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hard　to　make　the　reader　share；　or　perhaps　to　feel　the　importance　of。
It　is　enough　that　it　ended　in　the　social　vindication　of　Dan　Mavering。
It　would　not　have　been　enough　for　Mrs　Pasmer　that　he　was　accepted　in　the
best　Cambridge　houses；　she　knew　of　old　how　people　were　accepted　in
Cambridge　for　their　intellectual　brilliancy　or　solidity；　their　personal
worth；　and　all　sorts　of　things；　without　consideration　of　the　mystical
something　which　gives　vogue　in　Boston。

〃How　superb　Alice　was！〃　Mrs。　Saintsbury　broke　off　abruptly。　　〃She　has
such　a　beautiful　manner。　Such　repose。〃

〃Repose！　　Yes；〃　said　her　mother；　thoughtfully。　　〃But　she's　very　intense。
And　I　don't　see　where　she　gets　it。　　Her　father　has　repose　enough；　but　he
has　no　intensity；　and　I'm　all　intensity；　and　no　repose。　　But　I'm　no　more
like　my　mother　than　Alice　is　like　me。〃

〃I　think　she　has　the　Hibbins　face；〃　said　Mrs。　Saintsbury。

〃Oh！　she's　got　the　Hibbins　face；〃　said　Mrs　Pasmer；　with　a　disdain　of　tone
which　she　did　not　at　all　feel；　the　tone　was　mere　absent…mindedness。

She　was　about　to　revert　to　the　question　of　Mavering's　family；　when　the
door…bell　rang；　and　another　visitor　interrupted　her　talk　with　Mrs。
Saintsbury。




IX。

Mrs。　Pasmer's　husband　looked　a　great　deal　older　than　herself；　and；　by
operation　of　a　well…known　law　of　compensation；　he　was　lean　and　silent；
while　she　was　plump　and　voluble。　　He　had　thick　eyebrows；　which　remained
black　after　his　hair　and　beard　had　become　white；　and　which　gave　him　an
aspect　of　fierceness；　expressive　of　nothing　in　his　character。　　It　was
from　him　that　their　daughter　got　her　height；　and；　as　Mrs。　Pasmer　freely
owned；　her　distinction。

Soon　after　their　marriage　the　Pasmers　had　gone　to　live　in　Paris；　where
they　remained　faithful　to　the　fortunes　of　the　Second　Empire　till　its
fall；　with　intervals　of　return　to　their　own　country　of　a　year　or　two
years　at　a　time。　　After　the　fall　of　the　Empire　they　made　their　sojourn　in
England；　where　they　lived　upon　the　edges　and　surfaces　of　things；　as
Americans　must　in　Europe　everywhere；　but　had　more　permanency　of　feeling
than　they　had　known　in　France；　and　something　like　a　real　social　status。
At　one　time　it　seemed　as　if　they　might　end　their　days　there；　but　that
which　makes　Americans　different　from　all　other　peoples；　and　which　finally
claims　their　allegiance　for　their　own　land；　made　them　wish　to　come　back
to　America；　and　to　come　back　to　Boston。　　After　all；　their　place　in
England　was　strictly　inferior；　and　must　be。　　They　knew　titles；　and
consorted　with　them；　but　they　had　none　themselves；　and　the　English
constancy　which　kept　their　friends　faithful　to　them　after　they　had　become
an　old　story；　was　correlated　with　the　English　honesty　which　never
permitted　them　to　mistake　themselves　for　even　the　lowest　of　the　nobility。
They　went　out　last；　and　they　did　not　come　in　first；　ever。

The　invitations；　upon　these　conditions；　might　have　gone　on　indefinitely；
but　they　did　not　imply　a　future　for　the　young　girl　in　whom　the　interests
of　her　parents　centred。　　After　being　so　long　a　little　girl；　she　had
become　a　great　girl；　and　then　all　at　once　she　had　become　a　young　lady。
They　had　to　ask　themselves；　the　mother　definitely　and　the　father
formlessly；　whether　they　wished　their　daughter　to　marry　an　Englishman；
and　their　hearts　answered　them；　like　true　Republican　hearts；　Not　an
untitled　Englishman；　while　they　saw　no　prospect　of　her　getting　any　other。
Mrs。　Pasmer　philosophised　the　case　with　a　clearness　and　a　courage　which
gave　her　husband　a　series　of　twinges　analogous　to　the　toothache；　for　a
man　naturally　shrinks　from　such　bold　realisations。　　She　said　Alice　had
the　beauty　of　a　beauty；　and　she　had　the　distinction　of　a　beauty；　but　she
had　not　the　principles　of　a　beauty；　there　was　no　use　pretending　that　she
had。　　For　this　reason　the　Prince　of　Wales's　set；　so　accessible　to
American　loveliness　with　the　courage　of　its　convictions；　was　beyond　her；
and　the　question　was　whether　there　was　money　enough　for　a　younger　son；　or
whether；　if　there　was；　a　younger　son　was　worth　it。

However　this　might　be；　there　was　no　question　but　there　was　now　less　money
than　there　had　been；　and　a　great　deal　less。　　The　investments　had　not
turned　out　as　they　promised；　not　only　had　dividends　been　passed；　but
there　had　been　permanent　shrinkages。　　What　was　once　an　amiable　competency
from　the　pooling　of　their　joint　resources　had　dwindled　to　a　sum　that
needed　a　careful　eye　both　to　the　income　and　the　outgo。　　Alice's　becoming
a　young　lady　had　increased　their　expenses　by　the　suddenly　mounting　cost
of　her　dresses；　and　of　the　dresses　which　her　mother　must　now　buy　for　the
different　role　she　had　to　sustain　in　society。　　They　began　to　ask
themselves　what　it　was　for；　and　to　question　whether；　if　she　could　not
marry　a　noble　Englishman；　Alice　had　not　better　marry　a　good　American。

Even　with　Mrs。　Pasmer　this　question　was　tacit；　and　it　need　not　be
explained　to　any　one　who　knows　our　life　that　in　her　most　worldly　dreams
she　intended　at　the　bottom　of　her　heart　that　her　daughter　should　marry
for　love。　　It　is　the　rule　that　Americans　marry　for　love；　and　the　very
rare　exception　that　they　marry　for　anything　else；　and　if　our　divorce
courts　are　so　busy　in　spite　of　this　fact；　it　is　perhaps　because　the
Americans　also　unmarry　for　love；　or　perhaps　because　love　is　not　so
sufficient　in　matters　of　the　heart　as　has　been　represented　in　the
literature　of　people　who　have　not　been　able　to　give　it　so　fair　a　trial。
But　whether　it　is　all　in　all　in　marriage；　or　only　a　very　marked
essential；　it　is　certain　that　Mrs。　Pasmer　expected　her　daughter's
marriage　to　involve　it。　　She　would　have　shrunk　from　intimating　anything
else　to　her　as　from　a　gross　indecency；　and　she　could　not　possibly；　by　any
finest　insinuation；　have　made　her　a　partner　in　her　design　for　her
happiness。　　That；　so　far　as　Alice　was　concerned；　was　a　thing　which　was　to
fall　to　her　as　from　heaven；　for　this　also　is　part　of　the　American　plan。
We　are　the　children　of　the　poets；　the　devotees　of　the　romancers；　so　far
as　that　goes；　and　however　material　and　practical　we　are　in　other　things；
in　this　we　are　a　republic　of　shepherds　and　shepherdesses；　and　we　live　in
a　golden　age；　which　if　it　sometimes　seems　an　age　of　inconvertible　paper；
is　certainly　so　through　no　want　of　faith　in　us。

Though　the　Pasmers　said　that　they　ought　to　go　home　for　Alice's　sake；　they
both　understood　that　they　were　going　home　experimentally；　and　not　with
the　intention　of　laying　their　bones　in　their　native　soil；　unless　they
liked　it；　or　found　they　could　afford　it。　　Mrs。　Pasmer　had　no　illusions　in
regard　to　it。　　She　had　learned　from　her　former　visits　home　that　it　was
frightfully　expensive；　and；　during　the　fifteen　years　which　they　had　spent
chiefly　abroad；　she　had　observed　the　decay　of　that　distinction　which
formerly　attended　returning　sojourners　from　Europe。　　She　had　seen　them
cease　gradually　from　the　romantic　reverence　which　once　clothed　them；　and
decline　through　a　gathering　indifference　into　something　like　slight　and
compassion；　as　people　who　have　not　been　able　to　make　their　place　or　hold
their　own　at　home；　and　she　had　taught　herself　so　well　how　to　pocket　the
superiority　natural　to　the　Europeanised　American　before　arriving　at
consciousness　of　this　disesteem；　that　she　paid　a　ready　tribute　to　people
who　had　always　stayed　at　home。

In　fact　Mrs。　Pasmer　was　a　flatterer；　and　it　cannot　be　claimed　for　her
that　she　flattered　adroitly　always。　　But　adroitness　in　flattery　is　not
necessary　for　its　successful　use。　　There　is　no　morsel　of　it　too　gross　for
the　condor　gullet　and　the　ostrich　stomach　of　human　vanity；　there　is　no
society　in　which　it　does　not　give　the　utterer　instant　honour　and
acceptance　in　greater　or　less　degree。　　Mrs。　Pasmer；　who　was　very　good…
natured；　employed　it　because　she　liked　it　herself；　and　knowing　how
absolutely　worthless　it　was　from　her　own　tongue；　prized　it　from　others。
She　could　have　rested　perfectly　safe　without　it　in　her　social　position；
which　she　found　unchanged　by　years　of　absence。　　She　had　not　been　a
Hibbins　for　nothing；　and　she　was　not　a　Pasmer　for　nothing；　though　why　she
should　have　been　either　for　something　it　would　not　be　easy　to　say。

But　while　confessing　the　foibles　of　Mrs。　Pasmer；　it　would　not　be　fair　to
omit　from　the　tale　of　her　many　virtues　the　final　conscientiousness　of　her
openly　involuted　character。　　Not　to　mention　other　things；　she　instituted
and　practised　economies　as　alien　to　her　nature　as　to　her　husband's；　and
in　their　narrowing　affairs　she　kept　him　out　of　debt。　　She　was　prudent；
she　was　alert；　and　while　presenting　to　the　world　all　the　outward　effect
of　a　butterfly；　she　possessed　some　of　the　best　qualities　of　the　bee。

With　his　senatorial　presence；　his　distinction　of　person　and　manner；　Mr。
Pasmer　was　inveterately　selfish　in　that　province　of　small　personal　things
where　his　wife　left　him　unmolested。　　In　what　related　to　his　own　comfort
and　convenience　he　was　undisputed　lord　of　himself。　　It　was　she　who
ordered　their　comings　and　goings；　and　decided　in　which　hemisphere　they
should　sojourn　from　time　to　time；　and　in　what　city；　street；　and　house；
but　always　with　the　understanding　that　the　kitchen　and　all　the　domestic
appointments　were　to　her　husband's　mind。　　He　was　sensitive　to　degrees　of
heat　and　cold；　and　luxurious　in　the　matter　of　lighting；　and　he　had　a　fine
nose　for　plumbing。　　If　he　had　not　occupied　himself　so　much　with　these
details；　he　was　the　sort　of　man　to　have　thought　Mrs。　Pasmer；　with　her
buzz　of　activities　and　pretences；　rather　a　tedious　little　woman。　　He　had
some　delicate　tastes；　if　not　refined　interests；　and　was　expensively　fond
of　certain　sorts　of　bric…a…brac：　he　spent　a　great　deal　of　time　in　packing
and　unpacking　it；　and　he　had　cases　stored　in　Rome　and　London　and　Paris；
it　had　been　one　of　his　motives　in　consenting　to　come　home　that　he　might
get　them　out；　and　set　up　the　various　objects　of　bronze　and　porcelain　in
cabinets。　　He　had　no　vices；　unless　absolute　idleness　ensuing
uninterruptedly　upon　a　remotely　demonstrated　unfitness　for　business　can
be　called　a　vice。　　Like　other　people　who　have　always　been　idle；　he　did
not　consider　his　idleness　a　vice。　　He　rather　plumed　himself　upon　it；　for
the　man　who　has　done　nothing　all　his　life　naturally　looks　down　upon
people　who　have　done　or　are　doing　something。　　In　Europe　he　had　not　all
the　advantage　of　this　superiority　which　such　a　man　has　here；　he　was　often
thrown　with　other　idle　people；　who　had　been　useless　for　so　many
generations　that　they　had　almost　ceased　to　have　any　consciousness　of　it。
In　their　presence　Pasmer　felt　that　his　uselessness　had　not　that　passive
elegance　which　only　ancestral　uselessness　can　give；　that　it　was　positive；
and　to　that　degree　vulgar。

A　life　like　this　was　not　one　which　would　probably　involve　great　passions
or　affections；　and　it　would　be　hard　to　describe　exactly　the　feeling　with
which　he　regarded　his　daughter。　　He　liked　her；　of　course；　and　he　had
naturally　expected　certain　things　of　her；　as　a　ladylike　intelligence；
behaviour；　and　appearance；　but　he　had　never　shown　any　great　tenderness
for　her；　or　even　pride　in　her。　　She　had　never　given　him　any　displeasure；
however；　and　he　had　not　shared　his　wife's　question　of　mind　at　a　temporary
phase　of　Alice's　development