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It was within a month of this other disaster that Jasper Hardress came to America, accompanied by his wife. They planned a tour of the States, which they had not visited in seven years, and more particularly, as his forerunning letter said, they meant to investigate certain mining properties which Hardress had acquired in Montana. So, not unstirred by trepidations, I met them at the pier. + 

For I was already in New York, in part to see a volume of my short stories through the press⁠—which you may or may not have read, in its elaborate “gift-book” form, under the title of The Aspirants⁠—and in part about less edifying employments. I was trying to forget Elena, and in Lichfield it was not possible to induce such forgetfulness without affording unmerited pleasure for gabbling busybodies.⁠ ⁠… It was not in me to apologise, except in a letter, where the wording and interminable tinkering with phraseology would enable me to forget it was I who was apologising, until a bit of nearly perfect prose was safely mailed; and I knew she would not read any letter from me, because Elena comprehended that I always persuaded her to do what I prompted, if only she listened to me. + 

As it was, I talked that morning for an hour or more with fat Jasper Hardress.⁠ ⁠… Even now I find the two errands which brought him to America of not unlaughable incongruity. + 