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    the Italian
    atmosphere. (They preferred those about peasant life,
    because of the descriptions of scenery and the pleasanter
    sentiments, though in general they liked novels about
    people in society, whose motives and habits were more
    comprehensible, spoke severely of Dickens, who "had
    never drawn a gentleman," and considered Thackeray
    less at home in the great world than Bulwer--who,
    however, was beginning to be thought old-fashioned.)
    Mrs. and Miss Archer were both great lovers of
    scenery. It was what they principally sought and admired
    on their occasional travels abroad; considering
    architecture and painting as subjects for men, and chiefly
    for learned persons who read Ruskin. Mrs. Archer had
    been born a Newland, and mother and daughter, who
    were as like as sisters, were both, as people said, "true
    Newlands"; tall, pale, and slightly round-shouldered,
    with long noses, sweet smiles and a kind of drooping
    distinction like that in certain faded Reynolds portraits.
    Their physical resemblance would have been complete
    if an elderly embonpoint had not stretched Mrs. Archer's
    black brocade, while Miss Archer's brown and
    purple poplins hung, as the years went on, more and
    more slackly on her virgin frame.

    Mentally, the likeness between them, as Newland
    was aware, was less complete than their identical
    mannerisms often made it appear. The long habit of living
    together in mutually dependent intimacy had given them
    the same vocabulary, and the same habit of beginning
    their phrases "Mother thinks" or "Janey thinks,"
    according as one or the other wished to advance an
    opinion of her own; but in reality, while Mrs. Archer's
    serene unimaginativeness rested easily in the accepted
    and familiar, Janey was subject to starts and aberrations
    of fancy welling up from springs of suppressed
    romance.

    Mother and daughter adored each other and revered
    their son and brother; and Archer loved them with a
    tenderness made compunctious and uncritical by the
    sense of their exaggerated admiration, and by his secret
    satisfaction in it. After all, he thought it a good thing
    for a man to have his authority respected in his own
    house, even if his sense of humour sometimes made
    him question the force of his mandate.

    On this occasion the young man was very sure that
    Mr. Jackson would rather have had him dine out; but
    he had his own reasons for not doing so.

    Of course old Jackson wanted to talk about Ellen
    Olenska, and of course Mrs. Archer and Janey wanted
    to hear what he had to tell. All three would be slightly
    embarrassed by Newland's presence, now that his
    prospective relation to the Mingott clan had been made
    known; and the young man waited with an amused
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