refined."

"He must be tremendously refined not to think of that!"

"Well, he is!" Catherine exclaimed, before she knew it.

"I thought you had gone to sleep," her father answered. "The hour
has come!" he added to himself. "Lavinia is going to get up a
romance for Catherine. It's a shame to play such tricks on the girl.
What is the gentleman's name?" he went on, aloud.

"I didn't catch it, and I didn't like to ask him. He asked to be
introduced to me," said Mrs. Penniman, with a certain grandeur; "but
you know how indistinctly Jefferson speaks." Jefferson was Mr.
Almond. "Catherine, dear, what was the gentleman's name?"

For a minute, if it had not been for the rumbling of the carriage,
you might have heard a pin drop.

"I don't know, Aunt Lavinia," said Catherine, very softly. And, with
all his irony, her father believed her.



CHAPTER V



He learned what he had asked some three or four days later, after
Morris Townsend, with his cousin, had called in Washington Square.