“And proffered the introduction to Mabel?” the faintest imaginable glimmer of sarcastic amusement in his eyes, but none in his accent.

“He requested it, I believe.”

“That is more probable.  Excuse my frankness, aunt, when I say that it would have been more in consonance with the laws controlling the conduct of really thoroughbred people, had your paragon—­I use the term in no offensive sense—­applied to me, instead of to you, for permission to pay his addresses to my ward.  I am willing to ascribe this blunder, however, to ignorance of the code of polite society, and not to intentional disrespect, since you represent the gentleman as amiable and well-meaning.  I am, furthermore, willing to examine his certificates of character and means, with a view to determining what are his recommendations to my sister’s preference, over and above ball-room graces and the fact that he is Mr. Sutton’s namesake, and whether it will be safe and advisable to grant my consent to their marriage.  Whatever is for Mabel’s real welfare shall be done, while I cannot but wish that her choice had fallen upon some one nearer home The prosecution of inquiries as to the reputation of one whose residence is so distant, is a difiicult and delicate task.”

“If you will only talk to him for ten minutes he will remove your scruples,—­satisfy you that all is as it should be,” asserted Mrs. Sutton, more confidently to him than herself.

“I trust it will be as you say—­but credulity is not my besetting sin.  I am ready to see the gentleman at any hour you and he may see fit to appoint.”

“I will send Mr. Chilton to you at once, then.”  Mrs, Sutton collected the scattering remnants of hope and resolution, that she might deal a parting shot.

“Winston is an awful trial to my temper, although he never loses his own,” she was wont to soliloquize, in the lack of a confidante to whom she could expatiate upon his eccentricities and general untowardness.  His marked avoidance of Frederic’s name in this conference savored to her of insulting meaning.  She had rather he had coupled it with opprobious epithets whenever he referred to him, than spoken of him as “this” or “that gentleman.”  If he took this high and chilly tone, with Mabel’s wooer, there was no telling what might be the result of the affair.

“Don’t mind him if he is stiff and uncompromising for a while,” she enjoined upon Frederic, in apprising him of the seignior’s readiness to grant him audience, “It is only his way, and he is Mabel’s brother.”

“I will bear the latter hint in mind,” rejoined the young man, with the gay, affectionate smile he often bestowed upon her.”  I don’t believe he can awe me into resignation of my purpose, or provoke me into dislike of the rest of the family.”

Mabel was in her aunt’s room, plying her with queries, hard to be evaded, touching the tenor and consequences of her recent negotiations, when a servant brought a message from her brother.  She was wanted in the study.  The girl turned very white, as she prepared to obey, without an idea of delay or of refusal.