Mrs. Pasmer was amused by the droll look in Dan’s eyes.  “I think they ought to be willing to share evenly,” she said.

“Yes; that’s what I say—­share and share alike.  I’m not selfish about those little things.”  He blew off a long sighing breath.  “Mrs. Pasmer, don’t you think we ought to have an ideal of conduct?”

Mrs. Pasmer abandoned herself to laughter.  “O Dan!  Dan!  You will be the death of me.”

“We will die together, then, Mrs. Pasmer.  Alice will kill me.”  He regarded her with a sad sympathy in his eye as she laughed and laughed with delicious intelligence of the case.  The intelligence was perfect, from their point of view; but whether it fathomed the girl’s whole intention or aspiration is another matter.  Perhaps this was not very clear to herself.  At any rate, Mavering did not go any more to see Mrs. Brinkley, whose house he had liked to drop into.  Alice went several times, to show, she said, that she had no feeling in the matter; and Mrs. Brinkley, when she met Dan, forbore to embarrass him with questions or reproaches; she only praised Alice to him.

There were not many other influences that Alice cut him off from; she even exposed him to some influences that might have been thought deleterious.  She made him go and call alone upon certain young ladies whom she specified, and she praised several others to him, though she did not praise them for the same things that he did.  One of them was a girl to whom Alice had taken a great fancy, such as often buds into a romantic passion between women; she was very gentle and mild, and she had none of that strength of will which she admired in Alice.  One night there was a sleighing party to a hotel in the suburbs, where they had dancing and then supper.  After the supper they danced “Little Sally Waters” for a finale, instead of the Virginia Reel, and Alice would not go on the floor with Dan; she said she disliked that dance; but she told him to dance with Miss Langham.  It became a gale of fun, and in the height of it Dan slipped and fell with his partner.  They laughed it off, with the rest, but after a while the girl began to cry; she had received a painful bruise.  All the way home, while the others laughed and sang and chattered, Dan was troubled about this poor girl; his anxiety became a joke with the whole sleighful of people.

When he parted with Alice at her door, he said, “I’m afraid I hurt Miss Langham; I feel awfully about it.”

“Yes; there’s no doubt of that.  Good night!”

She left him to go off to his lodging, hot and tingling with indignation at her injustice.  But kindlier thoughts came to him before he slept, and he fell asleep with a smile of tenderness for her on his lips.  He could see how he was wrong to go out with any one else when Alice said she disliked the dance; he ought not to have taken advantage of her generosity in appointing him a partner; it was trying for her to see him make