Mrs.Touchett was certainly a person of many oddities, of which her behaviour on returning to her husband's house after many months was a noticeable specimen.She had her own way of doing all that she did, and this is the simplest description of a character which, although by no means without liberal motions, rarely succeeded in giving an impression of suavity.Mrs.Touchett might do a great deal of good, but she never pleased.This way of her own, of which she was so fond, was not intrinsically offensive- it was just unmistakeably distinguished from the ways of others.The edges of her conduct were so very clear-cut that for susceptible persons it sometimes had a knife-like effect.That hard fineness came out in her deportment during the first hours of her return from America, under circumstances in which it might have seemed that her first act would have been to exchange greetings with her husband and son.Mrs.

Touchett, for reasons which she deemed excellent, always retired on such occasions into impenetrable seclusion, postponing the more sentimental ceremony until she had repaired the disorder of dress with a completeness which had the less reason to be of high importance as neither beauty nor vanity were concerned in it.She was a plain-faced old woman, without graces and without any great elegance, but with an extreme respect for her own motives.She was usually prepared to explain these- when the explanation was asked as a favour; and in such a case they proved totally different from those that had been attributed to her.She was virtually separated from her husband, but she appeared to perceive nothing irregular in the situation.It had become clear, at an early stage of their community, that they should never desire the same thing at the same moment, and this appearance had prompted her to rescue disagreement from the vulgar realm of accident.She did what she could to erect it into a law- a much more edifying aspect of it- by going to live in Florence, where she bought a house and established herself; and by leaving her husband to take care of the English branch of his bank.

This arrangement greatly pleased her; it was so felicitously definite.

It struck her husband in the same light, in a foggy square in London, where it was at times the most definite fact he discerned; but he would have preferred that such unnatural things should have a greater vagueness.To agree to disagree had cost him an effort; he was ready to agree to almost anything but that, and saw no reason why either assent or dissent should be so terribly consistent.Mrs.

Touchett indulged in no regrets nor speculations, and usually came once a year to spend a month with her husband, a period during which she apparently took pains to convince him that she had adopted the right system.She was not fond of the English style of life, and had three or four reasons for it to which she currently alluded; they bore upon minor points of that ancient order, but for Mrs.Touchett they amply justified non-residence.She detested bread-sauce, which, as she said, looked like a poultice and tasted like soap; she objected to the consumption of beer by her maid-servants; and she affirmed that the British laundress (Mrs.Touchett was very particular about the appearance of her linen) was not a mistress of her art.At fixed intervals she paid a visit to her own country; but this last had been longer than any of its predecessors.

She had taken up her niece- there was little doubt of that.One wet afternoon, some four months earlier than the occurrence lately narrated, this young lady had been seated alone with a book.To say she was so occupied is to say that her solitude did not press upon her; for her love of knowledge had a fertilizing quality and her imagination was strong.There was at this time, however, a want of fresh taste in her situation which the arrival of an unexpected visitor did much to correct.The visitor had not been announced; the girl heard her at last walking about the adjoining room.It was in an old house at Albany, a large, square, double house, with a notice of sale in the windows of one of the lower apartments.There were two entrances, one of which had long been out of use but had never been removed.They were exactly alike- large white doors, with an arched frame and wide side-lights, perched upon little "stoops" of red stone, which descended sidewise to the brick pavement of the street.