For such summer dreams it was too late; but...
For such summer dreams it was too late; but surely not for a quiet harvest of friendship, of comradeship, in the blessed hush of her nearness

He went back to the hotel, where he and Dallas were to meet; and together they walked again across the Place de la Concorde and over the bridge that leads to the Chamber of Deputies

Dallas, unconscious of what was going on in his father's mind, was talking excitedly and abundantly of VersaillesHe had had but one previous glimpse of it, during a holiday trip in which he had tried to pack all the sights he had been deprived of when he had had to go with the family to Switzerland; and tumultuous enthusiasm and cock-sure criticism tripped each other up on his lips

As Archer listened, his sense of inadequacy and inexpressiveness increasedThe boy was not insensitive, he knew; but he had the facility and self-confidence that came of looking at fate not as a master but as an equal"That's it: they feel equal to things—they know their way about," he mused, thinking of his son as the spokesman of the new generation which had swept away all the old landmarks, and with them the sign-posts and the danger-signal

Suddenly Dallas stopped short, grasping his father's arm"Oh, by Jove," he exclaimed

They had come out into the great gucci new bag tree-planted space before the InvalidesThe dome of Mansart floated ethereally above the budding trees and the long grey front of the building: drawing up into itself all the rays of afternoon light, it hung there like the visible symbol of the race's glory

Archer knew that Madame Olenska lived in a square near one of the avenues radiating from the Invalides; and he had pictured the quarter as quiet and almost obscure, forgetting the central splendour that lit it upNow, by some queer process of association, that golden light became for him the pervading illumination in which she livedFor nearly thirty years, her life—of which he knew so strangely little—had been spent in this rich atmosphere that he already felt to be too dense and yet too stimulating for his lungsHe thought of the theatres she must have been to, the pictures she must have looked at, the sober and splendid old houses she must have frequented, the people she must have talked with, the incessant stir of ideas, curiosities, images and associations thrown out by an intensely social race in a setting of immemorial manners; and suddenly he remembered the young Frenchman who had once said to him: "Ah, good conversation—there is nothing like it, is there?"

Archer had not seen MRiviere, or heard of him, for prada fairy nearly thirty years; and that fact gave the measure of his ignorance of Madame Olenska's existenceMore than half a lifetime divided them, and she had spent the long interval among people he did not know, in a society he but faintly guessed at, in conditions he would never wholly understandDuring that time he had been living with his youthful memory of her; but she had doubtless had other and more tangible companionshipPerhaps she too had kept her memory of him as something apart; but if she had, it must have been like a relic in a small dim chapel, where there was not time to pray every day

They had crossed the Place des Invalides, and were walking down one of the thoroughfares flanking the buildingIt was a quiet quarter, after all, in spite of its splendour and its history; and the fact gave one an idea of the riches Paris had to draw on, since such scenes as this were left to the few and the indifferent

The day was fading into a soft sun-shot haze, pricked here and there by a yellow electric light, and passers were rare in the little square into which they had turnedDallas stopped again, and looked up

"It must be here," he said, slipping his arm through his father's with a movement from which Archer's shyness did not shrink; and they stood together looking up at replica miu miu the house

It was a modern building, without distinctive character, but many-windowed, and pleasantly balconied up its wide cream-coloured frontOn one of the upper balconies, which hung well above the rounded tops of the horse-chestnuts in the square, the awnings were still lowered, as though the sun had just left it

"I wonder which floor—?" Dallas conjectured; and moving toward the porte-cochere he put his head into the porter's lodge, and came back to say: "The fifthIt must be the one with the awnings

Archer remained motionless, gazing at the upper windows as if the end of their pilgrimage had been attained

"I say, you know, it's nearly six," his son at length reminded him

The father glanced away at an empty bench under the trees

"I believe I'll sit there a moment," he said

"Why—aren't you well?" his son exclaimedBut I should like you, please, to go up without me

Dallas paused before him, visibly bewildered"But, I say, Dad: do you mean you won't come up at all?"

"I don't know," said Archer slowly

"If you don't she won't understand

"Go, my boy; perhaps I shall follow you

Dallas gave him a long look through the twilight

"But what on earth shall I say?"

"My dear fellow, don't you always know what to say?" his father rejoined j12 chanel diamond watch with a smileI shall say you're old-fashioned, and prefer walking up the five flights because you don't like lifts

His father smiled again"Say I'm old-fashioned: that's enough

Dallas looked at him again, and then, with an incredulous gesture, passed out of sight under the vaulted doorway

Archer sat down on the bench and continued to gaze at the awninged balconyHe calculated the time it would take his son to be carried up in the lift to the fifth floor, to ring the bell, and be admitted to the hall, and then ushered into the drawing-roomHe pictured Dallas entering that room with his quick assured step and his delightful smile, and wondered if the people were right who said that his boy "took after him

Then he tried to see the persons already in the room—for probably at that sociable hour there would be more than one—and among them a dark lady, pale and dark, who would look up quickly, half rise, and hold out a long thin hand with three rings on itHe thought she would be sitting in a sofa-corner near the fire, with azaleas banked behind her on a table

"It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded each black chanel tote other