Soon after meeting with the Hon. Mr. Erskine, Mrs. Minturn felt a strong desire to bring him to the feet of her daughter.  He presented just the kind of alliance she wished for Emeline.  In imagination she soon began to picture to herself the elevated and brilliant position her child would occupy as the wife of Erskine, and she resolved to leave no means untried for the accomplishment of her wishes.  Accordingly, she was particularly attentive to the young man whenever thrown into his company; and sought, by flattering his self-love, to make him feel in the best possible humour with himself while in her society.  In this way she succeeded in drawing him frequently to her side, where Emeline was always to be found.  A sprightly, well-educated, and finely accomplished girl, Emeline soon interested the young M. C.; and he showed her, as has been said, a good deal of attention during the winter, and Mrs. Minturn flattered herself that her daughter had made a conquest.

When the session of Congress closed, the Minturns returned home in the enjoyment of a much higher opinion of themselves than they had ever before entertained, and quite disposed to be rather more choice than before in regard to their visiting acquaintance.  A few days after their reappearance in old circles, a card of invitation to meet some friends at the house of Mr. and Mrs. Allender was received.  It extended to themselves and their eldest daughter, Emeline.  Mrs. Minturn handed the card to her husband on his return from his office in the evening.

“What is this?” he asked, on taking it.  “Ah, indeed!” he added, in rather an equivocal voice, on perceiving its tenor.  “Are you going?”

“I rather think not.”

“Just as you say about it,” remarked the acquiescing husband.

“The truth is,” said Mrs. Minturn, “a regard for our position makes it necessary for us to be more select in our acquaintances.  I don’t wish Emeline to be on terms of intimacy with Clara Allender any longer.  There is too great a difference in their social relations.  As people are judged by the company they keep, they should be a little choice in their selection.  I like Mrs. Allender very well in her place.  She is a good, plain, common-sense sort of a woman, but she occupies a grade below us; and we should remember and act upon this for the sake of our children, if for nothing else.”

“No doubt you are right,” replied Mr. Minturn.  “Mr. Allender has neither energy of character nor enterprise; he, therefore, occupies a dead level in society.  At that level he cannot expect every one else to remain.”

“Not us, at least.”

“No.”

“Clara called to see Emeline yesterday.  I saw her in the parlour, and asked her to excuse Emeline, as she was a little indisposed.  It is true, I had to fib a little.  But that was better than a renewal of an acquaintance that ought now to cease.  She seemed a little hurt, but I can’t help it.”