should go to such lengths in her resentment.  She could conceive of her wishing to punish him, to retaliate her suffering on him; but to renounce him for it was another thing; and she did not attribute to her daughter any other motive than she would have felt herself.  It was always this way with Mrs. Pasmer:  she followed her daughter accurately up to a certain point; beyond that she did not believe the girl knew herself what she meant; and perhaps she was not altogether wrong.  Girlhood is often a turmoil of wild impulses, ignorant exaltations, mistaken ideals, which really represent no intelligent purpose, and come from disordered nerves, ill-advised reading, and the erroneous perspective of inexperience.  Mrs. Pasmer felt this, and she was tempted to break into a laugh over Alice’s heroics; but she preferred to keep a serious countenance, partly because she did not feel the least seriously.  She was instantly resolved not to let this letter accomplish anything more than Dan’s temporary abasement, and she would have preferred to shorten this to the briefest moment possible.  She liked him, and she was convinced that Alice could never do better, if half so well.  She would now have preferred to treat him with familiar confidence, to tell him that she had no idea of Alice’s writing him that nonsensical letter, and he was not to pay the least attention to it; for of course it meant nothing; but another principle of her complex nature came into play, and she silently folded the note and returned it to Dan, trembling before her.

“Well?” he quavered.

“Well,” returned Mrs. Pasmer judicially, while she enjoyed his tremor, whose needlessness inwardly amused her—­“well, of course, Alice was—­”

“Annoyed, I know.  And it was all my fault—­or my misfortune.  But I assure you, Mrs. Pasmer, that I thought I was doing something that would please her—­in the highest and noblest way.  Now don’t you know I did?”

Mrs. Pasmer again wished to laugh, but in the face of Dan’s tragedy she had to forbear.  She contented herself with saying:  “Of course.  But perhaps it wasn’t the best time for pleasing her just in that way.”

“It was then or never.  I can see now—­why, I could see all the time—­just how it might look; but I supposed Alice wouldn’t care for that, and if I hadn’t tried to make some reparation then to Mrs. Frobisher and her sister, I never could.  Don’t you see?”

“Yes, certainly.  But—­”

“And Alice herself told me to go and look after them,” interposed Mavering.  He suppressed, a little uncandidly, the fact of her first reluctance.

“But you know it was the first time you had been out together?”

“Yes.”

“And naturally she would wish to have you a good deal to herself, or at least not seeming to run after other people.”

“Yes, yes; I know that.”

“And no one ever likes to be taken at their word in a thing like that.”