The world was hers then,—­for she had not read romances and love-letters without finding that beauty governs it in all times and places.  Who was this middle-aged minister that had been hanging round her and talking to her about heaven, when there was not a single joy of earth that she had as yet tasted?  A man that had been saying all his fine things to Miss Susan Posey, too, had he, before he had bestowed his attentions on her?  And to a dozen other girls, too, nobody knows who!

The revulsion was a very sadden one.  Such changes of feeling are apt to be sudden in young people whose nerves have been tampered with, and Myrtle was not of a temperament or an age to act with much deliberation where a pique came in to the aid of a resolve.  Master Gridley guessed sagaciously what would be the effect of his revelation, when he told her of the particular attentions the minister had paid to pretty Susan Posey and various other young women.

The Rev. Mr. Stoker had parted his hair wonderfully that morning, and made himself as captivating as his professional costume allowed.  He had drawn down the shades of his windows so as to let in that subdued light which is merciful to crow’s-feet and similar embellishments, and wheeled up his sofa so that two could sit at the table and read from the same book.

At eleven o’clock he was pacing the room with a certain feverish impatience, casting a glance now and then at the mirror as he passed it.  At last the bell rang, and he himself went to answer it, his heart throbbing with expectation of meeting his lovely visitor.

Myrtle Hazard appeared by an envoy extraordinary, the bearer of sealed despatches.  Mistress Kitty Fagan was the young lady’s substitute, and she delivered into the hand of the astonished clergyman the following missive: 

To the Rev.  Mr. Stoker.

Reverend Sir,—­I shall not come to your study this day.  I do not feel that I have any more need of religious counsel at this time, and I am told by a friend that there are others who will be glad to hear you talk on this subject.  I hear that Mrs. Hopkins is interested in religious subjects, and would have been glad to see you in my company.  As I cannot go with her, perhaps Miss Susan Posey will take my place.  I thank you for all the good things you have said to me, and that you have given me so much of your company.  I hope we shall sing hymns together in heaven some time, if we are good enough, but I want to wait for that awhile, for I do not feel quite ready.  I am not going to see you any more alone, reverend sir.  I think this is best, and I have good advice.  I want to see more of young people of my own age, and I have a friend, Mr. Gridley, who I think is older than you are, that takes an interest in me; and as you have many others that you must be interested in, he can take the place of a father better than you can do.  I return to you the hymn-book, I read one of those you marked, and do not care to read any more.