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Phillida would have refused the invitation an hour before, but in the tenderness of parting she had a remorseful sense of pain regarding the whole interview. With a scrupulousness quite characteristic she had begun to blame herself.

"She might exert an excellent influence in society. We do need more such people as the leaven of the kingdom of heaven in wealthy circles." "Indeed we do," said Mrs. Hilbrough, "and for Phillida to throw away such prospects, and such opportunities for usefulness" she added this last as an afterthought, taking her cue from Mrs. Frankland "seems to me positively wrong."

This allusion to cures by Phillida set Millard into a whirl of feeling. That she had been doing something calculated to make her the subject of talk brought a rush of indignant feeling, but all his training as a man of society and as a man of business inclined him to a prudent silence under excitement.

She would say, 'Cousin Phil is interesting, but he hides his talent in a napkin. He studied law, and now neglects to practise it because his uncle left him two or three thousand dollars a year. To her I am only an idler, when I'm not a mocker." "She likes you, I am sure." "Yes, in a way, no doubt. But I'm a doubter, and a mocker, and a failure, and Phillida knows it. And so do I."

"You do not consider that you owe any duty to me at all," he said in a voice smothered by feeling. Phillida tried to reply, but she could not speak. Millard was now pacing the floor. "It is all that Mrs. Frankland's work. She isn't worthy to tie your shoes. She never fed the hungry, or clothed the naked, or visited the sick. It's all talk, talk, talk, with her.

Wilhelmina, for her part, held Phillida fast by the hand and saw no one but her savior, and Phillida felt a moving of the heart that one feels in pulling a drowning person from the water, and that uplifting of the spirit that comes to those of the true prophetic temperament.

Callender was beginning to protest against this last act the coach rolled away, and Agatha saw Millard and Phillida face about without waiting for another coach and return toward Shakspere and the Mall. "I oughtn't to have let him pay for us," murmured Mrs. Callender. "Oh, you needn't feel under any obligations," whispered Agatha; "he just wanted to be alone with Phillida."

"Busy with my catalogue," said Philip as Phillida came in. He had been busy making a catalogue of his treasures for two years, but he could not get one to suit him. "I hate to print this till I get a complete 'De Bry, and that'll be many a year to come, I'm afraid.

The poor girl with shaken nerves and enfeebled vitality saw a vision of health. She watched Phillida closely, and listened eagerly to her words, for to her they were words of life. "Now, Mina, if you believe, if you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, all things are possible." The girl closed her eyes a moment, then she opened them with her face radiant. "Miss Callender, I do believe."

I am of age." "Phillida, I am responsible for you to your parents tonight. Let me take you home, explain things to them, and then decide your course." "But that is what I most do not want to do!" she naïvely exclaimed. "You will not?" "I'm sorry. No." "Then I must see the man." "Not hurt ?" I recalled the man we had just seen on the skating floor, with a qualm of quite unreasonable bitterness.