“Little beyond what I have learned by my own observation.”

“And what has that taught you?  I should like very much to know.”

“It has taught me, Cara,” replied Jane, seriously, “to estimate him very lightly indeed.  From what I have seen, I am convinced that he possesses neither fixed principles nor any decision of character.  In the world, without these a man is like a ship upon the ocean, having neither helm nor compass.”

“You make broad and bold charges, Jane.  But I am sure you are mistaken.”

“I may be.  But so certain am I that I am right, that I would rather die this hour than be compelled to link my lot in life with his.  Certain I am that I should make shipwreck of hope and affection.”

“You deal in riddles, Jane.  Speak out more plainly.”

“Surely, Cara, long before this you have or ought to have discovered, that Charles Wilton exhibits far too much love of appearance for a sensible man.  He dresses in the very best style and may be able to afford it; but that is not all;—­he evidently esteems these external embellishments of superior importance to mental or moral endowments.  He rarely fails to remark upon men not so well dressed as himself, and to refer to the defect as one sufficient to make the individual contemptible, no matter what may be the circumstances or merit of the person referred to.  I have more than once noticed that Charles Wilton passes over every thing in his disgust for defect in dress.”

“I do not see a matter of serious importance in that,” said Cara.  “His love of dress is a mere foible, that may be excused.  It certainly has nothing to do with his real character.”

“It is an indication of the man’s true character,” her friend replied.  “I am sure that I want no plainer exhibition.  If he was simply fond of dress, and indulged in that fondness even to the extent he now does it might indicate a mere weakness of character, in the form of an undue love of admiration.  But when, to this, we see a disposition to value others, and to judge of them by their garments, then we may be sure that there is a serious defect of character.  The man, Cara, believe me, who has no higher standard of estimation for other men, than the form, manner, and texture of their garments, has not the capacity rightly to value a woman or to know wherein her true merit lies.  This is one of the reasons why I said that I would rather die than link my lot in life with that young man.”

“Well, as for me, Jane, I am sure that I would rather have a man with some spirit in him, than to be tied to such a drone as Walter Gray.  Why, I should die in a week.  I can’t for my life, see how you can enjoy his society for a moment!”

“I should think any woman ought to be able to enjoy the company of a man of sense,” Jane remarked, quietly.

“Surely, Jane, you don’t pretend by that to set up Walter Gray as the superior of Charles Wilton in regard to intelligence?”