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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: its power to gather up her life and Ned's into the harmonious
pattern of the long, long story it sat there weaving in the sun.
She heard steps behind her, and turned, expecting to see the
gardener, accompanied by the engineer from Dorchester. But only
one figure was in sight, that of a youngish, slightly built man,
who, for reasons she could not on the spot have specified, did
not remotely resemble her preconceived notion of an authority on
hot-house boilers. The new-comer, on seeing her, lifted his hat,
and paused with the air of a gentleman--perhaps a traveler--
desirous of having it immediately known that his intrusion is
involuntary. The local fame of Lyng occasionally attracted the
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