unger companions were
ready to go. Millard was a little sorry for the interruption. He could
not but feel that he was in some sort under condemnation by Miss
Callender, and there was something about Miss Callender which made one
respect her moral judgment and desire to stand well in her estimation.
But the conversation in the carriage took another turn, and as she
approached her own home it occurred to Phillida that Millard's remark at
the time of his call implied that his acquaintance with the family might
depend on her inviting him. She felt grateful to him for his graceful
attentions during the evening, and when he left her at the door she
extended her hand and said:

"We shall be glad to see you, Mr. Millard."

When Millard had landed Mrs. Gouverneur in Washington Square, with many
polite speeches on both sides, and had reached his bachelor apartment,
he sat down in front of the grate with a comfortable feeling of
complacency. He had helped Mrs. Hilbrough to launch her little bark
without any untoward accident; he had secured for the Baron an honor
which the latter would certainly not underestimate. Then, too, he had
obliged Mrs. Gouverneur while he gratified his own inclinations in
escorting Miss Callender to the reception. Whenever he came around to
Phillida he found the only uncomfortable spot in his meditations. He had
never dreamed that anybody could think the life of a consummate
gentleman like himself deserving of anything but commendation. The
rector of St. Mathias, who was a genial man of the world himself, with
just the amount of devoutness admixed that was indispensable to his
professional character, had never for a moment found fault with Millard,
who was liberal in parish affairs and an ornament to the church. Here
was a young lady with a very different standard, who thought it a
Christian duty to be useful not so much to the church as to people less
fortunate than herself. Millard tried to dismiss the matter from his
mind by reflecting that Miss Callender's father must have been a
peculiar man. But there was an elevation about Phillida's nature that
made him feel his own to be something less than was desirable. Yet it
was clear to him that Miss Callender misjudged society people from
ignorance of them. He would call some day and set her right. Then he
laughed at the notion. What did it matter to him whether this young
woman judged rightly or wrongly of people in society generally, and of
himself in p