme, and another, the artistic daughter, had spent a week in Venice, which certainly showed that they were not behind the times and had no old-fashioned prejudices. Since wedding journeys were the fashion, they had taken them. But who had ever heard of travelling afterwards? What could be the possible object of leaving one's family, one's habits, one's friends. It was natural that the Americans, who had no homes, who were born and died in hotels, should have contracted nomadic habits. But the new Marquis de Chelle was no longer

Starting point is 12:14:48 in American, and she had San Deser and the Hotel de Chal to live in, as generations of ladies of her name had done before her. Thus Undine beheld her future laid out for her, not directly and in blunt words, but obliquely and affably, in the illusions, the assumptions, the insinuations of the amiable women among whom her days were spent. Their interminable conversations were carried on to the click of knitting needles and the rise and fall of industrious fingers above embroidery frames, and as Andine sat staring at the lustrous nails of her idle hands, she felt that her inability to occupy them was regarded as one of the chief causes of her restlessness. The innumerable rooms of San Desaire were furnished with the embroidered hangings and tapestry chairs produced by generations

Starting point is 12:15:35 of diligent chattelands, and the untiring needles of the old marquise, her daughters and dependents, were still steadily increasing the provision. It struck on Dina's curious that they should be willing to go on making chair coverings and bed curtains for a house that didn't really belong to them, and that she had a right to pull about and rearrange as she chose. But then that was only a part of their whole incomprehensible way of regarding themselves, in spite of their acute personal and parochial absorptions, as minor members of a powerful and indivisible whole, the huge, voracious fetish they called the family. Notwithstanding their very definite theories as to what Americans were and were not, they were evidently bewildered at finding no corresponding sense of solidarity

Starting point is 12:16:21 in Undine, and Little Paul's rootlessness, his lack of all local and linear ties, made them, for all the charm he exercised, regard him with something of the shyness of pious Christians toward an elfin child. But, though mother and child gave them a sense of insuperable strangeness, it plainly never occurred to them that both would not be gradually subdued to the customs of San Deserre. Dynasties had fallen. Institutions changed. Manners and morals, alas, deplorably declined. But as far back as memory went, the ladies of the line of shell had always sat at their needlework on the terrace of San Desire, while the men of the House lamented the corruption of the government, and the Curre ascribed the unhappy state of the country to the decline of religious feeling,

Starting point is 12:17:07 and the rise in the cost of living. It was inevitable that, in the course of time, the new Marquis should come to understand the fundamental necessity of these things, being as they were, and meanwhile the forbearance of her husband's family exercised itself, with the smiling discretion of their race, through the long succession of uneventable days. Once in September this routine was broken in upon by the unannounced descent of a flock of motors, bearing the Princess Estradina and a chosen band from one watering-place to another. Raymond was away at the time, but family loyalty constrained the old Marquise to welcome her kinswoman and the latter's friends, and Undine once more found herself immersed in the world from which her marriage had removed her. The princess at first seemed totally to have forgotten their former intimacy, and Undine was made to feel that, that in a life so variously agitated, the episode could hardly have left a trace. But the night

Starting point is 12:18:03 before her departure, the incalculable Lily, with one of her sudden changes of humor, drew her former friend into her bedroom, and plunged into an exchange of confidences. She naturally unfolded her own history first, and it was so packed with incident that the courtyard clock had struck two before she turned her attention to Undine. "'My dear, you're handsomer than ever, only perhaps a shade too stout. The Domestic bliss, I suppose. Take care. You need an emotion, a drama.

Starting point is 12:18:33 You Americans are really extraordinary. You appear to live on change and excitement. And then suddenly a man comes along and claps a ring on your finger, and you never look through it to see what's going on outside. Aren't you ever the least bit bored? Why do I never see anything of you anymore? I suppose it's the fault of my venerable aunt. She's never forgiven me for having a better time than her daughters.

Starting point is 12:18:56 How can I help it if I'm not? don't look like the curé's umbrella. I'd there say she owes you the same grudge. But why do you let her coop you up here? It's a thousand pities you haven't had the child. They'd all treat you differently if you had. It was the same perpetually reiterated condolence, and And Andeen flushed with anger as she listened. Why indeed had she let herself be cooped up? She could not have answered the princess's question. She merely felt the impossibility of breaking through the mysterious web of traditions, conventions, prohibitions that enclosed her in their impenetrable network.

Starting point is 12:19:32 But her vanity suggested the obvious pretext, and she murmured with a laugh. I didn't know Raymond was going to be so jealous. The princess stared. Is it Raymond who keeps you shut up here? And what about his triptus de Jean? And what do you suppose he does with himself when he runs up to Paris? Politics?

Starting point is 12:19:52 She shrugged ironically. politics don't occupy a man after midnight. Raymond, jealous of you? No, merci. My dear, it's what I always say when people talk to me about fast Americans. You're the only innocent women left in the world. End of Chapter 39. Chapter 40 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 12:20:23 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. After the Princess Estradina's departure, the days at San Deser succeeded each other indistinguishably, and more and more as they passed, Undine felt herself drawn into the slow, strong current, already fed by so many tributary lives. Some spells she could not have named seemed to emanate from the old house, which had so long been the custodian of an unbroken tradition. Things had happened there in the same way for so many. many generations, that to try and alter them seemed as vain as to contend with the elements.

Starting point is 12:21:03 Winter came and went, and once more the calendar marked the first days of spring. But though the horse chestnuts of the Chansalise were budding, snow still lingered in the grass drives of San Deser and along the ridges of the hills beyond the park. Sometimes, as Undine looked out of the windows of the Boucher Gallery, she felt as if her eyes had never rested on any other scene. Even her occasional brief trips to Paris left no lasting trace. The life of the vivid streets faded to a shadow as soon as the black and white horizon of San Deser

Starting point is 12:21:38 closed in on her again. Though the afternoons were still cold, she had lately taken to sitting in the gallery. The smiling scenes on its walls and the tall screens which broke its length made it more habitable than the drawing-rooms beyond. But her chief reason for preferring it was the satisfaction she found in having fires lit in both the monumental chimneys that faced each other down its long perspective. This satisfaction had its source in the old Marquise's disapproval.

Starting point is 12:22:09 Never before in the history of San Deser had the consumption of firewood exceeded a certain carefully calculated measure. But since Undine had been an authority, this allowance had been doubled. If anyone had told her a year earlier that one of the chief distractions of her new life would be to invent ways of annoying her mother-in-law, she would have laughed at the idea of wasting her time on such trifles. But she found herself with a great deal of time to waste, and with a fierce desire to spend it in upsetting the immemorial customs of San Deser. Her husband had mastered her in essentials, but she had discovered innumerable small ways of irritating and hurting him. him, and one, and not the least effectual, was to do anything that went counter to his mother's prejudices. It was not that he always shared her views, or was a particularly subservient son,

Starting point is 12:23:03 but it seemed to be one of his fundamental principles that a man should respect his mother's wishes, and see to it that his household respected them. All Frenchmen of his class appeared to share this view, and to regard it as beyond discussion. It was based on something so much more immutable than personal feeling that one might even hate one's mother, and yet insist that her ideas as to the consumption of firewood should be regarded. The old Marquise, during the cold weather, always sat in her bedroom, and there, between the tapestried four-poster and the fireplace, the family grouped itself around the ground glass of her single carcel lamp. In the evening, if there were visitors, a fire was lit in the library. Otherwise, the family again sat about the

Starting point is 12:23:49 Marquis's lamp, till the footman came in at ten with Tizan and Biscuit Serim, after which every one bade the dowager good-night, and scattered down the corridors to chill distances, marked by tapers floating in cups of oil. Since Undine's coming, the library fire had never been allowed to go out, and of late, after experimenting with the two drawing-rooms and the so-called study, where Raymond kept his guns and saw the bailiff, she had selected the gallery as the most suitable place for the new and unfamiliar ceremony of afternoon tea. Afternoon refreshments had never before been served at San Deser, except when company was expected,

Starting point is 12:24:30 when they had invariably consisted in a decanter of sweet port and a plate of small, dry cakes, the kind that kept. That the complicated rights of the tea earn, with its offering up of perishable delicacies, should be enacted for the sole enjoyment of the family, was a thing so unheard of. that for a while Undine found sufficient amusement in elaborating the ceremonial, and in making the ancestral plate grown under more varied vians. And when this parled, she devised the plan of performing the office in the gallery and lighting sacrificial fires in both chimneys. She said to Raymond at first, "'It's ridiculous that your mother should sit in her bedroom all day.

Starting point is 12:25:12 She says she does it to save fires. But if we have a fire downstairs, why can't she let hers go out and come down. I don't see why I should spend my life in your mother's bedroom." Raymond made no answer, and the Marquis did in fact let her fire go out, but she did not come down. She simply continued to sit upstairs, without a fire. At first this also amused Undine, then the tacit criticism implied began to irritate her. She hoped Raymond would speak of his mother's attitude. She had her answer ready if he did. But he made no comment. But he made no comment. He took no notice. Her impulses of retaliation spent themselves against the blank surface of his indifference. He was as amiable, as considerate as ever, as ready, within reason, to accede to her wishes and gratify her whims. Once or twice, when she suggested running up to Paris to take Paul to the dentist or to look for a servant, he agreed to the necessity and went up with her. But instead of going to an hotel, they went to their apartment, where carpets were up and curtail. stown, and a caretaker prepared primitive food at uncertain hours, and Undine's first glimpse

Starting point is 12:26:24 of Hubert's illuminated windows deepened her rancor and her sense of helplessness. As Madame de Trezac had predicted, Raymond's vigilance gradually relaxed, and during their excursions to the capital, Undine came and went as she pleased. But her visits were too short to permit of her falling in with the social pace, and when she showed herself among her friends, she felt countrified and out of place, as if even her clothes had come from San Desaire. Nevertheless, her dresses were more than ever her chief preoccupation. In Paris she spent hours at the dressmakers, and in the country the arrival of a box of new gowns was the chief event of the vacant days. But there was more bitterness than joy in the unpacking, and the dresses

Starting point is 12:27:09 hung in her wardrobe like so many unfulfilled promises of pleasure, reminding her of the days at the Dentorian, when she had reviewed other finery with the same cheated eyes. In spite of this, she multiplied her orders, writing up to the dressmakers for patterns, and to the milliners for boxes of hats which she tried on and kept for days without being able to make a choice. Now and then she even sent her maid up to Paris to bring back great assortments of veils, gloves, flowers, and laces, and after periods of painful indecision, she ended by keeping the greater number, lest those she sent back should turn out to be the ones that were worn in Paris. She knew she was spending too much money, and she had lost her youthful faith in providential

Starting point is 12:27:53 solutions, but she had always had the habit of going out to buy something when she was bored, and never had she been in greater need of such solace. The dullness of her life seemed to have passed into her blood, her complexion was less animated, her hair less shining. The change in her looks alarmed her, and she scanned the fashion papers for new scents and powders, and experimented in facial bandaging, electric massage, and other processes of renovation. Odd atavisms woke in her, and she began to pour over patent medicine advertisements, to send stamped envelopes to beauty doctors and professors of physical development, and to brood on the advantage of consulting faith healers, mind readers, and their kindred adepts. She even wrote to her mother for the

Starting point is 12:28:38 receipts of some of her grandfather's forgotten nostrums, and modified her daily life and her hours of sleeping, eating, and exercise in accordance with each new experiment. Her constitutional restlessness lapsed into an apathy like Mrs. Sprags, and the least demand on her activity irritated her. But she was beset by endless annoyances, bickering with discontented maids, the difficulty of finding a tutor for Paul, and the problem of keeping him amused and occupied without having him too much on her hands. A great liking had sprung up between Raymond and the little boy, and during the summer Paul was perpetually at his stepfather's side in the stables and the park. But with the coming of winter, Raymond was oftener away, and

Starting point is 12:29:22 Paul developed a persistent cold that kept him frequently indoors. The confinement made him fretful and exacting, and the old Marquis ascribed the change in his behavior to the deplorable influence of his tutor, a laic recommended by one of Raymond's old professors. Raymond himself would have preferred an abb. It was in the tradition of the house, and though Paul was not of the house, it seemed fitting that he should conform to its ways. Moreover, when the married sisters came to stay, they objected to having their children exposed to the tutor's influence, and even implied that Paul's society might be contaminating. But Undine, though she had so readily embraced her husband's faith, stubbornly resisted the suggestion.

Starting point is 12:30:03 that she should hand over her son to the church. The tutor, therefore, remained, but the friction caused by his presence was so irritating to Undine that she began to consider the alternative of sending Paul to school. He was still small and tender for the experiment, but she persuaded herself that what he needed was hardening, and having heard of a school where fashionable infancy was subjected to this process, she entered into correspondence with the master.

Starting point is 12:30:29 His first letter convinced her that his establishment was just the place for Paul. But the second contained the price list, and after comparing it with the tutor's keep and salary, she wrote to say she feared her little boy was too young to be sent away from home. Her husband, for some time passed, had ceased to make any comment on her expenditure. She knew, he thought her too extravagant, and felt sure he was minutely aware of what she spent. For San Deserre projected on economic details a light as different as might be from the haze that failed them in West End Avenue. She therefore concluded that Raymond's silence was intentional, and described it to his having shortcomings of his own to conceal. The Princess Estradina's pleasantry had reached its mark.

Starting point is 12:31:14 Undine did not believe that her husband was seriously in love with another woman. She could not conceive that anyone could tire of her, of whom she had not first tired. But she was humiliated by his indifference, and it was easier to ascribe it to the arts of a rival than to any deficiency in herself. It exasperated her to think that he might have consolations for the outward monotony of his life, and she resolved that when they returned to Paris, he should see that she was not without similar opportunities. March, meanwhile, was verging on April, and still he did not speak of leaving. Undine had learned that he expected to have such decisions left to him, and she hid her impatience, lest her showing it should incline him to delay.

Starting point is 12:31:57 But one day, as she sat at tea in the gallery, he came in his rise. clothing clothes and said, "'I've been over to the other side of the mountain. The February rains have weakened the dam of the Allet, and the vineyards will be in danger if we don't rebuild at once.' She suppressed a yawn, thinking as she did so how dull he always looked when he talked of agriculture. It made him seem years older, and she reflected with a shiver that listening to him

Starting point is 12:32:22 probably gave her the same look. He went on as she handed him his tea. "'I'm sorry it should happen just now. I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to give up your spring in Paris. Oh, no, no, she broke out. A throng of half-subdued grievances choked in her. She wanted to burst into sobs like a child. I know it's a disappointment,

Starting point is 12:32:47 but our expenses have been unusually heavy this year. It seems to me they always are. I don't see why we should give up Paris because you've got to make repairs to a damn. Isn't Hubert ever going to pay back that money? He looked at her with mild surprise. But surely you understood at the time that it won't be possible till his wife inherits. "'Till General Arlington dies, you mean? He doesn't look much older than you.'

Starting point is 12:33:14 "'You may remember that I showed you Ubert's note. He has paid the interest quite regularly. "'That's kind of him.' She stood up, flaming with rebellion. "'You can do as you please, but I mean to go to Paris.' My mother is not going. I didn't intend to open our apartments. I understand. But I shall open it.

Starting point is 12:33:38 That's all. He had risen, too, and she saw his face whiten. I prefer that you shouldn't go without me. Then I shall go and stay at the Nouveau-Lux with my American friends. That's never. Why not? I consider it unsuitable. You're considering it so doesn't prove it.

Starting point is 12:34:00 They stood facing each other, quivering with an equal anger. Then he controlled himself, and said in a more conciliatory tone, "'You never seem to see that there are necessities. Oh, neither do you. That's the trouble. You can't keep me shut up here all my life, and interfere with everything I want to do, just by saying it's unsuitable. I've never interfered with your spending your money as you please.'

Starting point is 12:34:25 It was her turn to stare, sincerely wondering, "'Mercy, I should hope not, when you've always grudged me every penny of yours.' "'You know it's not because I grudge it. I would gladly take her to Paris if I had the money. "'You can always find the money to spend on this place. Why don't you sell it if it's so fearfully expensive?' "'Sell it? Sell it. Sell San Desire.' The suggestion seems to strike him as something monstrous, almost fiendishly significant, as if her random word had at last thrust into his hand the clue to their whole unhappy difference. Without understanding this, she guessed it from the change in his face.

Starting point is 12:35:07 It was as if a deadly solvent had suddenly decomposed its familiar lines. Well, why not? His horror spurred her on. You might sell some of the things in it, anyhow. In America, we're not ashamed to sell what we can't afford to keep. Her eyes fell on the storied hangings at his own. back. Why, there's a fortune in this one room. You could get anything you chose for those tapestries, and you stand here and tell me you're a pauper.' His glance followed hers to the tapestries,

Starting point is 12:35:38 and then returned to her face. "'Ah, you don't understand,' he said. "'I understand that you care for all this old stuff more than you do for me, and that you'd rather see me unhappy and miserable than touch one of your great-grandfather's arm-chairs.' The color came slowly back to his face, but it hardened into lines she had never seen. He looked at her as though the place where she stood were empty. You don't understand, he said again. End of Chapter 40. Chapter 41 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton.

Starting point is 12:36:25 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The incident left Undine with the baffled feeling of not. not being able to count on any of her old weapons of aggression. In all her struggles for authority, her sense of the rightfulness of her cause had been measured by her power of making people do as she pleased. Raymond's firmness shook her faith in her own claims, and a blind desire to wound and destroy replaced her usual business-like intentness on gaining her end. But her ironies were as ineffectual as her arguments, and his imperviousness was the more exasperating, because she divined that some of the things she said would have hurt him if anyone else had

Starting point is 12:37:07 said them. It was the fact of their coming from her that made them innocuous. Even when, at the close of their talk, she had burst out, "'If you grudge me everything I care about, we'd better separate!' He had merely answered with a shrug. "'It's one of the things we don't do.' And the answer had been like the slamming of an iron door in her face. An interval of silent brooding had resulted in a reaction of rebellion. She dared not carry out her threat of joining her compatriots at the Nouveau-Lux. She had too clear a memory of the results of her former revolt, but neither could she submit to her present fate without attempting to make Raymond understand his selfish folly. She had failed to prove it by argument, but she had an inherited faith in

Starting point is 12:37:53 the value of practical demonstration. If he could be made to see how easily he could give her what she wanted, perhaps he might come round to her view. With this idea in mind, she had gone up to Paris for 24 hours on the pretext of finding a new nurse for Paul, and the steps then taken had enabled her, on the first occasion, to set her plan in motion. The occasion was furnished by Raymond's next trip to Bonn. He went off early one morning, leaving word that he should not be back till night, and on the afternoon of the same day, she stood at her usual post in the gallery, scanning the long perspective of the Poplar Avenue. She had not stood there long before a black speck at the end of the avenue, expanded into a motor that was presently throbbing at the entrance. Undine, at its approach, turned from the window, and as she moved down the gallery, her glance rested on the great tapestries, with their ineffable minglings of blue and rose, as complacently as though they had been mirrors reflecting her own image. She was still looking at them when the door opened, and a servant ushered in a small, swarthy man, who, in spite of his conspicuously London-made clothes, had an odd exotic air,

Starting point is 12:39:06 as if he had worn rings in his ears, or left a bale of spices at the door. He bowed to Undine, cast a rapid eye up and down the room, and then with his back to the windows, stood intensely contemplating the wall that faced them. Undine's heart was beating excitedly. She knew the old Marquis was taking her afternoon nap in her room, yet each sound in the silent house seemed to be that of her heels on the stairs. Ah, said the visitor. He began to pace slowly down the gallery, keeping his face to the tapestries,

Starting point is 12:39:42 like an actor playing to the footlights. Ah, he said again. To ease the tension of her nerves, Undine's. began. They were given by Louis XIV to the Marquis de Chelle, who— Their history has been published. The visitor briefly interposed, and she colored at her blunder. The swarthy stranger, fitting a pair of eyeglasses to a nose that was like an instrument of precision, had begun a closer and more detailed inspection of the tapestries. He seemed totally unmindful of her presence, and his air of lofty indifference was beginning to make her wish

Starting point is 12:40:18 she had not sent for him. His manner in Paris had been so different. Suddenly he turned and took off the glasses, which sprang back into a fold of his clothing like retracted feelers. Yes. He stood and looked at her without seeing her. Very well. I have brought down a gentleman. A gentleman? The greatest American collector. He buys only the best. He will not be long in Paris, and it was his only chance of coming down. Undine drew herself up. I don't understand. I never said the tapestries were for sale. Precisely, but this gentleman buys only things that are not for sale. It sounded dazzling, and she wavered.

Starting point is 12:41:01 I don't know. You were only to put a price on them. Let me see him look at them first. Then I'll put a price on them. He chuckled, and without waiting for her answer, he went to the door and opened it. The gesture revealed the fur-coated back of a gentleman who, stood at the opposite end of the hall, examining the bust of a 17th century field-martial. The dealer addressed the back respectfully. Mr. Moffat? Moffat, who appeared to be interested in the bust, glanced over his shoulder without moving.

Starting point is 12:41:34 See here. His glance took in on Dean, widened to astonishment, and passed into apostrophe. Well, if this ain't the darnedest! He came forward and took her by both hands. Why, what on earth are you doing down here? She laughed and blushed, in a tremor at the odd turn of the adventure. I live here, didn't you know? Not a word. Never thought of asking the party's name. He turned jovially to the bowing dealer. Say, I told you those tapestry'd have to be out and outers to make up for the trip,

Starting point is 12:42:07 but now I see I was mistaken. Undine looked at him curiously. His physical appearance was unchanged. He was as compact and ruddy as ever. with the same astute eyes, under the same guileless brow, but his self-confidence had become less aggressive, and she had never seen him so gallantly at ease. I didn't know you'd become a great collector.

Starting point is 12:42:30 The greatest, didn't he tell you? I thought that was why I was allowed to come. She hesitated. Of course you know the tapestries are not for sale. That's so. I thought that was only his dodge to get me down. Well, I'm glad they ain't. It'll give us more time to talk.

Starting point is 12:42:49 Watch in hand, the dealer intervened. If, nevertheless, you would first take a glance, our train— It ain't mine, Moffat interrupted. At least not if there's a later one. Undine's presence of mind had returned. Of course there is, she said gaily. She led the way back into the gallery, half-hoping the dealer would allege a pressing reason for departure. She was excited and amused at Moffat's unexpected appearance,

Starting point is 12:43:16 but humiliated that he should suspect her of being in financial straits. She never wanted to see Moffat except when she was happy and triumphant. The dealer had followed the other two into the gallery, and there was a moment's pause while they all stood silently before the tapestries. By George! Moffat finally brought out. They're historical, you know. The king gave them to Raymond's great-great-grandfather.

Starting point is 12:43:42 The other day when I was in Paris, Undine hurried on. I asked Mr. Fly-Shower to come down some time and tell us what they're worth, and he seems to have misunderstood, to have thought we meant to sell them. She addressed herself more pointedly to the dealer. I'm sorry you've had the trip for nothing. Mr. Flyshower inclined himself eloquently. It is not nothing to have seen such beauty.

Starting point is 12:44:05 Moffat gave him a humorous look. I'd hate to see Mr. Fly-shower miss his train. I shall not miss it. I miss nothing, said Mr. Fly-shower. He bowed to Undine and backed toward the door. "'See here,' Moffat called to him as he reached the threshold. "'You let the motor take you to the station, and charge up this trip to me.' When the door closed, he turned to Undine with a laugh.

Starting point is 12:44:30 "'Well, this beats the band. I thought, of course, you were living up in Paris.' Again she felt a twinge of embarrassment. "'Oh, French people. I mean my husband's kind. Always spend a part of the year on their estates.' But not this part, do they? Why, everything's humming up there now. I was dining at the Nouveau-Lux last night with the Driscolls and Shalums and Mrs. Roliver, and all your old crowd were there whooping things up. The Driscolls and Shalms and Mrs. Roliver.

Starting point is 12:45:01 How carelessly he reeled off their names! One could see from his tone that he was one of them, and wanted her to know it. And nothing could have given her a completer sense of his achievement, of the number of millions he must be worth. It must have come about very recently, yet he was already at ease in his new honours. He had the metropolitan tone. While she examined him with these thoughts in her mind, she was aware of his giving her as close a scrutiny. "'But I suppose you've got your own crowd now,' he continued.

Starting point is 12:45:32 "'You always were a lap ahead of me.' He sent his glance down the lordly length of the room. "'It's sort of funny to see you in this kind of place. But you look it. You always do look it. She laughed. So do you. I was just thinking it.

Starting point is 12:45:50 Their eyes met. I suppose you must be awfully rich. He laughed, too, holding her eyes. Oh, out of sight. The consolidation set me on my feet. I own pretty near the whole of apex. I came down to buy these tapestries from my private car. The familiar accent of hyperbole exhilarated her.

Starting point is 12:46:11 I don't suppose I could. stop you if you really wanted them. Nobody can stop me now if I want anything. They were looking at each other with challenge and complicity in their eyes. His voice, his look, all the loud, confident, vigorous things he embodied and expressed set her blood beating with curiosity. I didn't know you and Roliver were friends, she said. Oh, Jim. His accent verged on the protective. Old Jim's all right. He's in Congress now. I've got to have somebody up in Washington. He had thrust his hands in his pockets, and with his head thrown back and his lips shaped

Starting point is 12:46:50 to the familiar noiseless whistle was looking slowly and discerningly about him. Presently his eyes reverted to her face. "'So this is what I helped you to get,' he said. "'I've always meant to run over some day and take a look. What is it they call you, a marquise?' She paled a little, and then flushed again. "'What made you do it?' she broke out abruptly. "'I've often wondered.'

Starting point is 12:47:17 He laughed. "'What? Lend you a hand? Why, my business instinct, I suppose. I saw you were in a tight place that time I ran across you in Paris, and I hadn't any grudge against you. Fact is, I've never had the time to nurse old scores, and if you neglect him, they die off like goldfish.' He was still composedly regarding her.

Starting point is 12:47:38 It's funny to think of you're having settled down to this kind of life. I hope you've got what you wanted. This is a great place you live in.' "'Yes, but I see a little too much of it. We live here most of the year.' She had meant to give him the illusion of success, but some underlying community of instinct drew the confession from her lips.

Starting point is 12:47:59 "'That's so. Why on earth don't you cut it and come up to Paris?' "'Oh, Raymond's absorbed in the estates, and we haven't got the money. This place eats it all up.' Well, that sounds aristocratic, but ain't it rather out of date? When the swells are hard up nowadays, they generally chip off an heirloom. He wheeled round again to the tapestries. There are a good many pair of seasons hanging right here on this wall.

Starting point is 12:48:27 Yes, I know. She tried to check herself, to summon up a glittering equivocation. But his face, his voice, the very words he used, were like so many hammerstrokes demolishing the unrealities that imprisoned her. Here was someone who spoke her language, who knew her meanings, who understood instinctively all the deep-seated wants for which her acquired vocabulary had no terms, and as she talked, she once more seemed to herself intelligent, eloquent, and interesting. Of course, it's frightfully lonely down here, she began, and through the opening made by the admission, the whole flood of her grievances poured forth.

Starting point is 12:49:07 She tried to let him see that she had not sacrificed herself for nothing. She touched on the superiority of her situation. She gilded the circumstances of which she called herself the victim, and let titles, offices, and attributes shed their utmost lustre on her tail. But what she had to boast of seemed small and tinkling, compared with the evidences of his power. "'Well, it's a downright shame you don't go round more,' he kept saying, and she felt ashamed of her tame acceptance of her fate.

Starting point is 12:49:37 When she had told her story she asked for his, and for the first time listened to it with interest. He had had what he wanted at last. The Apex Consolidation Scheme, after a long interval of suspense, had obtained its charter and shot out huge ramifications. Rolliver had stood in with him at the critical moment, and between them they had chucked out old Harmon B. Driscoll bag and baggage, and got the whole town in their control. Absorbed in his theme, and forgetting her inability to follow him, and, and betweening her inability to follow him, him, Moffat launched out on an epic recital of plot and counterplot, and she hung, anew desdemona, on his conflict with the new anthropophagy. It was of no consequence that the

Starting point is 12:50:19 details and the technicalities escaped her. She knew their meaningless syllables stood for success, and what that meant was as clear as day to her. Every Wall Street term had its equivalent in the language of Fifth Avenue, and while he talked of building up railways, she was building up palaces, and picturing all the multiple lives he would lead in them. To have things had always seemed to her the first essential of existence, and as she listened to him, the vision of the things he would have unrolled itself before her, like the long triumph of an Asiatic conqueror. "'And what are you going to do next?' she asked, almost breathlessly, when he had ended.

Starting point is 12:50:59 "'Oh, there's always a lot to do next. Business never goes to sleep.' "'Yes, but I mean besides business.' "'Why, everything I can, I guess.' He leaned back in his chair with an air of placid power, as if he were so sure of getting what he wanted, that there was no longer any use in hurrying, huge as his vistas had become. She continued to question him,

Starting point is 12:51:24 and he began to talk of his growing passion for pictures and furniture, and of his desire to form a collection which should be a great representative assemblage of unmatched specimens. As he spoke, she saw his expression change, and his eyes grow younger, almost boyish, with a concentrated look in them that reminded her of long-forgotten things. I mean to have the best, you know, not just to get ahead of the other fellows, but because I know it when I see it. I guess that's the only good reason, he concluded.

Starting point is 12:51:54 And he added, looking at her with a smile. It was what you were always after, wasn't it? End of Chapter 41. Chapter 42 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Undine had gained her point, and the Entrasal of the Hotel de Shell reopened its doors for the season. Ubert and his wife, in expectation of the birth of an heir,

Starting point is 12:52:30 had withdrawn to the sumptuous chateau, which General Arlington had hired for them near Compienne, and And Andein was at least spared the sight of their bright windows and animated stairway. But she had to take her share of the felicitations which the whole far-reaching circle of friends and relations distributed to every member of Hubert's family on the approach of the happy event. Nor was this the hardest of her trials. Raymond had done what she asked. He had stood out against his mother's protests, set aside considerations of prudence and consented to go up to Paris for two months, but he had done so on the understanding that during their stay they should exercise the most unremitting

Starting point is 12:53:14 economy. As dinner-giving put the heaviest strain on their budget, all hospitality was suspended, and when Undine attempted to invite a few friends informally, she was warned that she could not do so without causing the gravest offence to the many others genealogically entitled to the same attention. Raymond's insistence on this rule was simply part of an elaborate and inveterate system of relations. The whole of French social life seemed to depend on the exact interpretation of that word, and Undine felt the uselessness of struggling against such mysterious inhibitions.

Starting point is 12:53:51 He reminded her, however, that their inability to receive would give them all the more opportunity for going out, and he showed himself more socially disposed than in the past. but his concession did not result as she had hoped. They were asked out as much as ever, but they were asked to big dinners, to impersonal crushes, to the kind of entertainment it is a slight to be emitted from, but no compliment to be included in.

Starting point is 12:54:17 Nothing could have been more galling to Undine, and she frankly bewailed the fact to Madame de Trezac. Of course it's what was sure to come of being mewed up for months and months in the country. We're out of everything, and the people who are having a good time are simply too busy to remember us. We're only asked to things that are made up from visiting lists. Madame de Trezac listened sympathetically,

Starting point is 12:54:41 but did not suppress a candid answer. It's not altogether that, my dear. Raymond's not a man his friends forget. It's rather more, if you'll excuse my saying so. The fact of your being, you personally, in the wrong set. "'The wrong set! Why, I'm in his set. The one that thinks itself too good for all the others. That's what you've always told me when I've said it bored me.' "'Well, that's what I mean.' Madame de Trezac took the plunge. "'It's not a question of your being bored.'

Starting point is 12:55:20 "'Undine colored, but she could take the hardest thrusts where her personal interest was involved. "'You mean that I'm the bore, then?' Well, you don't work hard enough. You don't keep up. It's not that they don't admire you, your looks, I mean. They think you beautiful. They're delighted to bring you out at their big dinners with the sevres and the plate. But a woman has got to be something more than good looking to have a chance to be intimate with them. She's got to know what's being said about things. I watched you the other night at the Duchesses, and half the time you hadn't an idea what they were talking about. I haven't always either, but then I have to put up with the

Starting point is 12:56:00 big dinners." Undine winced under the criticism, but she had never lacked insight into the cause of her own failures, and she had already had premonitions of what Madame de Thrasac so bluntly phrased. When Raymond ceased to be interested in her conversation, she had concluded it was the way of husbands, but since then it had been slowly dawning on her that she produced the same effect on others. Her entrances were always triumphs, but they had no sequel. As soon as people began to talk, they ceased to see her. Any sense of insufficiency exasperated her, and she had vague thoughts of cultivating herself, and went so far as to spend a morning in the Louvre and go to one or two lectures by a fashionable philosopher. But though she returned

Starting point is 12:56:48 from these expeditions charged with opinions, their expression did not excite the interest she had hoped. Her views, if abundant, were confused, and the more she said, the more nebulous they seemed to grow. She was disconcerted, moreover, by finding that everybody appeared to know about the things she thought she had discovered, and her comments clearly produced more bewilderment than interest. Remembering the attention she had attracted on her first appearance in Raymond's world, she concluded that she had gone off, or grown dowdy, and instead of wasting more time in museums and lecture halls, she prolonged her hours at the dressmakers and gave up the rest of the day to the scientific cultivation of her beauty.

Starting point is 12:57:32 I suppose I've turned into a perfect frump down there in that wilderness, she lamented to Madame de Thrasac, who replied inexorably, oh no, you're as handsome as ever, but people here don't go on looking at each other forever, as they do in London. Meanwhile, financial cares became more pressing. A dunning letter from one of her tradesmen fell into Raymond's hands, and the talk it led to ended in his making clear to her that she must settle her personal debts without his aid. All the scenes about money which had disturbed her past

Starting point is 12:58:07 had ended in some mysterious solution of her difficulty. Disagreable as they were, she had always, vulgarly speaking, found they paid. But now it was she who was expecting to be. to pay. Remand took his stand without ill-temper or apology. He simply argued from inveterate precedent. But it was impossible for Undine to understand a social organization which did not regard the indulging of woman as its first purpose, or to believe that anyone taking another view was not moved by avarice or malice, and the discussion ended in mutual acrimony. The morning afterward, Raymond came into her room with a letter in his hand.

Starting point is 12:58:49 "'Is this your doing?' he asked. His look and voice expressed something she had never known before, the disciplined anger of a man trained to keep his emotions in fixed channels, but knowing how to fill them to the brim. The letter was from Mr. Fleischhauer, who begged to transmit to the Marquis de Shell an offer for his Bouchet tapestries from a client prepared to pay the large sum,

Starting point is 12:59:13 named on condition that it was accepted before his approaching departure for America. What does it mean? Raymond continued, as she did not speak. How should I know? It's a lot of money, she stammered, shaken out of herself possession. She had not expected so prompt a sequel to the dealer's visit, and she was vexed with him for writing to Raymond without consulting her. But she recognized Moffat's high-handed way,

Starting point is 12:59:41 and her fears faded in the great blaze of the sum he offered. Her husband was still looking at her. It was Fleyshauer who brought a man down to see the tapestries, one day when I was away at Bun. He had known then. Everything was known at Sandeser. She wavered a moment, and then gave him back his look. Yes, it was Fleyshower, and I sent for him. You sent for him. He spoke in a voice so veiled and repressed that he seemed to be consciously saving it for some premeditated outbreak.

Starting point is 13:00:16 Undine felt its menace, but the thought of Moffat sent a flame through her, and the words he would have spoken seemed to fly to her lips. Why shouldn't I? Something had to be done? We can't go on as we are? I've tried my best to economize. I've scraped and scrimped and gone without heaps of things I've always had. I've moped for months and months at Sandezer, and given up sending Paul to school because it was too expensive, and asking my friends to dine because we couldn't afford it. "'And you expect me to go on living like this for the rest of my life, when all you've got to do is hold out your hand and have two million francs drop into it?' Her husband stood looking at her coldly and curiously, as though she were some alien apparition his eyes had never before beheld. "'Ah, that's your answer.

Starting point is 13:01:07 That's all you feel when you lay hands on things that are sacred to us.' He stopped a moment, and then let his voice break out with the voice. volume she had felt it to be gathering. "'And you're all alike,' he exclaimed. "'Every one of you. "'You come among us from a country we don't know, "'and can't imagine. "'A country you care for so little

Starting point is 13:01:28 "'that before you've been a day and hours "'you've forgotten the very house you were born in, "'if it wasn't torn down before you knew it. "'You come among us speaking our language "'and not knowing what we mean, "'wanting the things we want, "'and not knowing why we want them, "'aping our weaknesses,

Starting point is 13:01:44 exaggerating our follies, ignoring or ridiculing all we care about. You come from hotels as big as towns, and from towns as flimsy as paper, where the streets haven't had time to be named, and the buildings are demolished before they're dry, and the people are as proud of changing as we are upholding to what we have. And we're fools enough to imagine that because you copy our ways and pick up our slang, you understand anything about the things that make like decent and honorable for us. He stopped again, his white face and drawn nostrils giving him so much the look of an extremely distinguished actor and a fine part that in spite of the vehemence of his emotion, his silence

Starting point is 13:02:26 might have been the deliberate pause for a replique. Undine kept him waiting long enough to give the effect of having lost her cue. Then she brought out, with a little soft stare of incredulity. "'Do you mean to say you're going to refuse such an offer?' "'Ah!' He turned back from the door, and picking up the letter that lay on the table between them, tore it in pieces, and tossed the pieces on the floor. "'That's how I refuse it!'

Starting point is 13:02:54 The violence of his tone and gesture made her feel as though the fluttering strips were so many lashes laid across her face, and a rage that was half fear possessed her. "'How dare you speak to me like that? Nobody's ever dared to before. Is talking to a woman in that way one of the things you called decent and honorable? Now that I know what you feel about me, I don't want to stay in your house another day. And I don't mean to. I mean to walk out of it this very hour. For a moment, they stood face to face. The depths of their mutual incomprehension at last bared to each other's angry eyes. Then Raymond, his glance traveling past her, pointed to the fragments of paper on the

Starting point is 13:03:38 floor. If you're capable of that, you're capable of anything, he said, as he went out of the room. End of Chapter 42. Chapter 43 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. She watched him go in a kind of stupor, knowing that when they next met, he would be as courteous and self-possessed as if nothing had happened, but that everything would nevertheless go on in the same way, in his way, and that there was no more hope of shaking his resolve or altering his point of view than there would have been of transporting the deep-rooted masonry of San Deser by means of the wheeled supports on which Apex architecture performed its easy transits.

Starting point is 13:04:36 One of her childish rages possessed her, sweeping away every feeling save the primitive impulse to hurt and destroy. But search as she would, she could not find a crack in the strong armor of her husband's habits and prejudices. For a long time she continued to sit where he had left her, staring at the portraits on the walls, as though they had joined hands to imprison her. Hitherto she had almost always felt herself a match for circumstances, but now the very dead were leagued to defeat her, people she had never seen, and whose name she couldn't even remember seemed to be plotting and contriving against her under the escutcheoned gravestones of San Deser.

Starting point is 13:05:18 Her eyes turned to the old warm-toned furniture beneath the pictures, and to her own idle image in the mirror above the mantelpiece. Even in that one small room, there were enough things of price to buy a release from her most pressing cares. and the great house in which the room was a mere cell, and the other greater house in Burgundy, held treasures to deplete even such a purse as Moffat's. She liked to see such things about her. Without any real sense of their meaning, she felt them to be the appropriate setting of a pretty woman, to embody something of the rarness and distinction she had always considered she possessed,

Starting point is 13:05:58 and she reflected that if she had still been Moffat's wife, he would have given her such a setting, and the power to live in it as became her. The thought sent her memory flying back to things she had turned it from for years. For the first time since they're far-off weeks together, she let herself relive the brief adventure. She had been drawn to Elmer Moffat from the first, from the day when Ben Frusk, Indiana's brother, had brought him to a church picnic at Mulby's Grove,

Starting point is 13:06:29 and he had taken instant possession of Undine, sitting in the big stage beside her on the ride to the grove, supplanting Millard Bench, to whom she was still, though intermittently and incompletely, engaged, swinging her between the trees, rowing her on the lake, catching and kissing her in forfeits, awarding her the first prize in the beauty show he hilariously organized and gallantly carried out, and finally, no one knew how, contriving to borrow a buggy and a fast colt from Old Mulvey, and driving off with her at a 240 gate,

Starting point is 13:07:04 while Millard and the others took their dust in the crawling stage. No one in Apex knew where Young Moffat had come from, and he offered no information on the subject. He simply appeared one day behind the counter in Luckaback's Dollar Shoe store, drifted thence to the office of Semple and Binch the coal merchants, reappeared as the stenographer of the police court, and finally edged his way into the powerhouse of the Apex Waterworks. He boarded with old Mrs. Flynn down in North Fifth Street on the edge of the red-light slum.

Starting point is 13:07:37 He never went to church or attended lectures or showed any desire to improve or refine himself, but he managed to get himself invited to all the picnics and lodge sociables, and at a supper of the Phi Upsilon Society, to which he had contrived to affiliate himself, he made the best speech that had been heard there since young Jim Roliver's first flights. The brothers of Undine's friends all pronounced him, great, though he had fits of uncouthness that made the young women slower in admitting him to favor. But at the Mulvey's Grove picnic he suddenly seemed to dominate the mall, and Dundeen, as she drove away with him, tasted the public triumph which was necessary to

Starting point is 13:08:17 her personal enjoyment. After that he became a leading figure in the youthful world of Apex, and no one was surprised when the sons of Jannadab, the local temperance society, invited him to deliver their Fourth of July oration. The ceremony took place as usual in the Baptist Church, and Undine, all in white, with a red rose in her breast, sat just beneath the platform, with Indiana jealously glaring at her from a less privileged seat, and poor Millard's long neck craning over the row of prominent citizens behind the orator. Elmer Moffat had been magnificent, rolling out his alternating effects of humor and pathos, stirring his audience by moving references to the blue and the gray,

Starting point is 13:09:03 convulsing them by a new version of Washington and the cherry tree, in which the infant patriot was depicted as having cut down the tree to check the deleterious spread of cherry bounce, dazzling them by his erudite allusions and apt quotations. He confessed to Undine that he had sat up half the night over Bartlett, and winding up with a peroration that drew tears from the Grand Army pensioners in the front row, and caused the minister's wife to say that, many a sermon from that platform had been less uplifting.

Starting point is 13:09:33 An ice-cream's supper always followed the exercises, and as repairs were being made in the church basement, which was the usual scene of the festivity, the minister had offered the use of his house. The long table ran through the doorway between parlor and study, and another was set in the passage outside, with one end under the stairs. The stair-rail was wreathed in fireweed and early goldenrod, and temperance text and smilax decked the walls. When the first course had been dispatched, the young ladies, gallantly seconded by the younger of the sons, helped to ladle out and carry in the ice cream, which stood in great pails on the larder floor, and to replenish the jugs of lemonade and coffee. Elmer Moffit was indefatigable in

Starting point is 13:10:17 performing these services, and when the minister's wife pressed him to sit down and take a mouthful himself, he modestly declined the place reserved for him among the dignitaries of the evening, and withdrew with a few chosen spirits to the dim table end beneath the stairs. Explosions of hilarity came from this corner with increasing frequency, and now and then tumultuous wrappings and howls of song, song, followed by adjurations to, cough it up, and let her go, drowned the conversational efforts at the other table. At length the noise subsided, and the group was ceasing to attract attention, when, toward the end of the evening, the upper table, drooping under the lengthy elucabrations of the minister and the president of the Temperance Society, called on the orator of the day for a few remarks. There was an interval of scuffling and laughter beneath the stairs, and then the minister's lifted hand and joined silence, and Elmer Moffat got to his feet.

Starting point is 13:11:15 "'Step out where the ladies can hear you better, Mr. Moffat,' the minister called. "'Moffett did so, steadying himself against the table, and twisting his head about as if his collar had grown too tight. But if his bearing was vacillating, his smile was unabashed, and there was no lack of confidence in the glance he threw it on Dean's Bragg as he began. "'Ladies and gentlemen, if there's one thing I like better than another about getting drunk, and I like most everything about it except the next morning. It's the opportunity you've given me of doing it right here in the presence of the society, which, as I gather from its literature, knows more about the subject than anybody else.

Starting point is 13:11:55 Ladies and gentlemen, he straightened himself, and the tablecloth slid toward him. Ever since you honored me with an invitation to address you from the temperance platform, I've been assiduously studying that literature, and I've gathered from your own evidence, what I'd strongly suspected before, that all your converted drunkards had a hell of a good time before you got at him, and that, and that a good many of them have gone on having it since.

Starting point is 13:12:23 At this point he broke off, swept the audience with his confident smile, and then, collapsing, tried to sit down on a chair that didn't happen to be there, and disappeared among his agitated supporters. There was a nightmare moment during which Undine, through the doorway, saw Ben Frusk and the others close about the fallen orator to the crash of crockery and tumbling chairs. Then someone jumped up and shut the parlor door, and a long-necked Sunday school teacher, who had been nervously waiting his chance, and had almost given it up, rose from his feet and recited high-tide at Gettysburg amid hysterical applause. The scandal was considerable,

Starting point is 13:13:03 but Moffat, though he vanished from the social horizon, managed to keep his place in the powerhouse till he went off for a week, and turned up again without being able to give a satisfactory reason for his absence. After that, he drifted from one job to another, now, extolled for his smartness and business capacity, now dismissed in disgrace as an irresponsible loafer. His head was always full of immense, nebulous schemes for the enlargement and development of any business he happened to be employed in. Sometimes his suggestions interested his employers, but proved unpractical and inapplicable.

Starting point is 13:13:38 Sometimes he wore out their patience or was thought to be a dangerous dreamer. Whenever he found there was no hope of his ideas being adopted, he lost interest in the work, came late and left early, or disappeared for two or three days at a time without troubling himself to account for his absences. At last, even those who had been cynical enough

Starting point is 13:13:58 to smile over his disgrace at the temperance supper began to speak of him as a hopeless failure, and he lost the support of the feminine community, when one morning, just as the Baptist and Methodist churches were releasing their congregations, he walked up Yubaw Avenue with a young woman, less known to those sacred edifices, than to the saloons of North Fifth Street. Undine's estimate of people had always been based on their apparent power of getting what they wanted, provided it came under the category of things she understood wanting. Success was beauty and romance to her. Yet it was at the moment when Elmer Moffat's

Starting point is 13:14:35 failure was the most complete and flagrant that she suddenly felt the extent of his power. After the Ubaugh Avenue scandal, he had been asked not to return to the surveyor's office to which Ben Frusk had managed to get him admitted, and on the day of his dismissal, he met Undine in Main Street, at the shopping hour, and sauntering up cheerfully, invited her to take a walk with him. She was about to refuse when she saw Millard Binch's mother looking at her disapprovingly from the opposite street corner. Oh, well I will, she said, and they walked the length of Main Street and out to the immature park in which it ended. She was in a mood of aimless discontent and unrest, tired of her engagement

Starting point is 13:15:16 to Millard Bench, disappointed with Moffat, half ashamed of being seen with him, and yet not sorry to have it known that she was independent enough to choose her companions without regard to the apex verdict. Well, I suppose you know I'm down and out, he began. and she responded virtuously. You must have wanted to be, or you wouldn't have behaved the way you did last Sunday. Oh, shucks, he sneered. What do I care in a one-horse place like this? If it hadn't been for you, I'd have got to move on long ago.

Starting point is 13:15:50 She did not remember afterward what else he said. She only recalled the expression of a great sweeping scorn of apex, into which her own disdain of it was absorbed like a drop in the sea, and the affirmation of a soaring self-confidence that seemed to lift her on wings. All her own attempts to get what she wanted had come to nothing, but she had always attributed her lack of success to the fact that she had had no one to second her. It was strange that Elmer Moffat, a shiftless outcast from even the small world she despised, should give her, in the very moment of his downfall,

Starting point is 13:16:25 the sense of being able to succeed where she had failed. It was a feeling she never had in his absence, but that his nearness always instantly revived, and he seemed nearer to her now than he had ever been. They wandered on to the edge of the vague park, and sat down on a bench behind the empty bandstand. I went with that girl on purpose, and you know it. He broke out abruptly. It makes me too damned sick to see Millard Binch going round looking as if he'd patented you. You've got no right.

Starting point is 13:16:58 She interrupted, and suddenly she was in his arms, and feeling that no one had ever kissed her before. The week that followed was a big, bright blur, the wildest, vividest moment of her life, and it was only eight days later that they were in the train together, Apex and all her plans and promises behind them, and a bigger and brighter blur ahead, into which they were plunging as the limited plunged into the sunset. Undine stood up, looking about her with vague eyes, as if she had come back from a long distance. Elmer Moffat was still in Paris. He was in reach, within telephone call. She stood hesitating a moment. Then she went into her dressing room, and turning over the pages of the telephone book,

Starting point is 13:17:46 looked out the number of the Nouveau Lux. End of Chapter 43. Chapter 44 of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Undine had been right in supposing that her husband would expect their life to go on as before. There was no appreciable change in the situation, save that he was more often absent, finding abundant reasons, agricultural and political, for frequent trips to San Deser, and that when in Paris

Starting point is 13:18:27 he no longer showed any curiosity concerning her occupations and engagements. They lived as much apart as if their cramped domicile had been a palace, and when Undine, as she now frequently did, joined the shallums or Rolivers for a dinner at the Nouveau-Lux,

Starting point is 13:18:45 or a party at a Petit Teatro, she was not put to the trouble of prevaricating. Her first impulse, after her scene with Raymond, had been to ring up Indiana Rolliver and invite herself to dine. It chanced that Indiana, who was now in full social progress, and had run over for a few weeks

Starting point is 13:19:04 to get her dresses for Newport, had organized for the same evening, a showy cosmopolitan banquet in which she was enchanted to include the Marquise de Chelle, and Undine, as she had hoped, found Elmer Moffat of the party. When she drove up to the Nouveau-Lux,

Starting point is 13:19:20 she had not fixed on any plan of action, but once she had crossed its magic threshold, her energies revived like plants and water. At last she was in her native air again, among associations she shared, and conventions she understood, and all her self-confidence returned, as the familiar accents uttered the accustomed things. Save for an occasional, pervunctory call, she had hitherto made no effort to see her compatriots, and she noticed that Mrs. Jim Driscoll and Bertha Shalham received her with a touch. of constraint, but it vanished when they remarked the cordiality of Moffat's greeting. Her seat was at his side, and her old sense of triumph returned, as she perceived the importance

Starting point is 13:20:04 his notice conferred, not only in the eyes of her own party, but of the other diners. Moffat was evidently a notable figure in all the worlds represented about the crowded tables, and Undine saw that many people who seemed personally unacquainted with him were recognizing and pointing him out. She was conscious of receiving a large share of the attention he attracted, and, bathed again in the bright air of publicity, she remembered the evening when Raymond DeShelle's first admiring glance had given her the same sense of triumph. This inopportune memory did not trouble her. She was almost grateful to Raymond for giving her the touch of superiority her compatriots clearly felt in her. It was not merely her title and her situation, but the experiences

Starting point is 13:20:50 she had gained through them, that gave her this advantage over the loud, vague company. She had learned things they did not guess, shades of conduct, turns of speech, tricks of attitude, and easy and free and enviable as she thought them, she would not for the world have been back among them at the cost of knowing no more than they. Moffat made no allusion to his visit to San Deserre, but when the party had regrouped itself about coffee and liqueurs on the terrace, he bent over to ask Conver. What about my tapestries?

Starting point is 13:21:24 She replied in the same tone. You oughtn't to have let Fly Shower write that letter. My husband's furious. He seemed honestly surprised. Why? Didn't I offer him enough? He's furious that anyone should offer anything. I thought when he found out what they were worth he might be tempted, but he'd rather see me starve than part with one of his grandfather's snuff-boxes.

Starting point is 13:21:49 Well, he knows now what the tapestries are worth. I offered more than Fly Shower advised. Yes, but you were in too much of a hurry. I've got to be. I'm going back next week. She felt her eyes cloud with disappointment. Oh, why do you? I hoped you might stay on.

Starting point is 13:22:10 They looked at each other uncertainly a moment. Then he dropped his voice to say, Even if I did, I probably shouldn't see anything of you. "'Why not? Why won't you come and see me? I've always wanted to be friends.' He came the next day and found in her drawing-room two ladies whom she introduced as her sisters-in-law. The ladies lingered on for a long time, sipping their tea stiffly and exchanging low-voiced remarks while Undine talked with Moffat. And when they left, with small, sidelong bows in his direction, Undine exclaimed, "'Now you see how they all watch me.'

Starting point is 13:22:49 She began to go into the details of her married life, drawing on the experiences of the first months for instances that scarcely applied to her present liberated state. She could thus, without great exaggeration, picture herself as entrapped into a bondage hardly conceivable to Moffat, and she saw him redden with excitement as he listened. I call it darned low, darned low, he broke in at intervals. Of course I go round more now,

Starting point is 13:23:18 she concluded, "'I mean to see my friends. I don't care what he says.' "'What can he say?' "'Oh, he despises Americans. They all do.' "'Well, I guess we can still sit up and take nourishment.' They laughed and slipped back to talking of earlier things.

Starting point is 13:23:37 She urged him to put off his sailing. There were so many things they might do together, sightseeing and excursions. And she could perhaps show him some of the private collections he hadn't seen, the ones it was hard to get admitted to. This instantly roused his attention, and after naming one or two collections he had already seen, she hit on one he had found inaccessible and was particularly anxious to visit. There's an anger there that's one of the things I came over to have a look at,

Starting point is 13:24:04 but I was told there was no use trying. Oh, I can easily manage it, the dukes, Raymond's uncle. It gave her a peculiar satisfaction to say it. she felt as though she were taking a surreptitious revenge on her husband. But he's down in the country this week, she continued, and no one, not even the family, is allowed to see the pictures when he's away. Of course, his angra are the finest in France. She ran it off glibly, though a year ago she had never heard of the painter, and did not even now remember whether he was an old master or one of the very new ones whose names one hadn't had time to learn.

Starting point is 13:24:42 Moffat put off sailing, saw the Duke's Angra under her guidance, and accompanied her to various other private galleries inaccessible to strangers. She had lived in almost total ignorance of such opportunities, but now that she could use them to advantage, she showed a surprising quickness in picking up tips, ferreting out rare things, and getting a sight of hidden treasures. She even acquired as much of the jargon as a pretty woman needs to produce the impression of being well-informed, and Moffat's sailing was more than once postponed. They saw each other almost daily, for she continued to come and go as she pleased, and Raymond showed neither surprise nor disapproval. When they were asked to family dinners, she usually excused herself at the last moment

Starting point is 13:25:28 on the plea of a headache, and calling up Indiana or Bertha Shalham improvised a little party at the Nouveau Lux, and on other occasions she accepted such invitations as she chose, without mentioning to her husband where she was going. In this world of lavish pleasures, she lost what little prudence the discipline of San Deserre had inculcated. She could never be with people who had all the things she envied without being hypnotized into the belief that she had only to put her hand out to obtain them,

Starting point is 13:25:57 and all the unassuaged rancers and hungers of her early days in West End Avenue came back with increased acuity. She knew her want so much better now, and was so much more worthy of the things she wanted. She had given up hoping that her father might make another hit in Wall Street. Mr. Sprague's letters gave the impression that the days of big strokes were over for her husband, that he had gone down in the conflict with forces beyond his measure. If he had remained an apex, the tide of its new prosperity might have carried him to wealth,

Starting point is 13:26:30 but New York's huge waves of success had submerged instead of floating him, and Rolliver's enmity was a hand perpetually stretched out to strike him lower. At most, Mr. Sprague's tenacity would keep him at the level he now held, and though he and his wife had still further simplified their way of living, Undine understood that their self-denial would not increase her opportunities. She felt no compunction in continuing to accept an undiminished allowance. It was the hereditary habit of the parent animal to despoil himself for his progeny. But this conviction did not seem incompatible with a sentimental pity for her parents.

Starting point is 13:27:08 Aside from all interested motives, she wished for their own sakes that they were better off. Their personal requirements were pathetically limited, but renewed prosperity would at least have procured them the happiness of giving her what she wanted. Moffat lingered on, but he began to speak more definitely of sailing, and Undine foresaw the day when, strong as her attraction was, stronger influences would snap it like a thread. She knew she interested and amused him, and that it flattered his vanity to be seen with her,

Starting point is 13:27:40 and to hear that rumor coupled their names. But he gave her, more than anyone she had ever known, the sense of being detached from his life, in control of it, and able, without weakness or uncertainty, to choose which of its calls he should obey. If the call were that of business, of any of the great perilous affairs he handled like a snake-charm, or spinning the deadly reptiles about his head, she knew she would drop from his life like a

Starting point is 13:28:07 loosened leaf. These anxieties sharpened the intensity of her enjoyment, and made the contrast keener between her crowded, sparkling hours and the vacant months at San Desaire. Little, as she understood of the qualities that made Moffat what he was, the results were of the kind most palpable to her. He used life exactly as she would have used it in his place. Some of his enjoyment were beyond her range, but even these appealed to her because of the money that was required to gratify them. When she took him to see some inaccessible picture, or went with him to inspect the treasures of a famous dealer, she saw that the things he looked at moved him in a way she could not understand, and that the actual touching of rare textures, bronze or marble, or velvets

Starting point is 13:28:54 flushed with the bloom of age, gave him sensations like those her own beauty had once roused in him. But the next moment he was laughing over some commonplace joke, or absorbed in a long cipher cable handed to him as they re-entered the Nouveau-Lux for tea, and his aesthetic emotions had been thrust back into their compartment of the great steel-strong box of his mind. Her new life went on without comment or interference from her husband, and she saw that he had accepted their altered relation, and intended merely to keep up an external semblance of harmony. To that semblance she knew he attached intense importance. It was an article of his complicated social creed that a man of his class should appear to live on good terms with his wife. For different reasons it was scarcely less important to Undine. She had no wish to affront again the social reprobation that had so nearly wrecked her.

Starting point is 13:29:47 But she could not keep up the life she was leading without more money, a great deal more money, and the thought of contracting her expenditure was no longer tolerated. One afternoon, several weeks later, she came in to find a tradesman's representative waiting with the bill. There was a noisy scene in the ante-room before the man threateningly withdrew, a scene witnessed by the servants, and overheard by her mother-in-law, whom she found seated in the drawing-room when she entered. The old Marquise's visits to her daughter-in-law were made at long intervals, but with ritual regularity. She called every other Friday at five,

Starting point is 13:30:25 and Undine had forgotten that she was due that day. This did not make for greater cordiality between them, and the altercation in the ante-room had been too loud for concealment. The Marquise was on her feet when her daughter-in-law came in, and instantly said with lowered eyes, It would perhaps be best for me to go. Oh, I don't care. You're welcome to tell Raymond you've heard me insulted

Starting point is 13:30:49 because I'm too poor to pay my bills. He knows it well enough already. The words broke from Undine, but once spoken, they nourished her defiance. I am sure my son has frequently recommended greater prudence, the Marquis murmured. Yes, it's a pity he didn't recommend it to your other son instead. All the money I was entitled to has gone to pay Ubert's debts.

Starting point is 13:31:15 Raymond has told me there are certain things you fail to understand. I have no wish whatever to discuss them. The Marquis had gone toward the door. with her hand on it she paused to add, I shall say nothing whatever what happens. Her icy magnanimity added the last touch to Undine's wrath. They knew her extremity, one and all, and it did not move them. At most, they would join in concealing it like a blot on their honor.

Starting point is 13:31:45 And the menace grew and mounted, and not a hand was stretched to help her. Hardly a half hour earlier, Moffat, with whom she, had been visiting a private view, had sent her home and his motor with the excuse that he must hurry back to the Nouveau-Lux to meet his stenographer and sign a batch of letters for the New York Mail. It was therefore probable that he was still at home, that she should find him if she hastened there at once. An overwhelming desire to cry out her wrath and wretchedness brought her to her feet and sent her down to hail a passing cab. As it whirled her through the bright streets, powdered with amber sunlight, her brain throbbed with confused intentions. She did not think of

Starting point is 13:32:26 Moffat as a power she could use, but simply as someone who knew her and understood her grievance. It was essential to her at that moment to be told that she was right and that everyone opposed to her was wrong. At the hotel she asked his number and was carried up in the lift. On the landing, she paused a moment, disconcerted. It had occurred to her that he might not be alone. But she walked on quickly, found the number, and knocked. Moffat opened the door, and she glanced beyond him, and saw that the big, bright sitting-room was empty. "'Hello?' he exclaimed, surprised, and as he stood aside to let her enter, she saw him

Starting point is 13:33:08 draw at his watch and glance at it surreptitiously. He was expecting someone, or he had an engagement elsewhere. Something claimed him from which she was excluded. The thought flushed her with sudden resolution. She knew now what she had come for, to keep him from everyone else, to keep him for herself alone. "'Don't send me away,' she said, and laid her hand on his beseechingly. End of Chapter 44. Chapter 45 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. She advanced into the room, and slowly looked about her. The big, vulgar writing table reed in bronze was heaped with letters and papers.

Starting point is 13:34:04 Among them stood a lapis bowl in a Renaissance mounting of enamel and a vase of Phoenician glass that was like a bit of rainbow caught in cobwebs. On a table against the window, a little Greek marble lifted its pure lines. On every side some rare and sensitive object seemed to be shrinking back from the false colors and crude contours of the hotel furniture. There were no books in the room, but the florid console under the mirror was stacked with old numbers of town talk and the New York radiator. Undine recalled the dingy hallroom that Moffat had lodged in at Mrs. Flynn's over Hober's livery stable, and her heart beat at the signs of his altered state. When her eyes came back to him, their lids were moist.

Starting point is 13:34:52 "'Don't send me away,' she repeated. He looked at her and smiled. "'What is it? What's the matter?' "'I don't know. But I had to come. Today when you spoke again of sailing, I felt as if I couldn't stand it.' She lifted her eyes and looked in his profoundly. He reddened a little under her gaze, but she could detect no softening or confusion in the shrewd, steady glance he gave her back.

Starting point is 13:35:22 Things going wrong again, is that the trouble? He merely asked, with a comforting inflection. They always are wrong. It's all been an awful mistake. But I shouldn't care if you were here and I could see you sometimes. You're so strong. That's what I feel about you, Elmer. I was the only one to feel at that time they all turned against you at a day pecks. Do you remember the afternoon I met you down on Main Street, and we walked out to together to the park. I knew then that you were stronger than any of them.

Starting point is 13:35:58 She had never spoken more sincerely. For the moment, all thought of self-interest was in abeyance, and she felt again, as she had felt that day, the instinctive yearning of her nature to be one with his. Something in her voice must have attested it, for she saw a change in his face. You're not the beauty you were, he said irrelevantly. But you're a lot more fetching. The oddly qualified praise made her laugh with mingled pleasure and annoyance. I suppose I must be dreadfully changed. You're all right.

Starting point is 13:36:36 But I've got to go back home. He broke off abruptly. I've put it off too long. She paled and looked away, helpless in her sudden disappointment. I knew you'd say that, and I shall just be left here. She sat down on the sofa near which they had been standing, and two tears formed on her lashes and fell. Moffat sat down beside her, and both were silent.

Starting point is 13:37:03 She had never seen him at a loss before. She made no attempt to draw nearer, or to use any of the arts of cajolery. But presently, she said, without rising. I saw you look at your watch when I came in, I suppose somebody else is waiting for you. It doesn't matter. Some other woman.

Starting point is 13:37:24 It doesn't matter. I've wondered so often, but of course I've got no right to ask. She stood up slowly, understanding that he meant to let her go. Just tell me one thing. Did you never miss me? Oh, damnably. He brought out with sudden bitterness. She came nearer, sinking her voice to a low whisper.

Starting point is 13:37:51 It's the only time I ever really cared. All through. He had risen, too, and they stood intensely gazing at each other. Malfat's face was fixed and grave, as she had seen it in hours she now found herself rapidly reliving. I believe you did, he said. Oh, Elmer, if I'd known, if I'd only known, He made no answer, and she turned away, touching with an unconscious hand the edge of the lapis bowl among his papers.

Starting point is 13:38:27 Elmer, if you're going away, it can't do any harm to tell me. Is there anyone else? He gave a laugh that seemed to shake him free. In that kind of way. Lord no, too busy. She came close again and laid a hand on his shoulder. Then why not? Why shouldn't we? She leaned her head back so that her gaze slanted up through her wet lashes. I can do as I please.

Starting point is 13:38:56 My husband does. They think so differently about marriage over here. It's just a business contract. As long as a woman doesn't make a show of herself, no one cares. She put her other hand up so that she held him facing her. I've always felt, all through everything, that I belonged to you. Moffat left her hands on his shoulders, but did not lift his own to clasp them. For a moment she thought she had mistaken him, and a leaden sense of shame descended on her.

Starting point is 13:39:29 Then he asked, You say your husband goes with other women. Lily Estradina's taunt flashed through her, and she seized on it. People have told me so. His own relations have. I've never stooped to spy on him. And the women in your set. I suppose it's taken for granted they all do the same. She laughed.

Starting point is 13:39:53 Everything fixed up for them. Same as it is for the husbands, eh? Nobody meddles or makes trouble if you know the ropes. No, nobody. It's all quite easy. She stopped. Her faint smile checked, as his backward movement made her hands drop from his shoulders. And that's what you're proposing to me, that you and I should do like the rest of them?

Starting point is 13:40:19 His face had lost its comic roundness and grown harsh and dark, as it had when her father had taken her away from him at opaque. He turned on his heel, walked the length of the room, and halted with his back to her in the embrasure of the window. There he paused a full minute, his hands in his pockets, staring out at the perpetual interweaving of motors in the luminous setting of the square. Then he turned and spoke from where he stood. Look here, Undine. If I'm to have you again, I don't want to have you that way.

Starting point is 13:40:52 That time out in apex when everybody in the place was against me, and I was down and out. You stood up to them and stuck by me. Remember that walk down Main Street? Don't I? And the way the people glared and hurried by, and how you kept on alongside of me, talking and laughing and looking your Sunday best? When Abner Sprague came out to opaque after us and pulled you back, I was pretty sore at your deserting.

Starting point is 13:41:18 But I came to see it was natural enough. You were only a spoilt girl, used to having everything you wanted. And I couldn't give you a thing, then, and the folks you'd been taught to believe in all told you I never would. Well, I did look like a back number, and no blame to you for thinking so. I used to say it to myself over and over again, laying awake nights and totting up my mistakes. And then there were days when the wind set another way, and I knew I'd pull it off yet, and I thought you might have held on. He stopped, his head a little lowered, his concentrated gaze on her flushed face.

Starting point is 13:41:55 Well, anyhow, he broke out. You were my wife once, and you were my wife first. And if you want to come back, you've got to come that way, not slink through the back way when there's no one watching, but walk in by the front door, with your head up and your main street look. Since the days when he had poured out to her his great fortune-building projects, she had never heard him make so long a speech, and her heart, as she listened, beat with a new joy and terror. It seemed to her that the great moment of her life had come at last, the moment all her minor failures and successes had been building up with blind, indefatigable hands. Elmer!

Starting point is 13:42:37 Elmer! she sobbed out. She expected to find herself in his arms, shut in and shielded from all her troubles, but he stood his ground across the room, immovable. Is it yes? She faltered the word after him. Yes? Are you going to marry me?

Starting point is 13:42:58 She stared, bewildered. Why, Elmer, marry you? You forget. Forget what? That you don't want to give up what you've got? How can I? Such things are not done out here. Why, I'm a Catholic, and the Catholic Church.

Starting point is 13:43:17 She broke off, reading the end in his face. But later, perhaps, things might change. Oh, Elmer, if only you'd stay over here and let me see you sometimes. Yes, the way your friend see each other. We're differently made out in Apex. When I want that sort of thing, I go down to North Fifth Street for it. She paled under the retort, but her heart beat high with it. What he asked was impossible, and she gloried in his asking it,

Starting point is 13:43:48 feeling her power she tried to temporize. At least if you stayed we could be friends. I shouldn't feel so terribly alone. He laughed impatiently. Don't talk magazine stuff to me, on Dean Sprague. I guess we want each other the same way. Only our ideas are different. You've got all muddled living out here among a lot of loafers who call it a career to run round after every petticoat.

Starting point is 13:44:12 I've got my job out at home, and I belong where my job is. Are you going to be tied to business all your life? Her smile was faintly depreciatory. I guess business is tied to me. Wall Street act as if it couldn't get along without me. He gave his shoulders a shake and moved a few steps nearer. See here, Undine. You're the one that don't understand.

Starting point is 13:44:36 If I was to sell out tomorrow and spend the rest of my life reading art magazines in a pink villa, I wouldn't do what you're asking me. And I have about as much idea of dropping business as you have of taking to district nursing. There are things a man doesn't do. I understand why your husband won't sell those tapestries till he's got to. His ancestors are his business. Wall Street's mine. He paused, and they silently faced each other.

Starting point is 13:45:06 Undine made no attempt to approach him. She understood that if he yielded, it would be only to recover his advantage and deepen her feeling of defeat. She put out her hand and took up the sunshade she had dropped on entering. I suppose it's goodbye then, she said. You haven't got the nerve.

Starting point is 13:45:26 The nerve for what? To come where you belong, with me. She laughed a little, and then sighed. She wished he would. would come nearer or look at her differently. She felt under his cool eye no more compelling than a woman of wax in a showcase. How could I get a divorce? With my religion? Why, you were born a Baptist, weren't you? That's where you used to attend church when I waited round the corner Sunday mornings, with one of old Hober's buggies. They both laughed, and he went on.

Starting point is 13:46:00 If you'll come along home with me, I'll see you get your divorce all right. Who cares what they do over here. You're an American, ain't you? What you want is the homemade article. She listened, discouraged, yet fascinated by his sturdy inaccessibility to all her arguments and objections. He knew what he wanted, saw his road before him, and acknowledged no obstacles. Her defense was drawn from reasons he did not understand, or based on difficulties that did not exist for him. And gradually she felt herself yielding to the steady pressure of his will. Yet the reasons he brushed away came back with redoubled tenacity whenever he paused long enough to her to picture the consequences of what he exacted.

Starting point is 13:46:44 You don't know, you don't understand, she kept repeating. But she knew that his ignorance was part of his terrible power, and that it was hopeless to try to make him feel the value of what he was asking her to give up. See here, Undine, he said slowly, as if he measured her resistance though he couldn't fathom it. I guess it'd better be yes or no right here. It ain't going to do either of us any good to drag this thing out. If you want to come back to me, come.

Starting point is 13:47:15 If you don't, we'll shake hands on it now. I'm due an apex for a director's meeting on the 20th, and as it is, I'll have to cable for a special to get me out there. No, no, don't cry. It ain't that kind of a story. But I'll have a deck suite for you on the semantic, if you'll sail with me the day after tomorrow. End of Chapter 45.

Starting point is 13:47:43 Chapter 46 of the custom of the country by Edith Wharton. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. In the great high-ceilinged library of a private hotel, overlooking one of the new quarters of Paris, Paul Marvell stood listlessly gazing out into the twilight. The trees were budding symmetrically along the afternoon, below, and Paul, looking down, saw between windows and tree-tops a pair of tall iron gates with gilt ornaments, the marble curb of a semicircular drive, and bands of spring flowers set in

Starting point is 13:48:21 turf. He was now a big boy of nearly nine, who went to a fashionable private school, and he had come home that day for the Easter holidays. He had not been back since Christmas, and it was the first time he had seen the new hotel which his stepfather had bought, and in which Mr. and Mrs. Moffat had hastily established themselves, a few weeks earlier, on their return from a flying trip to America. They were always coming and going. During the two years since their marriage, they had been perpetually dashing over to New York and back, or rushing down to Rome, or up to the Engadine. Paul never knew where they were going, except when a telegram announced that they were going somewhere else. He did not even know that

Starting point is 13:49:05 there was any method of communication between mothers and sons less laconic than that of the electric wire. And once, when a boy at school asked him if his mother often wrote, he had answered in all sincerity, "'Oh, yes, I got a telegram last week.' He had been almost sure, as sure as he ever was of anything, that he should find her at home when he arrived. But a message, for she hadn't had time to telegraph, apprised him that she and Mr. Moffat had run down to Doville to look at a house they thought of hiring for the summer. They were taking an early train back, and would be at home for dinner, were, in fact, having a lot of people to dine. It was just what he ought to have expected, and had been used to ever since he

Starting point is 13:49:48 could remember, and generally he didn't mind much, especially since his mother had become Mrs. Moffat, and the father he had been most used to, and liked best, had abruptly disappeared from his life. the new hotel was big and strange, at his own room, in which there was not a toy or a book, or one of his dear battered relics, none of the new servants, they were always new, could find his things, or think where they had been put, seemed the loneliest spot in the whole house. He had gone up there after his solitary luncheon, served in the immense marble dining room by a footman on the same scale, and had tried to occupy himself with pasting postcards into his album. But the newness and sumptuousness of the room embarrassed him. The white fur rugs and brocade

Starting point is 13:50:37 chairs seemed maliciously on the watch for smears and ink spots, and after a while he pushed the album aside and began to roam through the house. He went to all the rooms in turn, his mother's first, the wonderful lacy bedroom, all pale silks and velvets, artful mirrors and veiled lamps, and the boudoir as big as a drawing-room. With pictures he would have looked at. He would have liked to know about, and tables and cabinets holding things he was afraid to touch. Mr. Moffat's rooms came next. They were soberer and darker, but as big and splendid, and in the bedroom on the brown wall hung a single picture, the portrait of a boy in gray velvet, that interested Paul most of all. The boy's hand rested on the head of a big dog, and he

Starting point is 13:51:25 looked infinitely noble and charming, and yet, in spite of the dog, so sad and he, lonely, that he too might have come home that very day to a strange house, in which none of his old things could be found. From these rooms Paul wandered downstairs again. The library attracted him most. There were rows and rows of books, bound in dim browns and golds, and old faded reds as rich as velvet. They all looked as if they might have had stories in them as splendid as their bindings. But the bookcases were closed with gilt trellising, and when Paul reached up to open a servant told him that Mr. Moffat's secretary kept them locked because the books were too valuable to be taken down. This seemed to make the library as strange as the rest of the house,

Starting point is 13:52:12 and he passed on to the ballroom at the back. Through its closed doors he heard a sound of hammering, and when he tried the door handle, a servant passing with a trayful of glasses told him that they hadn't finished and wouldn't let anybody in. The mysterious pronoun somehow increased Paul's sense of isolation, and he went to went on to the drawing-rooms, steering his way prudently between the gold armchairs and shining tables, and wondering whether the wigged and coarsolitted heroes on the walls represented Mr. Moffat's ancestors, and why, if they did, he looked so little like them. The dining-room beyond was more amusing, because busy servants were already laying the long

Starting point is 13:52:51 table. It was too early for the florist, and the center of the table was empty. But down the sides were gold baskets heaped with pulpy summer fruits, figs, strawberries, and big blushing nectarines. Between them stood crystal decanters with red and yellow wine, and little dishes full of sweets, and against the walls were sideboards with great pieces of gold and silver, ewers and urns and branching candelabra, which sprinkled the green marble walls with star-like reflections. After a while he grew tired of watching the coming and going of white-sleeved footmen, and of listening to the butler's vociferated orders, and strayed back into the library. The habit of solitude had given him a passion for the printed page, and if he could have found a book anywhere, any kind of book, he would have forgotten the long hours and the empty house.

Starting point is 13:53:43 But the tables in the library held on the massive unused inkstands and immense immaculate blotters. Not a single volume had slipped its golden prison. His loneliness had grown overwhelming, and he saw, suddenly thought of Mrs. Heaney's clippings. His mother, alarmed by an insidious gain in weight, had brought the masseuse back from New York with her, and Mrs. Heaney, with her old black bag and waterproof, was established in one of the grand bedrooms lined with mirrors. She had been loud in her joy at seeing her little friend that morning, but four years had passed since their last parting, and her personality had grown remote to him. He saw too many people, and they too often

Starting point is 13:54:24 disappeared and were replaced by others. His scattered affections had ended by concentrating themselves on the charming image of the gentleman he called his French father. And since his French father had vanished, no one else seemed to matter much to him. Oh, well, Mrs. Heaney had said, discerning the reluctance under his civil greeting. I guess you're as strange here as I am, and we're both pretty strange to each other. You just go and look round and see what a lovely home your ma's got to live in. And when you get tired of that, come up here to me, and I'll give you a look at my clemen. The word woke a train of dormant associations, and Paul saw himself seated on a dingy carpet

Starting point is 13:55:03 between two familiar taciturn old presences, while he rummaged in the depths of a bag stuffed with strips of newspaper. He found Mrs. Heaney sitting in a pink armchair, her bonnet perched on a pink-shaded electric lamp, and her numerous implements spread out on an immense pink toilet table. Vague as his recollection of her was, she gave him at once a sense of reassurance that nothing else in the house conveyed, and after he had examined all her scissors and pasts and nail polisher's, he turned to the bag, which stood on the carpet at her feet as if she were waiting for a train. "'My, my,' she said, "'do you want to get into that again? How you used to hunt in it for

Starting point is 13:55:46 Taffy to be sure, when your pa brought you up to Grandma's sprags a Saturdays. Well, I'm afraid there ain't any taffy in it now, but there's piles and piles of lovely new clippings you ain't seen. My Papa? He paused, his hand among the strips of newspaper. My Papa never saw my Grandma Sprag. He never went to America. Never went to America? Your paw never.

Starting point is 13:56:12 Why land alive! Mrs. Heaney gasped, a blush impurpling her large, warm face. "'Why, Paul Marvell, don't you remember your own father? You that bear his name?' she exclaimed. The boy blushed also, conscious that it must have been wrong to forget, and yet not seeing how he was to blame. That one died a long time ago, didn't he? I was thinking of my French father,' he explained. "'Oh, mercy,' ejaculated Mrs. Heaney. And as if to cut the conversation short, she stooped over, creaky. like a ship, and thrust her plump, strong hand into the bag.

Starting point is 13:56:53 Here, now, just you look at these clippings, in case you'll find a lot in them about your ma. Where do they come from? Why out of the papers, of course. She added, in response to Paul's inquiry, you'd ought to start a scrapbook yourself. You're plenty old enough. You could make a beauty just about your ma,

Starting point is 13:57:11 with her picture pasted in the front, and another about Mr. Moffat in his collections. There's one I cut out the other day that says he's the greatest collector in America. Paul listened, fascinated. He had the feeling that Mrs. Heaney's clippings, aside from their great intrinsic interest, might furnish him the clue to many things he didn't understand, and that nobody had ever had time to explain to him.

Starting point is 13:57:35 His mother's marriages, for instance. He was sure there was a great deal to find out about them. But she always said, I'll tell you about it when I come back. And when she came back, it was invariably to rush off. somewhere else. So he had remained without a key to her transitions, and it had to take for granted numberless things that seemed to have no parallel in the experience of the other boys he knew. "'Here, here it is,' said Mrs. Heaney, adjusting the big tortoise-shell spectacles she had taken to wearing, and reading out in a slow chant that seemed to Paul to come out of some lost remoteness of his infancy.

Starting point is 13:58:12 It is reported in London that the price paid by Mr. Elmer Moffitt for the celebrated Grey Boy is the largest sum ever given for a Van Dyke. Since Mr. Moffat began to buy extensively, it is estimated in art circles that values have gone up at least 75%. But the price of the Grey Boy did not interest, Paul, and he said, a little impatiently, I'd rather hear about my mother. To be sure you would.

Starting point is 13:58:44 You wait now. Mrs. Heaney made another dive, and again began to spread her clippings on her lap, like cards on a big black table. Here's one about her last portrait. No, here's a better one about her pearl necklace, the one Mr. Moffat gave her last Christmas. The necklace, which was formerly the property of an Austrian archduchess, is composed of 500 perfectly matched pearls that took 30 years to collect. It is estimated among dealers and precious stones that since Mr. Moffat began to buy, the price of pearls has gone up over 50%. Even this did not fix Paul's attention. He wanted to hear about his mother and Mr. Moffat and not about their things, and he didn't quite know how to frame his question. But Mrs. Heaney looked kindly at him, and he tried.

Starting point is 13:59:35 Why is mother married to Mr. Moffat now? Why, you must know that much, Paul. Mrs. Heaney again looked warm and worried. She's married to him because she got a divorce, that's why. And suddenly she had another inspiration. Didn't she ever send you over any of those splendid clippings that came out the time they were married? Why, I declare that's a shame, but I must have some of them right here. She dived again, shuffled, sorted, and pulled out a long, discolored strip.

Starting point is 14:00:05 I've carried this round with me ever since, and so many's wanted to read it. It's all torn. She smoothed out the paper and began. Divorce and remarriage of Mrs. Undine Sprague Deschelle. American Marquise renounces ancient French title to wed Railroad King. Quick work, untying, and tying. Boy and girl romance renewed. Reno, November 23rd. The Marquise de Shell of Paris, France, formerly Mrs. Undine Sprague, Marvell,

Starting point is 14:00:35 of Apex City and New York, got a decree of divorce at a special session of the court last night, and was remarried, 15 minutes later, to Mr. Elmer Moffat, the billionaire railroad king, who was the Marquis's first husband. No case has ever been railroaded through the divorce courts of this state at a higher rate of speed, as Mr. Moffat said last night before he and his bride jumped onto their eastbound special. Every record has been broken. It was just six months ago yesterday that the present Mrs. Moffitt came to Reno to look for her divorce. Owing to a delayed train, her counsel was late yesterday in receiving some necessary papers, and it was feared the decision would have to be held over. But Judge Toomey, who was a personal friend of Mr. Moffitt, held a night

Starting point is 14:01:19 session and rushed it through, so that the happy couple could have the knot tied and board their special in time for Mrs. Moffitt to spend Thanksgiving in New York with her aged parents. The hearing began at 7.10 p.m. And at 8 o'clock, the bridal couple were steaming out of the station. At the trial, Mrs. Sprag de Shell, who wore copper velvet and sables, gave evidence as to the brutality of her French husband. But she had to talk fast as time pressed, and Judge Toomey wrote the entry at top speed, and then jumped into a motor with the happy couple and drove to the justice of the peace, where he acted as best man to the bridegroom. The latter is said to be one of the six wealthiest men east of the Rockies. His gifts to the bride are a necklace and tiara of

Starting point is 14:02:03 pigeon-blood rubies belonging to Queen Marie Antoinette, a million-dollar check, and a house in New York. The happy pair will pass the honeymoon in Mrs. Moffat's new home, 5,09 5, 5, 5th Avenue, which is an exact copy of the Pity Palace, Florence. They plan to spend their springs in France. Mrs. Heaney drew a long breath, folded the paper, and took off her spectacles. there, she said, with a benignant smile and a tap of Paul's cheek. Now you see how it all happened. Paul was not sure he did, but he made no answer. His mind was too full of troubled thoughts. In the dazzling description of his mother's latest nuptials, one fact alone stood out for him, that she had said things that weren't true of his French father. Something he had half-guessed

Starting point is 14:02:54 in her and averted his frightened thoughts from, took his little heart. in an iron grasp. She said things that weren't true. That was what he had always feared to find out. She had got up and said before a lot of people things that were awfully false about his dear French father. The sound of a motor turning in at the gates made Mrs. Heaney exclaim, Here they are! And a moment later, Paul heard his mother calling to him. He got up reluctantly and stood wavering till he felt Mrs. Heenie's astonished eye upon him. Then he heard Mr. Moffat's jovial shout of, Paul Marvell, Ahoy, there, and roused himself to run downstairs.

Starting point is 14:03:38 As he reached the landing, he saw that the ballroom doors were open, and all the lustres lit. His mother and Mr. Moffat stood in the middle of the shining floor, looking up at the walls, and Paul's heart gave a wondering bound, for there, set in great gilt panels, were the tapestries that had always hung in the gallery at Sunday. his air. "'Well, Senator, it feels good to shake your fist again,' his stepfather said, taking him in a friendly grasp, and his mother, who looked handsomer and taller and more

Starting point is 14:04:10 splendidly dressed than ever, exclaimed, "'Mercy how they've cut his hair!' before she bent to kiss him. "'Oh, mother! Mother!' he burst out, feeling between his mother's face and the others, hardly less familiar on the walls, that he was really at home again. and not in a strange house. Gracious how you squeeze, she protested, loosening his arms. But you look splendidly, and how you've grown. She turned away from him and began to inspect the tapestries critically.

Starting point is 14:04:44 Somehow they look smaller here, she said, with a tinge of disappointment. Mr. Moffat gave a slight laugh and walked slowly down the room, as if to study its effect. As he turned back, his wife said, I didn't think you'd ever get them. He laughed again, more complacently. Well, I don't know as I ever should have, if General Arlington hadn't happened to bust up.

Starting point is 14:05:09 They both smiled, and Paul, seeing his mother's softened face, stole his hand in hers and began, Mother, I took a prize in composition. Did you? You must tell me about it tomorrow. No, I really must rush off in dress. I haven't even placed the dinner cards. She freed her hand, and as she turned to go, Paul heard Mr. Moffat say,

Starting point is 14:05:32 "'Can't you ever give him a minute's time, Mondean?' She made no answer, but sailed through the door with her head high, as she did when anything annoyed her, and Paul and his stepfather stood alone in the illuminated ballroom. Mr. Moffat smiled good-naturedly at the little boy, and then turned back to the contemplation of the hangings. "'I guess you know where these came from, don't you?' he asked, in a tone of satisfaction.

Starting point is 14:05:59 Oh, yes, Paul answered eagerly, with a hope he dared not utter, that since the tapestries were there, his French father might be coming too. You're a smart boy to remember them. I don't suppose you ever thought you'd see them here. I don't know, said Paul, embarrassed. Well, I guess he wouldn't have if their owner hadn't been in a pretty tight place. It was like drawing teeth for him to let them go. Paul flushed up, and again the iron grasp was on his heart.

Starting point is 14:06:31 He hadn't hitherto actually disliked Mr. Moffat, who was always in a good humor, and seemed less busy and absent-minded than his mother. But at that instant he felt a rage of hate for him. He turned away and burst into tears. Why, hello, old chap! Why, what's up? Mr. Moffat was on his knees beside the boy, and the arms embracing him were firm and friendly. But Paul for the life of him couldn't answer. He could only sob and sob as the great surges of loneliness broke over him. Is it because your mother hadn't time for you? Well, she's like that, you know. And you and I have got to lump it. Mr. Moffat continued, getting to his feet. He stood looking down at the boy with a queer smile. If we two chaps stick together, it won't be so bad. We can keep each other warm, don't you see?

Starting point is 14:07:24 I like you first-rate, you know. When you're big enough, I mean to put you in my business. And it looks as if one of these days you'd be the richest boy in America. The lamps were lit, the vases full of flowers. The footmen assembled on the landing and in the vestibule below, when Undine descended to the drawing-room. As she passed the ballroom door, she glanced in approvingly at the tapestries. They really looked better than she had been willing to admit.

Starting point is 14:07:53 They made her ballroom the handsomest in Paris. But something had put her out on the way up from Doville, and the simplest way of easing her nerves had been to affect indifference to the tapestries. Now she had quite recovered her good humor. And as she glanced down the list of guests, she was awaiting, she said to herself, with a sigh of satisfaction, that she was glad she had put on her rubies. For the first time since her marriage to Moffat, she was about to receive in her house the people she most wished to see there. The beginnings had been a little difficult. Their first time. The first attempt in New York was so unpromising that she feared they might not be able to live down the sensational details of their reunion, and had insisted on her husbands taking her back to Paris. But her apprehensions were unfounded. It was only necessary to give people the time to pretend they had forgotten, and already they were all pretending beautifully. The French world had of course held out longest. It had strongholds she might never capture. But already, secedars were beginning to show themselves, and her dinner list that he had, evening was graced with the names of an authentic duke and a not too damaged countess. In addition, of course, she had the shallams, the Chauncey Ellings, May Berringer, Dickie Bowles, Walsingham Popple, and the rest of the New York frequenters of the Nouveau Lux. She had even,

Starting point is 14:09:12 at the last minute, had the amusement of adding Peter Van Diegain to their number. In the evening there were to be Spanish dancing and Russian singing, and Dickie Bowles had promised her a Grand Duke for her next dinner. If she could secure the new tenor, who always refused to sing in private houses. Even now, however, she was not always happy. She had everything she wanted, but she still felt, at times, that there were other things she might want, if she knew about them. And there had been moments lately when she had to confess to herself

Starting point is 14:09:44 that Moffat did not fit into the picture. At first she had been dazzled by his success and subdued by his authority. He had given her all she had ever wished for, and more than she had ever dreamed of having. He had made up to her for all her failures and blunders, and there were hours when she still felt his dominion and exalted in it. But there were others when she saw his defects, and was irritated by them,

Starting point is 14:10:10 when his loudness and redness, his misplaced joviality, his familiarity with the servants, his alternating swagger and ceremony with her friends, jarred on perceptions that had developed in her unawares. Now and then she caught herself thinking that his two predecessors, who were gradually becoming merged in her memory, would have said this or that differently, behaved otherwise in such and such a case, and the comparison was almost always to Moffitt's disadvantage. This evening, however, she thought of him indulgently. She was pleased with his clever stroke in capturing the San Deser tapestries, which General Arlington's sudden bankruptcy and a fresh gambling scandal of auburned. had compelled their owner to part with. She knew that Raymond de Chelle had told the dealers he

Starting point is 14:10:59 would sell his tapestries to anyone but Mr. Elmer Moffat or a buyer acting for him, and it amused her to think that, thanks to Elmer's astuteness, they were under her roof after all, and that Raymond and all his clan were by this time aware of it. These facts disposed her favorably toward her husband, and deepened the sense of well-being, with which, according to her invariable habit, she walked up to the mirror above the mantelpiece and studied the image it reflected. She was still lost in this pleasing contemplation when her husband entered, looking stouter and redder than ever, in evening clothes that were a little too tight. His shirt front was as glossy as his baldness, and in his buttonhole he wore the red ribbon bestowed on him for

Starting point is 14:11:43 waving his claim to a Velazquez that was wanted for the Louvre. He carried a newspaper in his hand, and stood looking about the room with a complacent eye. "'Well, I guess this is all right,' he said, and she answered briefly. "'Don't forget you're to take down Madame de Falrieve, and for goodness sake don't call her countess.' "'Why, she is one, ain't she?' he returned good-humoredly. "'I wish you'd put that newspaper away,' she continued. His habit of leaving old newspapers about the drawing-room annoyed her.

Starting point is 14:12:17 "'Oh, that reminds me.' Instead of obeying her, he unfolded the paper. I brought it in to show you something. Jim Driscoll's been appointed ambassador to England. Jim Driscoll! She caught up the paper and stared at the paragraph he pointed to. Jim Driscoll, that pitiful non-entity, with his stout, mistrustful, commonplace wife. It seemed extraordinary that the government should have hunted up such insignificant people.

Starting point is 14:12:47 And immediately she had a great, vague, vision of the splendors they were going to, all the banquets and ceremonies and precedences. I shouldn't say she'd want to with so few jewels. She dropped the paper and turned to her husband. If you had a spark of ambition, that's the kind of thing you'd try for. You could have got it just as easily as not. He laughed and thrust his thumbs in his waistcoat armholes with the gesture she disliked. As it happens, it's about the one thing I couldn't. You couldn't? Why not? Because you're divorced.

Starting point is 14:13:23 They won't have divorced ambassadors. They won't? Why not, I'd like to know. Well, I guess the court ladies are afraid there'd be too many pretty women in the embassies. He answered jocularly. She burst into an angry laugh, and the blood flamed up into her face. I never heard of anything so insulting, she cried, as if the rule had been invented to humiliate her.

Starting point is 14:13:49 her. There was a noise of motors backing and advancing in the court, and she heard the first voices on the stairs. She turned to give herself a last look in the glass, saw the blaze of her rubies, the glitter of her hair, and remembered the brilliant names on her list. But under all the dazzle, a tiny black cloud remained. She had learned that there was something she could never get, something that neither beauty nor influence nor millions could ever buy for her. She could never be an ambassador's wife, and as she advanced to welcome her first guests, she said to herself that it was the one part she was really made for. End of Chapter 46. End of the Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton.

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