Harry was on time, but he was alone. "Neil did not keep his engagement," he explained, "and as I wished to keep mine, I did not wait for him. I think we can do without Neil Gordon." Rose said he was not at all necessary; but she suddenly lost her spirits and grumbled at the sunshine and the dust, and did not appear to enjoy her drive in the least. They went twice through the village, and passed Adriana's home each time. Peter was in his garden, and he saw them, and straightened himself that he might lift his hat to Harry's salute, and to the kiss his handsome daughter sent him from her finger tips. The event pleased him, but he was not unnaturally or unadvisedly proud of it. He considered the circumstance as a result of giving his girl a fine education, and he hoped some of the rich, miserly men of the village would see and understand the object lesson. In the evening he walked down to the post-office. He expected his neighbors to notice the affair, and he had a few wise, modest words ready on the duty of parents to educate their daughters for refined society. He intended to say "it was natural for girls to look for the best, and that they ought to be fitted for the best;" and so on, as far as he was led or supported. But no one spoke of Adriana, and people generally seemed inclined to avoid Peter; even his intimates only gave him a passing "good-night" as they went rapidly onward. At length, Peter began to understand. "I believe they are dumb with envy," he thought, and his thoughts had a touch of anger. "Of course, it is better to be envied than pitied; but I wish they did not feel in that way. It is disappointing. Bless my little Yanna! There are many who would not mind her being behindhand with God; who cannot bear her to be beforehand with the world. It is queer, and it is mean; but I'll say nothing about it; a man can't wrangle with his neighbors, and be at peace with his God at the same time--and it is only a little cloud--it will soon blow over." He had scarcely come to this conclusion when he was accosted by an impertinent busybody, who said some sharp things about Mr. Harry Filmer's reputation, and the imprudence of Adriana Van Hoosen being seen driving with the young man. "Go up to the Filmers' house, and say to them what you have said to me," answered Peter, and his face was black with anger. "I was not thinking of the Filmers, Peter. I was thinking of your daughter." "You have daughters of your own, William Bogart. Look after them. I will take care of my Adriana. She was driving with Miss Filmer, and not with Mr. Filmer; but that does not make a mite of difference. Miss or Mister, I can trust Adriana Van Hoosen. She is a good girl, thank God!"