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6. Web Engineering:
Principles and Techniques
WoojongSuh
InhaUniversity,Korea
Hershey • London • Melbourne • Singapore
IDEA GROUP PUBLISHING
8. Web Engineering:
Principles and Techniques
Table of Contents
Preface .......................................................................................................................... vi
SECTION I: WEB ENGINEERING: CONCEPTS AND REFERENCE MODEL
ChapterI.
WebEngineering:IntroductionandPerspectives .........................................................1
San Murugesan, Southern Cross University, Australia
Athula Ginige, University of Western Sydney, Australia
ChapterII.
WebEngineeringResourcesPortal(WEP):AReferenceModelandGuide ............. 31
Sotiris P. Christodoulou, University of Patras, Greece
Theodore S. Papatheodorou, University of Patras, Greece
SECTION II:WEB APPLICATION DEVELOPMENT:METHODOLOGIES AND TECHNIQUES
ChapterIII.
WebApplicationDevelopmentMethodologies ............................................................ 76
Jim Q. Chen, St. Cloud State University, USA
Richard D. Heath, St. Cloud State University, USA
ChapterIV.
RelationshipAnalysis:ATechniquetoEnhanceSystemsAnalysisforWeb
Development ................................................................................................................ 97
Joseph Catanio, LaSalle University, USA
Michael Bieber, New Jersey Institute of Technology, USA
9. ChapterV.
EngineeringLocation-BasedServicesintheWeb ................................................... 114
Silvia Gordillo, LIFIA, UNLP, Argentina
Javier Bazzocco, LIFIA, UNLP, Argentina
Gustavo Rossi, LIFIA, UNLP, Argentina, and Conicet, Argentina
Robert Laurini, LIRIS, INSA-LYON, France
SECTION III:WEB METRICS AND QUALITY:MODELS AND METHODS
ChapterVI.
ArchitecturalMetricsforE-Commerce:ABalancebetweenRigorand
Relevance................................................................................................................... 132
Jinwoo Kim, Yonsei University, Korea
ChapterVII.
TheeQualApproachtotheAssessmentofE-CommerceQuality:ALongitudinal
StudyofInternetBookstores .................................................................................... 161
Stuart J. Barnes, Victoria University of Wellington, New Zealand
Richard Vidgen, University of Bath, UK
ChapterVIII.
WebCostEstimation:AnIntroduction ..................................................................... 182
Emilia Mendes, University of Auckland, New Zealand
Nile Mosley, MetriQ (NZ) Limited, New Zealand
SECTION IV: WEB RESOURCE MANAGEMENT: MODELS AND TECHNIQUES
ChapterIX.
Ontology-SupportedWebContentManagement ...................................................... 203
Geun-Sik Jo, Inha University, Korea
Jason J. Jung, Inha University, Korea
ChapterX.
DesignPrinciplesandApplicationsofXRML.......................................................... 224
Jae Kyu Lee, Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology, Korea
Mye M. Sohn, Sungkyunkwan University, Korea
SECTION V: WEB MAINTENANCE AND EVOLUTION: TECHNIQUES AND METHODOLOGIES
ChapterXI.
ProgramTransformationsforWebApplicationRestructuring .............................. 242
Filippo Ricca, ITC-irst, Italy
Paolo Tonella, ITC-irst, Italy
10. ChapterXII.
TheRequirementsofMethodologiesforDevelopingWebApplications .................. 261
Craig Standing, Edith Cowan University, Australia
ChapterXIII.
ACustomerAnalysis-BasedMethodologyforImprovingWebBusiness
Systems ..................................................................................................................... 281
Choongseok Lee, Samsung SDS Co., Korea
Woojong Suh, Inha University, Korea
Heeseok Lee, Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology, Korea
SECTION VI: WEB INTELLIGENCE: TECHNIQUES AND APPLICATIONS
ChapterXIV.
AnalysisandCustomizationofWeb-BasedElectronicCatalogs ............................. 309
Benjamin P.-C. Yen, The University of Hong Kong, China
ChapterXV.
DataMiningUsingQualitativeInformationontheWeb .......................................... 332
Taeho Hong, Pusan National University, Korea
Woojong Suh, Inha University, Korea
AbouttheAuthors ..................................................................................................... 353
Index ........................................................................................................................ 360
11. vi
Preface
About this Book
Since the advent of the Web, every aspect of our lives and organizational activities has
changed dramatically. Organizations’ expectations and dependencies on the use of
Web technologies have increased rapidly over the years. Most organizations have
conceived these Web technologies as a critical instrument for enhancing their perfor-
mance; they have made every effort to develop, use, and maintain Web-based applica-
tions successfully. Nevertheless, such efforts are faced with various complexity and
diversity caused by the demands for not only developing large-scale systems but also
extending their applications into various domains. In most cases, these challenges are
handled in an ad hoc manner rather than systematically. This phenomenon is a result of
the fact that the progress of development and maintenance processes of Web applica-
tions have not kept up sufficiently with the rapid expansion of the challenges.
As a new approach to solve such challenges, Web Engineering has recently drawn
great attention. Web Engineering is a multidisciplinary field encompassing diverse
principles primarily based on management information systems and computer science.
Its major specific areas include systems analysis and design, software engineering,
hypermedia engineering, human-computer interaction, requirement engineering, data
mining, project management, artificial intelligence, and Web programming. Web Engi-
neering has the purpose of effectively supporting the organizational activities con-
cerned with the lifecycle of Web applications or Web projects. Such activities include
the following issues primarily: development and maintenance process, quality assess-
ment, Web intelligence, Web resource management, and Web project management.
These issues are often dealt with in terms of methodology, process, model, technique,
or technology.
12. vii
For the past few years, the researchers’ interests in Web Engineering have significantly
increased; an international conference on Web Engineering has been held since 2001,
and the first journal on Web Engineering, Journal of Web Engineering, was published
in 2002. Nevertheless, the concept or perspective of Web Engineering does not seem to
have been introduced widespread yet; now it is the early stage of Web Engineering.
This is the fundamental motivation for publishing this book.
This book aims to enhance the professional insights and capabilities of researchers
and technical professionals. Hence, it places emphasis on serving both theoretical
understanding and the latest research results in the major sub-areas of Web Engineer-
ing. It is expected that this book will be used as a useful educational textbook for
classes in graduate schools, as well as helpful material for current and future research
by researchers in universities and research institutions. In addition, it will serve a
variety of technologies, methodologies, and techniques to help Web projects from
practical perspectives, so it also is expected to help Web professionals in various
industries improve their business capabilities.
This book is organized into six sections: Web Engineering: Concepts and Reference
Model; Web Application Development: Methodologies and Techniques; Web Metrics
and Quality: Models and Methods; Web Resource Management: Models and Tech-
niques; Web Maintenance and Evolution: Techniques and Methodologies; and Web
Intelligence: Techniques and Applications.
Section I: Web Engineering: Concepts and Reference Model
The two chapters in this section are designed to provide readers with the introduction
to Web Engineering and a reference model for the Web engineers. Chapter 1, Web
Engineering: Introduction and Perspectives, raises the issues and considerations in
large, complex Web application development, and introduces Web Engineering as a
way of managing complexity and diversity of large-scale Web development. Chapter 2,
Web Engineering Resources Portal (WEP): A Reference Model and Guide, provides
the Web Engineering Resources Portal (WEP) as a basic reference model and guide, to
serve several cross-referenced taxonomies of technologies, research results, and tools
for the Web engineers.
Section II: Web Application Development: Methodologies and Techniques
This section includes three chapters related to the development of Web applications.
Chapter 3, Web Application Development Methodologies, discusses the challenges in
relation to Web application development and proposes a Modified Prototyping Method
(MPM) for developing the system. Chapter 4, Relationship Analysis: A Technique to
Enhance Systems Analysis for Web Development, presents a comprehensive, system-
atic, domain-independent analysis technique, Relationship Analysis (RA), which can
help the design of the navigational links in developing Web applications. Chapter 5,
Engineering Location-Based Services in the Web, discusses the state of the art of
location-based services and presents an object-oriented design approach for engineer-
ing location-based applications that effectively supports the evolution of these appli-
cations.
13. viii
Section III: Web Metrics and Quality: Models and Methods
The three chapters in this section focus on the measurement concerning Web busi-
ness, Web applications, and Web projects. Chapter 6, Architectural Metrics for E-
Commerce: A Balance between Rigor and Relevance, proposes six dimensions of
architectural metrics for Internet businesses and reports the results of large-scale em-
pirical studies to validate the proposed metrics and to explore their relevance across
four Internet business domains. Chapter 7, The eQual Approach to the Assessment of
E-Commerce Quality: A Longitudinal Study of Internet Bookstores, introduces eQual,
an instrument for assessing the quality for Web sites, and examines online bookshops,
one based on eQual 2.0 and the other on eQual 4.0, to evaluate the use of the instrument
and the benchmarking of the bookshops on two separate occasions. Chapter 8, Web
Cost Estimation: An Introduction, introduces a literature review of Web cost estima-
tion, then compares the literature according to set criteria, and discusses Web size
measures.
Section IV: Web Resource Management: Models and Techniques
The two chapters in this section propose applications of theoretical models and tech-
niques to manage and use Web resources. Chapter 9, Ontology-Supported Web Con-
tent Management, describes how to exploit ontology to manage Web contents and
resources and introduces case studies on personalization from user-specific content
and a comparison-shopping mall system in electronic commerce. Chapter 10, Design
Principles and Applications of XRML, proposes a language eXtensible Rule Markup
Language (XRML) which is an emerging architecture to share Web resources be-
tween human and software agents, and identifies its potential application areas and
challenges.
Section V: Web Maintenance and Evolution: Techniques and Methodologies
The three chapters included in this section focus on the maintenance and evolution of
Web applications. Chapter 11, Program Transformations for Web Application Restruc-
turing, discusses the role of restructuring Web applications in a highly dynamic and
rapidly evolving development environment, and examines specific examples in several
different contexts to investigate the possibility to automate restructuring. Chapter 12,
The Requirements of Methodologies for Developing Web Applications, identifies the
main requirements of methodologies for developing e-commerce applications, and in-
troduces Internet Commerce Development Methodology (ICDM) which considers evo-
lutionary development of systems. Chapter 13, A Customer Analysis-Based Methodol-
ogy for Improving Web Business Systems, discusses the challenges in the development
of Web business systems, explores the previous methodologies by comparing them,
and proposes a Customer Analysis-based Improvement Methodology (CAIM) to help
evolve customer-oriented Web business systems, employing scenario-based and ob-
ject-oriented approaches.
Section VI: Web Intelligence: Techniques and Applications
The two chapters included in this section deal with various techniques and applica-
tions related to Web intelligence. Chapter 14, Analysis and Customization of Web-
14. ix
Based Electronic Catalogs, presents a Personalized Electronic Catalog (PEC) system
to synthesize the Web-based electronic catalog customization on information content,
organization and display for electronic catalogs, and applies the system to electronic
catalogs in an industrial application to demonstrate the analysis and improvement of
information access. Chapter 15, Data Mining Using Qualitative Information on the
Web, proposes a Web mining application, KBNMiner (Knowledge-Based News Miner),
to predict interest rates by employing qualitative information on the Web, and makes an
experiment by the use of Web news information to validate the effectiveness of the
KBNMiner.
Woojong Suh
Inha University, Korea
December 2004
15. x
Acknowledgments
This book could not come into the world without great help from numerous individuals
who contributed. First of all, I would like to thank all of the authors for their insights
and excellent contributions. They accepted my comments and suggestions for the
scope of chapter themes, the balances in the chapter structure, and other requirements
for accomplishing the goal of the book. I am sure that such cooperation was the most
critical factor in publishing the book successfully.
Web engineering is an emerging area, so establishing its scope and identifying practi-
cal needs are important in creating value in this book. I could confirm my decision on
these points through professional opinions by San Murugesan of Southern Cross
University and Heeseok Lee of Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology
from the academic standpoint and by Dr. Choongseok Lee of Samsung SDS Co. and Dr.
Jaewoo Jung of IBM BCS Korea from the practical standpoint. I wish to give special
thanks to all of them. Also I would especially like to thank San Murugesan, General
Chair of International Conference on Web Engineering(ICWE) 2005, who gave an op-
portunity to introduce the book to ICWE 2004 in Munich.
In addition, I wish to thank all the people who helped me throughout the process of the
publishing project. I am very grateful to everyone who assisted me in the reviewing
process, including Gyoogun Lim of Sejong Univiersity, Kyoungjae Kim of Dongguk
University, Changhee Han of Hanyang University, Hwagyoo Park, Kyungdong Univer-
sity, and Taeho Hong of Pusan University. Special thanks also goes to the publishing
team at Idea Group, Inc. In particular, Dr. Mehdi Khosrow-Pour invited me to take an
opportunity to work with IGP, and Jan Travers, Amanda Appicello, Michele Rossi,
Jennifer Sundstrom, and Amanda Phillips provided me with ongoing professional sup-
port throughout this project. Their enthusiasm was strong enough for the book to be
published successfully. Finally, I want to thank my wife for her love and support during
this project.
Woojong Suh
Inha University, Korea
December 2004
56. "Ah, but if it isn't?" said Amanda, in her impressive whisper, which
seemed fraught with a mysterious consciousness of power.
Another silence. The defiant look on Elizabeth's face faded; she
leaned back in her chair and half closed her eyes. Ah, she was
weary, deathly weary, of these constant nervous shocks. How much
did Amanda know—how much? If she could only be sure!
"I think they'd be rather surprised," Amanda went on, in unnaturally
quiet tones, "these swell friends of yours, if they knew all about you.
They think you very sweet, they give you lots of things"—Amanda's
hard, restless eyes roamed again about the room and rested on
Elizabeth's beautiful gown. "It don't seem fair," she broke out,
suddenly, with a fierce little sob; "it don't seem fair, that you should
have so much—and then to be so pretty too, as well as all the rest!"
She was silent for a moment, struggling with the tears that
threatened to break forth, and Elizabeth began to breathe more
freely. All this bluster, after all, these vague threats, seemed to
resolve themselves into the old, unreasoning, powerless jealousy—
nothing more. And with the relief came again the sense of pity, of a
certain justice in Amanda's point of view.
"It isn't fair," she said, softly. "I don't deserve it, but"——
"Well, fair or not, I guess it don't make much difference," Amanda
interrupted her, drearily, rising to her feet. "You've always had the
best of me, and probably, you always will. But, if ever you don't"——
She broke off suddenly and moved towards the door. "I guess I'd
better be going," she said. "You'll be late for your dinner. Only,
before you go"—she paused with her hand on the knob of the door,
that hard, mocking glitter in her eyes—"before you go, just put on
some of your jewelry, won't you? Seems to me you look sort of bare
without it."
"My—my jewelry?" Elizabeth's heart, which had been beating more
quietly, suddenly stood still. "I—I don't wear jewelry, Amanda," she
said, in a dull, toneless voice.
57. "What, not your pearls?" Amanda's hard, mocking eyes seemed to
read her through and through. "Your pearls you were so proud of in
the country, that you said you'd always wear. Seems to me you need
them—with that fine dress!"
She stood hovering by the door, a weird figure in the exaggerated
smartness of her attire, with her white face framed in the deep red
hair, and that strange, uncanny smile gleaming across it, lighting it
up into an elf-like suggestion of mysterious power. Elizabeth stared
at her helplessly, fascinated; then, with a great effort, she roused
herself and hurried towards her.
"Amanda!" she cried, desperately. "Amanda, for Heaven's sake, stop
these insinuations! Tell me plainly what you mean?" She gripped her
fiercely by the arm, her face was white and set. For a moment
Amanda's eyes met hers. Then, as if in spite of herself, they fell, she
freed herself sullenly from Elizabeth's grasp.
"Well, I guess I didn't mean much," she said, awkwardly, "or if I did,
it don't matter. I wouldn't tell tales against—my first cousin"—She
turned the knob of the door, but again she paused, that weird smile
still flickering in her eyes. "Good-night," she said, "I hope you'll
enjoy your dinner. Too bad you haven't got your pearls." She gave
one last jarring laugh, opened the door and went out.
Elizabeth, white and trembling, sank into the nearest chair.
"How she frightened me!" she gasped out. "These constant shocks
will kill me. Does she know anything definite? Probably not. But what
can I do, how can I find out?—Ah, Celeste!"—as the maid appeared
with an anxious expression in the door-way. "The carriage is waiting?
Very well." She hurried to the dressing-table, caught up her gloves
and gave one hasty glance at her white face. "How ugly I am
growing," she thought, turning away with a shudder; "quite like
Amanda! I see the resemblance. It is this awful life. I wish—oh, how
I wish I were home!" The thought swept over her, thrilling her with
58. an intense, passionate longing for her aunts' presence, for the
country quiet, for rest and peace.
"Yes, I will go home," she thought, as Celeste adjusted the cloak
about her shoulders and she hastened down to the carriage. "I will
go home," she repeated to herself at intervals during the evening,
while she talked and laughed with a restless light in her eyes and a
feverish flush on her cheeks. "The country will be so peaceful. I shall
be quite safe there, away from all this agitation, this trying to keep
up appearances. It is the best way out. How fortunate that he is
away! I won't see him again before I go."
It was, she felt, an heroic resolution. Yes, she would go at once. And
she resolutely crushed back the thought: "He will follow."
59. "T
Chapter XXV
he Van Antwerps have come up for the summer," said Miss
Joanna, who had made the same announcement, if you
remember, not quite a year before. "The butcher says they came last
night. They never got here so early before."
Elizabeth, who was arranging flowers, looked up suddenly. "Yes, I
know," she said, quietly, "Eleanor wrote me." She left her roses half
arranged, and wandered restlessly over to the long French window.
Before her stretched the well-kept lawn, with its flower-beds and
rose-bushes and beyond, field and wooded upland, all clothed in
their newest, most vivid dress of green; further still the river, with
the white sails on its surface—that river from which, more than half
a century before, another Elizabeth Van Vorst had resolutely turned
away her eyes, refusing to be reminded of the life that she had
given up. But that woman of an older generation was made of
sterner stuff, perhaps, than her grand-daughter. And then there was
not much travel in those days, no daily mails, no guests coming up
to neighboring house-parties over Sunday.... "It will be nice for you,
Elizabeth, to have Mrs. Bobby," said Aunt Joanna, in her comfortable
monotone, her knitting-needles clicking peacefully. "You have found
it a little dull, you know, dear, since you came back."
A little dull! Elizabeth could have laughed out loud at the words. A
little dull—with such exciting subjects to discuss as the new Easter
anthem, and the latest illness of the Rectory children; with such
diversions as a drive to Bassett Mills, a tea-party at the Courtenays!
...
"If I am dull," she said, turning round presently with the ghost of a
smile "It certainly isn't the fault of the Neighborhood. I didn't tell you
60. that Mrs. Courtenay has asked me to tea—a third time. She says
'Frank will see me home—no need to send the carriage.'" She
laughed a little, not without a shade of bitterness. "Fancy Mrs.
Courtenay suggesting that—last summer!"
"Well, dear, she means well, I suppose," said Miss Joanna, puzzled
but kindly. Miss Cornelia raised her head with a little, involuntary
touch of pride.
"The Courtenays are—are really quite pushing, I think," she said, a
most unwonted tone of asperity in her voice. "I told Mrs. Courtenay,
Elizabeth, that you had been so very gay"—with emphasis—"you
really needed a complete rest."
Elizabeth laughed. "And of course," she said "that only made her—
dear good woman!—all the more anxious to provide me with a little
more amusement. I never realized before how fond the girls have
always been of me. But then that's the case, apparently with the
whole Neighborhood. They always concealed their affection for me
very successfully—until this spring!"
She paused, her aunts made no reply. She went over to the piano
and began absently turning over sheets of music.
"Do you remember, auntie," she said, abruptly—Miss Joanna had left
the room in response to a summons from the maid, and Elizabeth
and Miss Cornelia were alone—"do you remember that I told you
once that I felt myself a sort of nondescript—neither flesh, fowl, nor
good red herring? But now I seem to be considered a very fine fowl
indeed—the ugly duckling, probably, that turned into a swan."
"You never were an ugly duckling, my dear," Miss Cornelia could not
help protesting, in spite of her principles. "It certainly wasn't that."
"Perhaps not," said Elizabeth, "at all events, I'm no better-looking
than I was—let us say, last year. I heard a woman at The Mills say
the other day that I had "gone off terrible," in my looks. But that
doesn't prevent Frank Courtenay from coming here day after day,
61. boring me to death, since he has discovered as his mother tells me,
that I am "just the style that he admires"—it doesn't prevent the
Johnston girls from going into raptures over my beautiful hair, and
asking if I mind their copying my lovely gowns. They have copied my
new spring hat, if you notice. Oh, it would be amusing, if it wasn't—
so very petty!" She put out her hand with a weary, contemptuous
gesture. "And then the funny part of it all is that I am not really so
nice, if they only knew it, as I was last year, when they all treated
me as if I had committed some sort of crime, merely in existing."
"My dear," remonstrated Miss Cornelia, "how can you talk like that?
I'm sure you're not a bit spoiled—every one says so."
"Ah, they think so," said Elizabeth, quickly, "they think me nice,
because I've acquired a society manner, and say the correct thing,
but if they knew—everything"—she stopped suddenly and stood for
a moment staring steadily before her, with knit brows. "Do you
know, Aunt Cornelia," she said abruptly "what I think I am?—a sort
of moral nondescript, neither good nor bad. I see the right way—oh,
I see it so very plainly, and I want to take it; and then I choose the
wrong—always and inevitably I choose the wrong, and shall all my
life, until the end. It's not my fault, really—I can't do right, no matter
how hard I try."
"My dear!" Miss Cornelia looked at her, puzzled and shocked.
"There's no one," she said, putting into trite words her own simple
conviction "there's no one, Elizabeth, who can't do right, if they try
hard enough."
"Do you think so, auntie?" said Elizabeth, very gently. "Then
probably I don't try—hard enough." She went over to Miss Cornelia
and kissed her on the cheek. "If I were like you," she said, "I
should." Then without further words, she sat down at the piano and
began to play, as she did every day for hours at a time. Such
restless, passionate, brilliant playing! A vague uneasiness mingled in
Miss Cornelia's mind with her pride in the girl's talent, as she listened
to it. Something was troubling Elizabeth, evidently; something which
62. had brought her home so unexpectedly, which had changed her in
looks and manner beyond what could be accounted for by
excitement and late hours. Yet innate delicacy and timidity
prevented Miss Cornelia from forcing in any way the confidence
which seemed to tremble, now and again, upon the girl's lips. She
had a vague idea that the difficulty, whatever it was, would soon be
decided one way or another, that the Van Antwerps' arrival, which
Elizabeth seemed at once to dread and look forward to, would bring
matters to a crisis, and the whole thing would be explained.
Elizabeth was still playing when Mrs. Bobby interrupted her. That she
had not allowed a day to elapse before hastening to the Homestead
was a fact noted with jealous care by the Misses Courtenay, who
met her at the gate.
"He is desperate." Mrs. Bobby's visit had not lasted many minutes
before she murmured this, holding Elizabeth's hand, and scanning
eagerly her averted face. At Mrs. Bobby's words it quivered, the
color flushed into her cheek; but otherwise she made no sign.
"When you first went away," Mrs. Bobby continued, as no answer
came, "he was all for coming up here at once. He thought it a
caprice, a morbid, unaccountable whim; he was sure that if he could
see you, remonstrate with you—And then there was your letter,
forbidding him to come. He was beside himself! It was all I could do
to keep him from taking the first train up here. I said—Wait—it
doesn't do, always, to force a woman's will; give her a little time. At
least she has paid you the compliment, which she has paid to no
one else of—running away from your attentions."
She paused, her eyes still eagerly fixed upon Elizabeth's face. The
color in the girl's cheek was now brilliant, her lips were parted; but
still she did not speak.
"Day after day," said Mrs. Bobby, "we have talked it over—he
walking up and down, restless, wild; I trying to soothe him, urging
him to be patient—Sometimes he thinks that you are revenging
63. yourself in this way for his former neglect, that it is a little scheme to
pay him back—the idea drives him frantic, makes him furious with
himself, yet he is always encouraged when he thinks of it. And then
again—he thinks that you don't care for him, that you never will,
that there is some one else.... Ah, my dear, if you really do care, you
are cruel, unpardonably cruel, to torment him like this."
Again she paused. Elizabeth, with a quick, impatient movement,
dragged her hand away from her grasp, and began to pace up and
down, gasping as if for breath. "Cruel," she cried out, "cruel! And
you think it gives me pleasure—to torment him!"
"If it doesn't," said Mrs. Bobby, following her with her eyes and
speaking with some coldness, "I confess I am at a loss to account
for your behavior."
Elizabeth stopped suddenly and bending down, almost buried her
face in the roses, whose fragrance she inhaled.
"There never was a man," said Mrs. Bobby, "who loved a woman
more than he loves you, Elizabeth. And there isn't a man, who, I
believe, deserves a woman better."
"Deserves her!" murmured Elizabeth, "deserves me! Oh, good
Heavens!" The exclamation was barely audible, and apparently
addressed only to the roses.
"I said to him yesterday," said Mrs. Bobby, "'You'll come up Saturday,
of course?' But—he's proud now and hurt, Elizabeth—he said: 'I
won't come, I won't force myself upon her without—her knowledge
and consent. If she knows, if she's willing, why, then, I'll come—not
otherwise.'"
There was a pause. Elizabeth turned presently a face which seemed
to reflect the glowing color of the roses over which she had bent.
"What do you—want me to do, Eleanor?" she asked, softly.
"Tell me what I shall say," said Mrs. Bobby "in the letter which I
must write when I get home." She went over to Elizabeth and put
64. her hand on her arm. "Shall he come, or shall he not? It rests with
you."
Elizabeth's eyes were again averted. "It isn't for me, Eleanor," she
murmured, "to drive your guests away, if—if they really want to
come."
And so Mrs. Bobby, when she got home, wrote her letter. It
consisted of only one word.
The Saturday following was extremely warm. The Rector and his
wife came to take tea at the Homestead, and they all sat afterwards
in the dimly-lighted drawing-room. Elizabeth wandered to the long
French window, and stood looking out upon the moon-lit lawn. "It's
so warm that I think I shall go for a walk," she said, half aloud, but
no one heard her. The Rector was telling Miss Cornelia about the
death of an old clergyman in Cranston, who had lived alone with two
old servants. Elizabeth stood and listened for a moment to the deep,
impressive tones which mingled strangely with the comfortable
monotone which the Rector's wife was addressing to Miss Joanna.
"And so," she was saying "you see I have had blue put on it again,
being more summery"—
"I feel particularly sorry," the Rector's voice broke in, "for the old
servants. They were quite prostrated, I fear, poor things! They too
have not long to live."
"Black satin at four dollars a yard," said his wife, "is sure to last
forever."
"He was an excellent man," said the Rector. "His death is a great
loss." But here Elizabeth, weary of listening, softly turned the knob
of the window and stepped out on the lawn.
What a beautiful night it was outside! The long twilight was fading
into dusk, but the moon silvered the shadows that the trees cast
across the road. Elizabeth walked to the gate and stood leaning
against it. In the distance she heard distinctly the sound of a horse's
65. hoofs. It grew nearer and nearer, and in a few moments a man on
horseback was beside her, and drew his rein abruptly before this
figure in white, which stood like an apparition in his path.
"Elizabeth," he said. "Elizabeth, is it you?"
"Did you think it was my ghost?" she asked, with a soft laugh. Her
white gown shimmered in the moonlight, her hair framed in her face
with a vivid halo, her eyes shone like stars. Gerard sprang from his
horse.
"Elizabeth," he said "were you waiting for me?"
"Yes," she answered, "I was waiting for you."
And the next moment he had her in his arms, and she had forgotten
all other thoughts, all other claims, beneath the fervor of his kisses.
66. T
Chapter XXVI
he summer passed for an eventful one at Bassett Mills, being
marked by at least two subjects of conversation; the one the
engagement of Elizabeth Van Vorst of the Homestead "that girl of
Malvina Jones," to a gentleman from town, who was reported to be
"rolling in wealth;" the second, the illness of Amanda Jones, of that
fashionable disease called nervous prostration, which no other girl at
Bassett Mills but Amanda, who had always given herself airs, would
have had the time or the money to indulge in. She had been taken ill
while visiting her relations in New York, and her mother had gone up
to nurse her, and announced on her return that Amanda was "that
nervous" the doctor—"the best that could be had," as she observed
with pride, had recommended complete rest, and sending her to a
sanitarium for a few months.
"But there really ain't much the matter with her," Amanda's mother
explained rather tartly to Elizabeth, who inquired for particulars as to
her cousin's illness. "She has fits of crying, and then of sitting still
and staring straight before her, like as if she was in a trance, and
then she'll get up, and walk up and down the room for hours, and
sometimes she'll notice you, and sometimes she won't—but dear
me, it's all nonsense, I say. If she had some hard work to do, it
would be better for her—but the doctor didn't seem to think so, and
so I let her go to the sanitarium. No one shall say that I grudge the
expense, as, thank Heaven! I don't have to, though there ain't
another person at The Mills that wouldn't."
"I'm sure I hope it will do her good," Elizabeth said, kindly. She felt
so glad to have Amanda, whatever the reason, away from Bassett
Mills that she was conscious of a sudden pang of remorse, which
increased when she received a letter from her cousin, congratulating
67. her upon her engagement. It was a perfectly rational letter, with only
slight references to her illness, and none at all to that unpleasant
last interview in town; and Elizabeth answered the congratulations in
the same amicable spirit in which they were offered, reflecting that,
after all, much of Amanda's peculiarity must be excused on the
ground of her persistent ill-health. And yet, as she sealed and
directed her own letter, she breathed again a fervent thanksgiving
that Amanda was safely out of the way.
There was another person for whose absence just then she felt
devoutly thankful. When her engagement was announced, early in
July—against her own wishes and in deference to Gerard's—she had
received a terrible letter from Halleck, denouncing her perfidy, and
threatening to come up at once. She had answered it as best she
could, imploring his silence, and enclosing a sum of money which
she borrowed from her aunts, on the plea of urgent bills—far from
mythical, unfortunately, but which remained unpaid. Whether or no
Paul granted her request, he pocketed the money, and she next
heard of him as having gone abroad for the summer. The piece of
news, casually mentioned one day in the course of conversation,
thrilled her with a sense of overpowering relief, a suggestion, against
which she struggled in vain, of possible accidents, of all the things
that might reasonably happen to those who travel by sea or land.
Elizabeth breathed a devout wish—it might almost be called a prayer
—that this particular traveler might never return.
Meanwhile, the summer passed; a cool, delightful summer, rich with
a succession of fragrant, sunshiny days and long, balmy evenings;
and signalized by what for the Neighborhood was an unusual
amount of gaiety. Several entertainments were given in honor of
Elizabeth's engagement, among others a large dinner at the Van
Antwerps'. And for this Elizabeth wore—it was Gerard's fancy—the
same white gown in which he had first seen her, which he vowed
that he cared for more than all her other gowns put together. And
though she had pouted a little and declared that the others were far
more smart, she yielded to his wishes in this, as she did in most
68. things. Yet during the evening she noticed now and again his eyes
fixed upon her with an odd, doubtful expression, as one who
searches his memory for the details of a likeness, and finds
inexplicably something lacking.
"I know what it is," he announced, abruptly, when they had
wandered after dinner for a little while into the conservatory. "I was
wondering what it was I missed, and now I know. You haven't got
on your pearls. You wore them that night—in fact, I never saw you
in full dress without them."
She flushed beneath his wondering gaze, reflecting how constantly
he had observed her, wishing—almost—that he had not observed her
quite so much.
"Did you forget them?" he asked smiling, as she made no response,
but merely put up her hand to her white neck, as if just reminded of
the fact that it was unadorned.
She plucked a rose from a plant near by, and began, nonchalantly, to
pull it to pieces.
"Oh, I—I didn't feel in the mood to put them on," she said carelessly.
"I—somehow I think I shall not be in the mood to wear them again
for a long while."
He was watching her lazily, an amused smile gleaming in the depths
of his dark eyes. "What an odd, capricious child you are!" he said.
"You're all made up of moods. I never know what to expect next."
She was picking the rose to pieces very deliberately, petal by petal,
her eyes cast down. "Yes, I'm all made up of moods," she echoed,
softly. "You must never be surprised at anything I do or say."
"I'm not," he returned, smiling. "And yet," he went on, after a
moment, "I confess I'm a little surprised—and disappointed at this
last one. I was thinking, to tell the truth, as I had an idea you valued
those pearls particularly, of asking you to let me have them, so that
I could get you another string to match them exactly."
69. The last petal of the rose fell from Elizabeth's hand, she stared up at
Gerard with an odd, frightened expression. "Don't," she broke out,
harshly. "I—I hate pearls." Then with a sudden change, as she saw
the absolute bewilderment in his face, she laid her hand gently on
his arm. "Dear," she said, very sweetly, "you must have patience
with my moods. I've got an idea, just now, that pearls are unlucky.
It's very silly, I know, but—don't argue with me. Bear with me,
Julian, let me have my own way—a little."
They were alone in the conservatory. He put his arm around her and
pressed his lips to hers. "A little," he murmured. "Have your own
way—a little! Didn't I tell you, my darling, that you should have your
own way in everything?"
She seemed to shrink away with an involuntary shiver at the words.
"Ah, but I don't want it," she protested. "It's the last thing I want.
If"—she freed herself from his hold and stood looking him, very
sweetly and steadily, in the face—"if we are married, Julian"—
"If!" he echoed, reproachfully.
"It's always safer to say 'if'" she said.
"Ah, but that's a suggestion I won't tolerate," he declared, firmly. "I'll
have my own way in that, if in nothing else. But, when we are
married, Elizabeth"—he paused.
"When we are married, then,"—she ceded the point resignedly,
blushing rosy red—"when we are married, Julian, it must be your
way, not mine. Yours is far better, wiser—yes"—she stopped his
protest with an imperious gesture—"I feel it, even though I try
sometimes to dispute it. I shall never do that—later. I shall try, with
all the strength I have, to be more worthy of your love. But now—
just now, Julian"—she looked at him anxiously, and a note of appeal
crept into her voice—"if I seem odd, wilful, don't blame me, don't—
doubt me"—
70. "Doubt you?" He took her hand and raised it reverently to his lips. "I
shall never doubt you—again, my darling, no matter what you do or
say."
There was the ring of absolute confidence in his voice. Yet it might
have been that which made her shiver and shrink away, almost as if
he had struck her a blow.
"I—I think we had better go back to the others," she announced,
abruptly, in a moment, and her intonation was quick and sharp,
almost as if she were frightened and trying to escape from some
threatened danger. "It"—she smiled uncertainly—"it's not quite good
form, I think, for us to wander off like this."
"Hang good form!" said Gerard, but still he followed her back
resignedly to the other room, and she gave, as they reached the
lights and the people, a soft sigh of relief, which fortunately he did
not hear. Yet he noticed that for the rest of the evening she was
paler than she had been at first.
This pallor increased when Mrs. Bobby, too, voiced the question
which had been perplexing her all the evening, as to why she did not
wear the pearls. Elizabeth did not mention her moods—it is evident
that women cannot be put off, in such important questions as that of
jewelry, with the vague answers that might satisfy a man. She said
that the string had broken, and she had sent them to town to be re-
strung. Her aunts knew that they had been there for that purpose
since early spring, and they could not understand why she did not
send for them, since other things had been left at the same jeweler's
—notably that little jeweled watch, which they had heard of, but
never seen. It was odd that Elizabeth should have lost, to so large
an extent, her taste for pretty things.
Gerard, too, noticed this, but he would not ask her any more
questions. Later he gave her a string of emeralds set with diamonds,
which she wore to entertainments in the Neighborhood that autumn,
71. and no one asked any more questions about the pearls, since it was
natural that she should prefer to wear his gift.
His trust in her was absolute, as he had said. It seemed as if he
would make amends now by the plenitude of his confidence, for that
former instinctive, reasonless distrust. And then she was so different
from the frivolous girl he had first imagined her. Every day he
reproached himself with his old estimate of her character, as he
discovered in her new and unexpected depths of brain and soul. She
read all the books that he recommended—some of them very deep,
and she would once have thought very tiresome—and she surprised
him by the intelligence of her criticisms, she took a sympathetic
interest in those articles by which he was making a name for himself
in the scientific world, and she entered with an apparently perfect
comprehension into all his hopes, thoughts and aspirations. There
was only one thing in which she baffled him, one point where her
old wilfulness would come between them. This was her obstinate
and unaccountable refusal to name their wedding day.
The Neighborhood was exercised on the subject. It had been
decided by unanimous consent that the wedding should be in the
autumn—"quite the best time for a wedding" as the Rector's wife
observed, and lay awake one whole night planning the most
charming (and inexpensive) decorations of autumn leaves and
golden-rod. But all the reward she received for her pains was the
information that Elizabeth did not care for autumn weddings, and as
the Misses Van Vorst at Gerard's request, had taken a small
apartment in town for the winter, the Rector's wife had many pangs
at the thought that the Bassett Mills church and her husband would
lose all the prestige that would attend this great event—to say
nothing of the fee.
But when Gerard, as a matter of course, spoke of their being
married in town, Elizabeth looked up deprecatingly into his face.
"Wait till I'm twenty-one," she pleaded. "This is my unlucky year, you
know. Do please, Julian, wait till it's over."
72. But Gerard's face was set in rigid lines, like that of a man who is
determined to stand no more trifling. Elizabeth's unlucky year would
not be past till April.
73. I
Chapter XXVII
t was a bleak December day and Central Park seemed the last
place where one would wish to loiter. The sky hung lowering
overhead, gray, cold, heavy with the weight of invisible snowflakes.
The wind made a dull moaning sound, as it stirred the bare branches
of the trees. The lake, where at another season you see children
sailing in the swan-boats, was nearly covered with a thin coating of
ice. But Elizabeth Van Vorst as she stood with eyes intently fixed
upon the small space of water still visible, did not seem to notice
either the cold or the dreariness of the scene. She was leaning
against a tree, and looking at nothing but the lake, till at the sound
of foot-steps on the path, she turned to face Paul Halleck.
"So you got my note," she said, speaking listlessly, without a sign of
surprise or satisfaction. She did not give him her hand, which
clasped the other tightly, in the warm shelter of her muff.
"Yes, I got it; but I could wish you had chosen a warmer meeting-
place, my dear." The last months had changed him, and not for the
better. His figure had grown stouter, his beauty coarser. She shrank
away in invincible repugnance from the careless familiarity of his
manner.
"It was the best place I could think of," she said, curtly. "At home,
we are always interrupted; at your studio—it is impossible. I had to
see you—somehow, somewhere." She sat down on a bench near by,
and shivering drew her furs about her.
"You do me too much honor," Paul returned, lightly. He took the seat
beside her, his eyes resting, in involuntary fascination, on the
rounded outlines of her cheek, the soft waves of auburn hair
beneath her small black hat. "It's a long time since you have wished
74. to see me of your own accord, my dear," he said, in a tone in which
resentment struggled with his old, instinctive admiration of her
beauty.
She turned to him, suddenly, her eyes hard, her face very white and
set. "You know the reason." "I had to see you, to—to talk things
over. You assume a right to control me, you ask me for money, you
try to frighten me with threats. There must be an end of it. I"—she
paused for a moment, and drew her breath quickly, while she
flushed a dull crimson. "I have promised—Mr. Gerard," she said "to—
to marry him next month."
He interrupted her with a scornful laugh. "To marry him—next
month," he repeated. "And how about that ceremony which we
know of—you and I—in the church at Cranston?"
The crimson flush faded and left her white, but still she did not
flinch. "I have thought of that," she said, steadily, "and I have
decided that it should not—make any difference. I don't believe the
marriage would be legal—but that's neither here nor there. I don't
want a divorce, I don't want the thing known, I don't consider that
we were ever married. I don't think such a marriage as ours, which
we both entered into without the slightest thought, which we have
repented of"—
"Speak for yourself," he interposed.
"Which I have repented of, then," she went on, "ought to be
binding. The clergyman who married us is dead; the witnesses, so
old that they are childish, probably remember nothing about it.
There is no one now living who remembers, except you and I. And
for me I have determined to think of it as a dream, and I want you
to promise me to do the same."
"But—there is the notice in the parish register." He was staring at
her blankly, admiring in spite of himself, the calm resolution of her
manner, the business-like precision with which she was unfolding her
arguments, as if she had rehearsed them many times to herself.
75. "I have thought of that, too," she said, in answer to his last
objection, "and I don't think it in the least likely that any one will
ever see it. Why should they, without any clue? At all events, this is
—the only way out." She faltered as her mind wandered for a
moment unwillingly to another way which she had now despaired of
—too easy a solution to her difficulties ever to come true. What a
fool she had been to think that he would die! People like that never
die. As she saw him now, in the full pride of his health and good
looks, it seemed impossible to believe that any misfortune could
assail him—least of all death! ...
"There is—no other way," she repeated, with a little, involuntary sob.
"The risks are not great—but, at any rate, I must take them. Now,
there is only one other thing"—She paused for a moment and then
drew out of her purse a plain gold ring, and showed it to him. It was
the ring which she had once worn on her finger for a few minutes,
which she had kept carefully hidden ever since. She glanced about
her; there was no one in sight except the policeman, who in the
distance near the carriage-drive, was pacing up and down at his cold
post and beating his hands to keep them warm. Elizabeth rose and
went to the edge of the lake. With well-directed aim, she threw the
tiny circlet of gold so that it struck the fast-vanishing surface of
water and quickly disappeared. She drew a long sigh of relief.
"There," she said, "that is over."
Paul watched her curiously. He saw that she attached to this little
action a mysterious significance. He sneered harshly. "Very pretty
and theatrical," he said. "But do you really think that by a thing like
that—throwing away a ring—you can dissolve a marriage?"
She turned to him, her white face still resolute and intensely solemn.
"I don't know," she said, quietly, "but I wanted to throw it away
before you, so that you would understand that everything is over
between us, and that day at Cranston is as if it never had been.
Never had been, you understand," she repeated, with eager
emphasis. "I want you to promise to think of it like that."
76. He shrugged his shoulders. "How we either of us think of it, I
suppose, doesn't make much difference so far as the legality of the
thing goes," he said. "But,—have your own way. If you choose to
commit a crime, it's not my affair."
"A crime!" She started and stared at him. "Do you call that a crime?"
He smiled. "It's a rough word to use for the actions of a charming
young girl," he said "but I'm afraid that the law might look at it in
that light."
Elizabeth returned to the bench and sat down. She seemed to be
pondering this new view of the matter. "I can't help it," she said at
last, in a low voice. "If that's a crime, why—I understand how people
are led into them. And I can't ruin his happiness, crime or no crime."
"And my happiness?" he asked her bitterly. "You never think of that?
You professed to love me once. You took me for better, for worse,
and how have you kept your word? If my life is ruined, the
responsibility is yours. If you had gone with me as I wanted you to, I
should have been a different man." There was a curious accent of
sincerity in his voice. He really believed for the moment what he
said.
The reproach was not without effect. She looked at him more gently,
with troubled eyes that seemed to express not only contrition, but a
certain involuntary sympathy. "It's true," she said. "I have treated
you badly, and broken the most solemn promise any one could
make. I don't defend myself; but—I'm willing to make what amends
I can. I can't give you myself, but at least I can give you what little
money you would have had with me. When I am married to"—she
paused and flushed, but concluded her sentence firmly—"to Mr.
Gerard, I will give you—all the money I have."
Paul paced up and down, apparently in deep thought. It was evident
that her offer tempted him, yet some impulse urged him to refuse it.
He stopped suddenly in front of her. "Principal or interest, do you
77. mean?" he asked, in a tone in which the thirst for gain distinctly
predominated.
The doubtful sympathy in Elizabeth's eyes faded, and was replaced
by a look of unmistakable disgust. "I suppose I could hardly give you
the principal," she said, coldly. "But I will pay over the income every
year." She named the sum. "Isn't it enough?"
"That depends," he said, looking at her coolly. "It is enough, of
course, for Elizabeth Van Vorst, but for Mrs. Julian Gerard"—
He stopped as an electric shock of anger seemed to thrill Elizabeth
from head to foot. "You don't suppose," she cried, "that I would give
you his money?"
"Then," said Paul, curtly, "he doesn't know?"
"Certainly not," she said, haughtily.
He began again reflectively to pace up and down. "I don't see," he
said, "how you are to pay me over this money without his knowing
it."
"Don't trouble yourself about that," said Elizabeth, contemptuously.
"Mr. Gerard will never ask what I do with my money."
"Well he has enough of his own, certainly," said Paul, philosophically.
"And yet, poor fellow, I am sorry for him if he ever finds out how
you have deceived him."
"He never shall find out," said Elizabeth. She rose and pulled down
her veil. "It is so cold," she said shivering, and indeed she looked
chilled to the core. "I cannot stay here any longer. This thing is
settled, isn't it? You will promise?" There was a tone of piteous
entreaty in her voice.
"How am I to know," he asked, still hesitating "that you will keep
your word? Once married to Gerard, you might—forget."
78. "If I do," she returned quietly, "you will always have the power to
break yours and ruin my happiness."
"So be it, then. I won't interfere with you. After all, we probably
shouldn't have got on well. Come—let us part friends, at least."
He held out his hand, but hers was again securely hidden in her
muff, and the smile that gleamed on her face was pale and cold as
the winter day itself. "Good-bye," she said, and turned away. He fell
back, with a muttered oath.
"Upon my word, my lady," he said, "you might be a little more
gracious." At that moment Elizabeth came back. There was a softer
look on her face.
"I loved you once," she said. "Good-bye." And she held out her
hand. He took it in silence. Thus they parted for the last time.
It had been a successful interview. She had gained all that she dared
hope for. Seated in the warm car going home, and shivering as from
an ague, she told herself that she had silenced forever all opposition
to her wishes. Yet it did not seem a victory. Words which Paul had
said lingered in her mind, stinging her with their contempt, the fact
that even he could set himself above her. "A crime!" She had never
considered it in that light. Surely it was impossible on the face of it
that she, Elizabeth Van Vorst, could commit a crime.... And then
again—what was it he had said? "Poor fellow, I am sorry for him, if
ever he finds out how you have deceived him."
"But he never shall," she said to herself, resolutely as before. "Crime
or no crime, his love is worth it. He never shall find out."
79. E
Chapter XXVIII
lizabeth had little time in those days for thought. There was still
less time, even, when she was alone with Gerard. The days
passed in a whirl of gaiety, in which she had been swallowed up
since her return to town. It was a state of things which bored Gerard
extremely, but secure in the promise he had at last obtained from
her that the wedding should be at the end of January he possessed
his soul in such patience as he could muster. And when he requested
as a special favor, that she would refuse all invitations for the thirty-
first of December and see the Old Year out in peace, she consented
at once, and the hope of a quiet evening buoyed him up through
other weary ones, when he would lean in his old fashion against the
wall, and watch her across a ball-room, the center of an admiring
court. Yet, even as he did so, the proud consciousness of
proprietorship swelled his heart. She was his—his! He had no longer
any doubt of her, or jealousy of the men who talked to her.
Why then was the expected evening, when it came, fraught with an
intangible sense of gloom, of oppression, which made the time pass
heavily? The old Dutch clock, which the Misses Van Vorst had
brought with them from the country seemed to-night to mark the
hours with extraordinary slowness, as if the Old Year were in no
hurry to be gone, even though the noises in the street, the blowing
of horns and of whistles were enough, one might have thought, to
hasten his departure.
Elizabeth was pacing restlessly up and down the room. Her hands
were clasped carelessly before her, her long house-dress of white
cashmere, belted in by a gold girdle, fell about her in graceful folds.
There was a flush in her cheeks, a somewhat feverish light in her
80. eyes; she started nervously now and then as some enterprising
small boy blew an especially shrill blast on his horn.
"I don't know why it is," she said at last with a petulant little laugh,
coming back to her seat by the fire opposite Gerard, and taking up a
piece of work, in which she absently set a few stitches, "New Year's
Eve always gets on my nerves, I think of all my sins—and that's very
unpleasant!" She broke off, pouting childishly, as if in disgust at the
intrusion of unwelcome ideas.
He was watching her lazily, with the amused, indulgent smile which
certain of her moods had always the power to call forth; the smile of
a strong man, who felt himself quite able to cope with them. "With
such terrible sins as yours, Elizabeth," he said, "it must be indeed a
dreadful thing to think of them."
She turned quickly towards him. "You don't think that they can be
very bad?"
"I should be willing to take the risk of offering you absolution."
She bent down over her work so that her face was hidden. "Ah, you
—you don't know"——she rather breathed than spoke. He only
smiled incredulously, as one who knew her better than she did
herself.
"Play for me, darling," he said, after awhile, and she went
mechanically to the piano. But her playing was always a matter of
mood, and to-night her fingers faltered, the keys did not respond as
usual. She passed restlessly from one thing to another—snatches of
Brahms, Chopin, Tschaikowski, with the same jarring note running
through them all.
She broke off at last, with a wild clash of chords. "I can't play to-
night," she said, and came back to the fire. "How calm you are!" she
said, standing beside Gerard and looking down at him with eyes
almost of reproach. "This horrible evening doesn't get on your
nerves at all."
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