“Of course not.  I am sorry, for their sakes, that we must give up the acquaintance.  No loss can come to us, as we have more friends, now, than are just convenient.”

“It would help Clara a good deal,” remarked Mrs. Minturn, “to mingle in our circle.  Her mother feels this, and, therefore, does not wish to give us up.  I’ve not the least doubt but this party is made on our account.  It won’t do, however; they will have to let us go.”

“It will be sufficient to send our regrets,” said Mr. Minturn.

“We’d better not even do that,” replied his wife.  “That will indicate a wish to retain the acquaintance, and we have no such desire.  Better sever the relation at once and be done with the matter.  It is unpleasant at least, and there is no use in prolonging disagreeable sensations.”

“Be it so, then,” remarked Mr. Minturn, rising; and so the thing was decided.

Mrs. Minturn had lapsed into a small mistake touching the reason that induced Mr. and Mrs. Allender to give an entertainment just at that time.  It was not in honour of their return from Washington, and designed to unite the families in a firmer union; no, a thought like this had not entered the mind of the Allenders.  The honour was designed for another—­even for the Hon. Mr. Erskine, who was the son of one of Mr. Allender’s oldest and most valued friends, whom he had not seen for many years, yet with whom he had enjoyed an uninterrupted correspondence.  On his return home, Mr. Erskine remained a few days in the city, as much to see Mr. Allender as for any thing else, his father having particularly desired him to do so.  He had never met Mr. Allender before, but was charmed with his gentlemanly character and fine intelligence at the first interview, and still more pleased with him at each subsequent meeting.  With Mrs. Allender he was also pleased; but, most of all, with Clara.  About the latter there was a charm that won his admiration.  She was beautiful; but how different her beauty from that of the brilliant belles who had glittered in the gay circles of fashion he had just left!  It was less the beauty of features than that which comes through them, as a transparent medium, from the pure and lovely spirit within.  Erskine had been more than pleased with Miss Minturn; but he thought of her as one in a lower sphere while in the presence of Clara, who, like a half-hidden violet, seemed all unconscious of beauty or fragrance.

Yes, it was for Mr. Erskine that the party was given, and in order to introduce him to a highly refined and intellectual circle, of which Mr. Allender and his wife notwithstanding external reverses, were still the centre.  Not from any particular pleasure that was expected to be derived from the company of the Minturns, were they invited; for, in going up, they had changed so for the worse, that their society had become irksome, if not offensive.  But, for the sake of old friendship, they were included.  But they did not come; and no one missed them.