r, I am jealous of
Charley, but I am not disappointed. I never had any hopes. I'd about as
soon have thought of making love to any beatified saint in glory as to
Phillida. But Charley's refined audacity is equal to anything."

The mother said nothing. She felt her son's bitterness too deeply to try
to comfort him.

"I hate it most of all for Phillida's sake," Philip went on. "It can not
be a happy marriage. Here they've gone and engaged themselves without
reflection, and a catastrophe is sure to follow."

"Oh, maybe not," said Mrs. Gouverneur, who could not help feeling that
Philip partly blamed her for the engagement.

"Why, just look at it. They haven't really kept company. He has been
going to dinner and dancing parties this spring, and she to
Mackerelville Mission and Mrs. Frankland's Bible Readings. If they
should discover their incompatibility before marriage it wouldn't be so
bad; but he's off to Europe for the summer, and then they'll be married
in the autumn, probably, and then what? Phillida will never spend her
time dancing germans with Charley; and he would make a pretty fist
running a class of urchins in Mackerelville. I tell you it only means
misery for both of them." And with this prediction Philip mounted to his
own room.

Millard was too busy with the packing of trunks, the arrangement of
business, and farewell visits to Phillida, to give much thought to
Philip's curious behavior; but it troubled him nevertheless. And when,
on the deck of the steamer _Arcadia_, he bade good-by to a large circle
of friends, including Mr. Hilbrough, who brought a bouquet from his
wife, and Mrs. Callender and her daughters, he looked about in vain for
Philip. He could no longer doubt that for some reason Philip disliked
his engagement. But when the last adieus had been waved to diminishing
and no longer distinguishable friends on the pier-end, and the great
city had shrunk into the background and passed from view as the vessel
glided steadily forward into the Narrows, Millard entered his cabin and
found a package of guide-books and a note from Philip excusing his
absence on the ground of a headache, but hoping that his friend would
have a pleasant voyage and expressing hearty good wishes for his future
with Phillida. It was all very curious and unlike Philip. But the truth
below dawned upon Charley, and it gave him sorrow that his great joy
might be Philip's disappointment.

When September had come Philip sat one da