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His wife's dark blue brougha varnish still on it) met Archer at the ferry, and conveyed him luxuriously to the Pennsylvania terminus in Jersey City

It was a so reverberating station As he paced the platforton express, he reht there would one day be a tunnel under the Hudson through which the trains of the Pennsylvania railould run straight into New York They were of the brotherhood of visionaries who likewise predicted the building of ships that would cross the Atlantic in five days, the invention of a flyingby electricity, telephonic coht marvels

"I don't care which of their visions co as the tunnel isn't built yet" In his senseless school-boy happiness he pictured Madame Olenska's descent fro the throngs of uided her to the carriage, their slow approach to the wharf a tea quiet of the ferry-boat, where they would sit side by side under the snow, in the lide away under the to the other side of the sun It was incredible, the nus he had to say to her, and in what eloquent order they were for of the train caered slowly into the station like a prey-laden h the crowd, and staring blindly intoafterof the high-hung carriages And then, suddenly, he saw Madaain the otten what she looked like

They reached each other, their hands h his "This way--I have the carriage," he said

After that it all happened as he had dreas, and had afterward the vague recollection of having properly reassured her about her grandiven her a summary of the Beaufort situation (he was struck by the softness of her: "Poor Regina!") Meanwhile the carriage had worked its way out of the coil about the station, and they were crawling down the slippery incline to the wharf,coal-carts, bewildered horses, dishevelled express-wagons, and an empty hearse--ah, that hearse! She shut her eyes as it passed, and clutched at Archer's hand