zine writer."

"I thought you liked his essays and stories."

"So I do. But you don't want to associate with everybody you like that
way. I am talking about society. You must draw the line somewhere. Oh, I
forgot Fogg--Dr. LeRoy Fogg, from Pittsburg." And down went the name of
Fogg.

"You mean that young swell whose business it is to drive a four-in-hand
to Yonkers and back, and toot on a horn?"

"Well, what of that? Everybody who is anybody, I mean all the girls,
want to go on his coach."

"Oh, Lord! I'd rather go on the Elevated." And Mavick laughed very
heartily, for him. "Well, I'll make a compromise. You take Fogg and I'll
take Burnett. He is in a good firm, he belongs to a first-rate club,
he goes to the Hunts' and the Scammels', I hear of him in good places.
Come."

"Well, if you make a point of it. I've nothing against him. But if you
knew the feelings of a mother about her only daughter you would know,
that you cannot be too careful."

When, several days after this conversation, Philip received his big
invitation, gorgeously engraved on what he took to be a sublimated
sort of wrapping-paper, he felt ashamed that he had doubted the sincere
friendship and the goodness of heart of Mrs. Mavick.

XV

One morning in December, Philip was sent down to Mr. Mavick's office
with some important papers. He was kept waiting a considerable time
in the outer room where the clerks were at work. A couple of clerks at
desks near the chair he occupied were evidently discussing some one and
he overheard fragments of sentences--"Yes, that's he." "Well, I guess
the old man's got his match this time."

When he was admitted to the private office, he encountered coming out in
the anteroom a man of striking appearance. For an instant they were face
to face, and then bowed and passed on. The instant seemed to awaken some
memory in Philip which greatly puzzled him.

The man had closely cropped black hair, black Whiskers, a little
curling, but also closely trimmed, piercing black eyes, and the
complexion of a Spaniard. The nose was large but regular, the mouth
square-cut and firm, and the powerful jaw emphasized the decision of the
mouth. The frame corresponded with the head. It was Herculean, and yet
with no exaggerated developments. The man was over six feet in height,
the shoulders were square, the chest deep, the hips and legs modeled for
strength, and with no superfluous flesh. Philip noticed, as they fronted
each