"I shall be pleased to see you again, Mr. Hendrickson," she said, in
a tone of voice that betrayed something of her interest in him.

He turned to look into her eyes. They sustained his penetrating gaze
only for a moment and then her long lashes lay upon her crimsoning
cheeks.

"Not if I show myself as stupid as I have been this morning," said
the young man.

"I have never thought you stupid, Mr. Hendrickson."

"I am dull at times," he said, hesitating, and slightly confused.
"Good morning!" he added, abruptly, and turned off without another
look into the eyes that were upon him; and in which he would have
read more than his heart had dared to hope for.

"What a boor!" exclaimed Dexter as Miss Loring returned to the
parlor.

"Oh, no, not a boor, sir. Far, very far from that," answered the
young lady promptly.

"Well, you don't call him a gentleman, do you?"

"I have seen nothing that would rob him of the title," said Miss
Loring.

"A true gentleman will put on a gentlemanly exterior; for he is