s not so much to dread for her in her marriage with such a man.
Still, he would have liked, if he could, to tell her what he had told
her father of Durgin's behavior with Lynde, and let her bring the test
of her self-devotion to the case with a clear understanding. He had
sometimes been afraid that Whitwell might not be able to keep it
to himself; but now he wished that the philosopher had not been so
discreet. He had all this so absorbingly in mind that he started
presently with the fear that she had said something and he had not
answered, but when he asked her he found that she had not spoken. They
were standing at an open window looking out upon Lion's Head, when he
said: "I don't know how I shall show my gratitude to Mrs. Durgin and you
for thinking of having me up here. I've done a picture of Lion's Head
that might be ever so much worse; but I shouldn't have dreamed of
getting at it if it hadn't been for you, though I've so often dreamed
of doing it. Now I shall go home richer in every sort of way-thanks to
you."

She answered, simply: "You needn't thank anybody; but it was Jeff who
thought of it; we were ready enough to ask you."

"That was very good of him," said Westover, whom her words confirmed in
a suspicion he had had all along. But what did it matter that Jeff had
suggested their asking him, and then attributed the notion to them? It
was not so malign for him to use that means of ingratiating himself with
Westover, and of making him forget his behavior with Lynde, and it was
not unnatural. It was very characteristic; at the worst it merely proved
that Jeff was more ashamed of what he had done than he would allow, and
that was to his credit.

He heard Cynthia asking: "Mr. Westover, have you ever been at Class Day?
He wants us to come."

"Class Day? Oh, Class Day!" He took a little time to gather himself
together. "Yes, I've been at a good many. If you care to see something
pretty, it's the prettiest thing in the world. The students' sisters
and mothers come from everywhere; and there's fashion and feasting
and flirting, from ten in the morning till ten at night. I'm not sure
there's so much happiness; but I can't tell. The young people know about
that. I fancy there's a good deal of defeat and disappointment in it
all. But if you like beautiful dresses, and music and dancing, and a
great flutter of gayety, you can get more of it at Class Day than
you can in any other way. The good time depends a great de