“Indeed!  And I suppose I must believe you.  But come, don’t turn Puritan.  You are almost behind the age, as it is, and if you don’t take care, you will get clear out of date, and either live and die an old maid, or have to put up with one of your quiet inoffensive gentlemen who hardly dare look a real briliant belle in the face.”

Caroline Gay could not help smiling at her friend’s light bantering, even while she felt inclined to be serious in consideration of the false views of life that were influencing the conduct and affecting the future prospects of one, whose many good qualities of heart, won her love.

“And if I should get off,” she said, “with one of those quiet gentlemen you allude to, it will be about the height of my expectation.”

“Well, you are a queer kind of a girl, any how!  But, do you know why I want to make a sensation at Mrs. Walshingham’s?”

“No.  I would be pleased to hear.”

“Then I will just let you into a bit of a secret.  I’ve set my heart on making a conquest of Henry Clarence.”

“Indeed!” ejaculated Caroline, with an emphasis that would have attracted Melvina’s attention, had her thoughts and feelings not been at the moment too much engaged.

“Yes, I have.  He’s so calm and cold, and rigidly polite to me whenever we meet, that I am chilled with the frigid temperature of the atmosphere that surrounds him.  But as he is a prize worth the trouble of winning, I have set my heart on melting him down, and bringing him to my feet.”

Caroline smiled as her friend paused, but did not reply.

“I know half a dozen girls now, who are breaking their hearts after him,” continued the maiden.  “But I’ll disappoint them all, if there is power in a woman’s winning ways to conquer.  So you see, my lady Gay—­Grave it should be—­that I have some of the strongest reasons in the world, for wishing to be present at the ‘come off’ next week.  Now you’ll go, won’t you?”

“Perhaps I will, if it’s only to see the effect of your demonstrations on the heart of Henry Clarence.  But he is one of your quiet, inoffensive gentlemen, Melvina.  How comes it that you set him as a prize?”

“If he is quiet, there is fire in him.  I’ve seen his eye flash, and his countenance brighten with thought too often, not to know of what kind of stuff he is made.”

“And if I were to judge of his character, he is not one to be caugnt by effect,” Caroline remarked.

“O, as to that, all men have their weak side.  There isn’t one, trust me, who can withstand the brilliant attractions of the belle of the ball room, such as, pardon my vanity, I hope to be on next Tuesday evening.  I have seen a little of the world in my time, and have always observed, that whoever can eclipse all her fair compeers at one of these brilliant assemblages, possesses, for the time, a power that may be used to advantage.  All the beaux flock around her, and vie with each other in kind attentions.  If, then, she distinguish some individual of them above the rest, by her marked reciprocation of his attentions, he is won.  The grateful fellow will never forsake her.”