The Golden Light of a Young Frenchman

Archer had not seen em riviere or heard of him for nearly 30 years, and that fact gave the measure of his ignorance of madame olenska's existence. Now by some queer process of association, that golden light became for him the pervadingillum nation in which she lived for almost 30 years. He 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. And suddenly he remembered the young frenchman who had once said to him, ah, good conversation. There is nothing like it. Is there? The day was fading into a soft sun shot haze, pr