He said gloomily, “Not ladies and gentlemen. Servants do. Waiters--like me.” He inflicted this stab to his pride with savage fortitude and he bore with self-scorn the pursuit of her innocent curiosity. “But I thought--I thought you was a college student.” “Were,” Gregory corrected her, involuntarily, and she said, “Were, I mean.” “I'm a student at college, and here I'm a servant! It's all right!” he said with a suppressed gritting of the teeth; and he added, “My Master was the servant of the meanest, and I must--I beg your pardon for meddling with your manner of speaking--” “Oh, I'm very much obliged to you; indeed I am. And I shall not care if you tell me of anything that's out of the way in my talking,” said Clementina, generously. “Thank you; I think I won't wait any longer for Mr. Fane.” “Why, I'm su'a he'll be back very soon, now. I'll try not to disturb you any moa.” Gregory turned from taking some steps towards the door, and said, “I wish you would tell Mr. Fane something.” “For you? Why, suttainly!” “No. For you. Tell him that it's all right about his calling you Boss.” The indignant color came into Clementina's face. “He had no business to call me that.” “No; and he doesn't think he had, now. He's truly sorry for it.” “I'll see,” said Clementina. She had not seen by the time Fane got back. She received his apologies for being gone so long coldly, and went away to Mrs. Atwell, whom she told what had passed between Gregory and herself. “Is he truly so proud?” she asked. “He's a very good young man,” said Mrs. Atwell, “but I guess he's proud. He can't help it, but you can see he fights against it. If I was you, Clem, I wouldn't say anything to the guls about it.” “Oh, no'm--I mean, no, indeed. I shouldn't think of it. But don't you think that was funny, his bringing in Christ, that way?” “Well, he's going to be a minister, you know.” “Is he really?” Clementina was a while silent. At last she said, “Don't you think Mr. Gregory has a good many freckles?” “Well, them red-complected kind is liable to freckle,” said Mrs. Atwell, judicially. After rather a long pause for both of them, Clementina asked, “Do you think it would be nice for me to ask Mr. Gregory about things, when I wasn't suttain?” “Like what?” “Oh-wo'ds, and pronunciation; and books to read.” “Why, I presume he'd love to have you. He's always correctin' the guls; I see him take up a book one day, that one of 'em was readin', and when she as't him about it, he said it was rubbage. I guess you couldn't have a betta guide.” “Well, that was what I was thinking. I guess I sha'n't do it, though. I sh'd neva have the courage.” Clementina laughed and then fell rather seriously silent again. VII.