people look about them, and, the more new wealth they have, the
more they gaze. The men are uneasy behind their recently
educated mustaches, and the women hold their parasols with
trembling hands. It takes two years to learn to drive on the
Avenue. Come again next summer, and you will see in those same
carriages faces of remote superciliousness, that suggest
generations of gout and ancestors."

"What a pity one feels," said Harry, "for these people who
still suffer from lingering modesty, and need a master to teach
them to be insolent!"

"They learn it soon enough," said Kate. "Philip is right.
Fashion lies in the eye. People fix their own position by the
way they don't look at you."

"There is a certain indifference of manner," philosophized
Malbone, "before which ingenuous youth is crushed. I may know
that a man can hardly read or write, and that his father was a
ragpicker till one day he picked up bank-notes for a million.
No matter. If he does not take the trouble to look at me, I
must look reverentially at him."

"Here is somebody who will look at Hope," cried Kate, suddenly.

A carriage passed, bearing a young lady with fair hair, and a
keen, bright look, talking eagerly to a small and quiet youth
beside her.

Her face brightened still more as she caught the eye of Hope,