"You have seen him when he was quite a youth," answered his mother, "but have probably forgotten him. He is a young man of great promise, and has been awarded the first honors of his class. I feel a deep interest in him for his own sake, and moreover I am indebted to him for my introduction to our own Gabriella." "Indeed!" repeated her son, and glancing towards me, his countenance lighted up with a sudden look of intelligence. Why need Mrs. Linwood have said that? Why need she have associated him so intimately and significantly with me? And why could I not keep down the rising crimson, which might be attributed to another source than embarrassment? I opened my lips to deny any interest in Richard beyond that of friendly acquaintanceship; but Mrs. Linwood's mild, serene, yet resolute eyes, beat mine down and choked my eager utterance. Her eyes said as clearly as words could say, "what matters it to my son, how little or how great an interest you feel in Richard Clyde or any other person?" "You must accompany us, Gabriella," she said, with great kindness. "You have never witnessed this gathering of the literati of our State, and I know of no one who would enjoy it more. It will be quite an intellectual banquet." "I thank you, but I cannot accept the invitation," I answered, suppressing a sigh, not of disappointment at the necessity of refusal, but of mortification at the inference that would probably be drawn from this conversation. "My vacation does not begin till afterwards." "I think I can intercede with Mr. Regulus to release you," said Mrs. Linwood. "Thank you,--I do not wish to go,--indeed I would much rather not, unless," I added, fearful I had spoken too energetically, "you have an urgent desire that I should." "I wish very much to make you happy, and I think you would enjoy far more than you now anticipate. But there is time enough to decide. There will be a fortnight hence." "But the dresses, mamma," cried Edith; "you know she will need new dresses if she goes, and they will require some time to prepare." "As Gabriella will not _come out_, as it is called, till next winter," replied Mrs. Linwood, "it is not a matter of so much consequence as you imagine. Simplicity is much more charming than ornament in the dress of a very young girl." "I agree with you, mother," observed Ernest, without lifting his eyes from his book, "especially where artificial ornaments are superfluous." "I did not think you were listening to our remarks about dress," said Edith. "This is something quite new, brother." "I am _not_ listening, and yet I hear. So be very careful not to betray yourself in my presence. But perhaps I had better retire to the library, then you can discuss with more freedom the mysteries of the toilet and the fascinations of dress."