- I do not know what for; but I am
very glad to see him."

He walked Winthrop off.

"He _is_ a strange man," thought Elizabeth; -- "he don't seem to
care in the least what he ever did or may do; he would just as
lief remind me of it as not. It is very odd that he shouldn't
want to come here, too."

She sat still and worked alone. When Mr. Haye by and by came
in, he joined Winthrop and Mr. Herder, and they three formed a
group which even the serving of tea and coffee did not break
up. Elizabeth's eye glanced over now and then towards the
interested heads of the talkers, and then at Rose and Mr.
Satterthwaite, who on the other side were also enough for each
other's contentment and seemed to care for no interruption.
Elizabeth interrupted nobody.

But so soon as awhile after tea Mr. Satterthwaite left the
company, Rose tripped across to the other group and placed her
pretty person over against the naturalist and his young
friend.

"Mr. Herder, you are taking up all of Mr. Landholm -- I haven't
seen him or spoken to him the whole evening."

"Dere he is, Miss Rose," said the naturalist. "Do what you
like wiz him."

"But you don't give a chance. Mr. Landholm, are you as great a
favourite with everybody as you are with Mr. Herder?"

"Everybody does not monopolize me, Miss Cadwallader."

"I wished so much you would come over our side -- I wanted to
make you acquainted with Mr. Satterthwaite."

Winthrop bowed, and Mr. Haye remarked that Mr. Satterthwaite
was not much to be acquainted with.

"No, but still -- he's very pleasant," Rose said. "And how is
everything up at your lovely place, Mr. Landholm?"

"Cold, at present, Miss Cadwallader."

"O yes, of course; but then I should think it would be lovely
at all times. Isn't it a beautiful place, Mr. Herder?"

"Which place, Miss Rose?"

"Why, Mr. Landholm's place, up the river, where we were that
summer. And how's your mother, Mr. Landholm, and your sister?
-- so kind Mrs. Landholm is! And have you left them entirely,
Mr. Landholm?"

"I have brought all of myself away that I could," he said with
a smile.

"Don't you wish yourself back there every day?"

"No."

"Don't you! I should think you would. How's your brother, Mr.
Landholm, and where is he?"

"He is well, and in the North yet."

"Is he coming back to Mannahatta soon?"

"I have no reason to think so."

"I wish he would. I want to see him again. He is such good
company."

"Mr. Wint'rop will