“I certainly never intended to do so, Mrs. Martindale.”

“Of course not, Mary.  I never supposed for a moment that you had.  Still he is interested, and deeply so.”

Having ventured thus far, Mrs. Martindale deemed it prudent to say no more for the present, but to leave her insinuations to work upon Mary’s heart what they were designed to effect.  She was satisfied that all was as she could wish—­that both Fenwick and Mary were interested in each other; and she knew enough of the human heart, and of her own power over it, when exercised in a certain way, to know that it would not be long before they were much more deeply interested.

Like all the rest of Mrs. Martindale’s selections of parties for matrimony, the present was a very injudicious one.  Mary was only seventeen—­too young, by three or four years, to be able properly to judge of character; and Fenwick was by no means a suitable man for her husband.  He was himself only about twenty-one, with a character not yet fully decided, though the different constituents of his mind were just ready to take their various positions, and fixed and distinctive forms.  Unfortunately, these mental and moral relations were not truly balanced; there was an evident bias of selfishness and evil over generous and true principles.  As Mrs. Martindale was no profound judge of character, she could not, of course, make a true discrimination of Fenwick’s moral fitness for the husband of Mary Lester.  Indeed, she never attempted to analyze character, nor had she an idea of any thing beneath the surface.  Personal appearance, an affable exterior, and a little flattery of herself, were the three things which, in her estimation, went to make up a perfect character—­were enough to constitute the beau ideal of a husband for any one.

Mary’s father was a merchant of considerable wealth and standing in society, and possessing high-toned feelings and principles.  Mary was his oldest child.  He loved her tenderly, and, moreover, felt all a parent’s pride in one so young, so lovely, and so innocent.

Fenwick had, until within a few months, been a clerk in a retail dry-goods store, at a very small salary.  A calculating, but not too honest a wholesale dealer in the same line, desirous of getting rid of a large stock of unsaleable goods, proposed to the young man to set him up in business—­a proposition which was instantly accepted.  The credit thus furnished to Fenwick was an inducement for others to sell to him; and so, without a single dollar of capital, he obtained a store full of goods.  The scheme of the individual who had thus induced him to venture upon a troubled and uncertain sea, was to get paid fair prices for his own depreciated goods out of Fenwick’s first sales, and then gradually to withdraw his support, compelling him to buy of other jobbing houses, until his indebtedness to him would be but nominal.  He was very well assured that the young merchant could not stand it over a year or two, and for that length of time only by a system of borrowing and accommodations; but as to the result he cared nothing, so that he effected a good sale of a bad stock.