Miss Olenska, Did You Never Hear Her?

Madame olenska didn'to know she'd been called away. She said she might be gone for two days. Archer continued to stare through her as though she had been transparent. All he saw was the trumpery parasol that arched its pinkness above her giggling head. His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him. And passing down its endless emptiness, he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen. He glanced about him at the unpruned garden, the tumble down house and the oak grove under which the dusk was gathering. It had seemed so exactly the place in which he ought to have found madame ol