The brocade armchairs have been uncovered just for this visit, and gauze still veils the ormolu ornaments, when Mrs Archer tells her story to Mrs Henry van der Luyden in the high white drawing-room on Madison Avenue. Louisa sits beneath her own portrait, painted twenty years before and still "a perfect likeness", and to Archer she looks gruesomely preserved, like a body caught in a glacier. She answers almost every request with the same words: she will first have to talk it over with her husband. This time she surprises them by reaching for the bell-rope and sending for Henry at once.
Henry arrives, tall and frock-coated, with the same frozen gentleness in his pale eyes, and explains that he reads the newspapers after luncheon. Archer tells him that Lawrence Lefferts is using Madame Olenska as a lightning-rod: whenever Gertrude begins to suspect his latest affair, he makes a loud fuss about morals. Mrs Archer slips by wishing aloud that the van der Luydens went out more, and her son covers for her. Husband and wife never argue a point in front of anyone. Their pale eyes cling together in consultation, a faint smile crosses Louisa's face, and the matter is settled without a word of it spoken.
Henry delivers the verdict inside a question: has Newland read this morning's Times? Then he must know that Louisa's cousin, the Duke of St Austrey, arrives next week, and the van der Luydens will give a little dinner for him, with Countess Olenska among the guests. Two hours later the great C-spring barouche is seen at old Mrs Mingott's door, and by evening Sillerton Jackson is announcing the invitation at the Opera. The younger men in the club box glance at Lefferts. He pulls at his moustache and says that no one but Patti ought to attempt the Sonnambula.
The highest court in New York has ruled without raising its voice. Lefferts talks about the soprano.
Coming Up in Chapter 8
New York has agreed that the Countess Olenska has lost her looks. Archer remembers her first arrival as a child of nine or ten with her aunt Medora, dressed in crimson merino and amber beads when she should have been in black, dancing a Spanish shawl dance and asking disconcerting questions.