they should have any language in common. They babbled at each other, Mrs.
Lander in her Bostonized Yankee, and Maddalena in her gutteral
Florentine, and Mrs. Lander was flattered to find how well she knew
Italian.

Miss Milray had begun being nice to Clementina in fealty to her brother,
who so seldom made any proof of her devotion to him, and to whom she bad
remained passionately true through his shady past. She was eager to humor
his whim for the little country girl who had taken his fancy, because it
was his whim, and not because she had any hopes that Clementina would
justify it. She had made Dr. Welwright tell her all he knew about her,
and his report of her grace and beauty had piqued her curiosity; his
account of the forlorn dullness of her life with Mrs. Lander in their
hotel had touched her heart. But she was still skeptical when she went to
get her letter of introduction; when she brought Clementina home from the
dressmaker's she asked if she might kiss her, and said she was already in
love with her.

Her love might have made her wish to do everything for her that she now
began to do, but it simplified the situation to account for her to the
world as the ward of Mrs. Lander, who was as rich as she was vulgar, and
it was with Clementina in this character that Miss Milray began to make
the round of afternoon teas, and inspired invitations for her at pleasant
houses, by giving a young ladies' lunch for her at her own. Before the
night of her little dance, she had lost any misgiving she had felt at
first, in the delight of seeing Clementina take the world as if she had
thought it would always behave as amiably as that, and as if she had
forgotten her unkind experiences to the contrary. She knew from Mrs.
Lander how the girls at their hotel had left her out, but Miss Milray
could not see that Clementina met them with rancor, when her authority