thinking. George was not, she decided, a gentleman in the Old Dominion
sense. Dalton would have been amazed could he have looked into Aunt
Claudia's mind and have seen himself a--Publican.

"Father," she said, after Dalton had left them, "did I hear you invite
him to dinner?"

"Yes, my dear, but he could not come----"

"I'm glad he couldn't."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure that he's--our kind----"

"Nonsense, he's a very fine fellow."

"How do you know?"

"Well, I know this," testily, "that I am not to be instructed as to the
sort of person I can ask to my house."

"Oh, Father, I didn't mean that. Of course you can do as you please."

"Of course I shall, Claudia."

"I think he is charming," said Mrs. Paine. "He has lovely eyes."

"Hasn't he?" said little Becky.