“Nobody ever accused you of that, Major,” retorted Jack, with a laugh.  “But what two have you in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t mean anything personal.  I just use names as typical.  Say Henderson and Carmen.”  And the Major leaned back and tapped his fingers together, as if he were putting a general proposition.

Jack flushed, and then thought a moment—­it would be ridiculous to get angry with old Fairfax—­and then said:  “Major, if I were you, I wouldn’t have anything to do with either of them.  You’ll spoil your digestion.”

“Umph!” the Major grunted, as he rose from his chair.  “This is an age of impudence.  There’s no more respect for gray hair than if it were dyed.  I cannot waste any more time on you.  I’ve got an early dinner.  Devilish uphill work trying to encourage people who dine at seven.  But, my boy, think on these things, as the saint says.”

And the old fellow limped away.  There was one good thing about the Major.  He stood up in church every Sunday and read his prayers, like a faithful old sinner as he was.

Jack, sobered by the talk, walked home in a very irritated mood, blaming everybody except himself.  For old Fairfax’s opinion he didn’t care, but evidently the old fellow represented a lot of gossip.  He wished people would mind their own business.  His irritation was a little appeased by Edith’s gay and loving greeting; but she, who knew every shade of his face, saw it.

“Have you had a worrying day?”

“No; not specially.  I’ve had an hour of old Fairfax, who hasn’t any business of his own to attend to.”

“Oh, nobody minds the Major,” Edith said, as she gave him a shake and another kiss; but a sharp pang went through her heart, for she guessed what had happened, since she had had a visit that afternoon from another plain-speaking person.

They were staying late in town.  Edith, who did not care to travel far, was going presently to a little cottage by the sea, and Mrs. Schuyler Blunt had looked in for a moment to say good-by before she went up to her Lenox house.

“It’s only an old farmhouse made over,” Mrs. Blunt was saying; “hardly smart enough to ask anybody to, but we hope to have you and Jack there some time.”

“That would be very nice.  I hear Lenox is more beautiful than ever.”

“Yes, it is, and about as difficult to get into as the kingdom of heaven.  It’s being spoiled for moderate people.  The Hendersons and the Van Dams and that sort are in a race to see who shall build houses with the biggest rooms, and give the most expensive entertainments.  It’s all show.  The old flavor has gone.”

“But they cannot spoil the scenery.”.

“My child, they are the scenery.  You can’t see anything else.  It doesn’t bother me, but some of my old neighbors are just ruining themselves trying to keep the pace.  I do think the Americans are the biggest fools on earth.”

“Father Damon says the trouble is we haven’t any middle class for a balance.”