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had been bewitched by her； and had insisted on imagining （as so
many others have done） that her faultless features were the reflex
of what she is or could become in mind and character； I might have
had a good deal of trouble with you； for you are a mulish fellow when
you get a purpose in your head。 I don't care how badly singed the
average run of moths become。 You may see two or three fluttering
around to…night； if you care to look on； but I wish no friend of mine
to make sport； at serious cost to himself； for yonder incorrigible
coquette； if she is my cousin。 But after what you have seen and now
know； you would be safe enough； even if predisposed to folly。 The
little minx！ but I punished her well for her spite this afternoon。〃
〃O most prudent Ulysses！ you have indeed filled my ears with wax。
I thank you all the same as if my danger were greater。〃
〃Well； view them all with such charity as you can。 I hope you were
not very much annoyed by the loss of your ride。 The young lady
will not be in a hurry to play such a trick again。 I'll join you
after supper in this your favorite and out…of…the…way corner。〃
〃Was beauty ever environed within and without by such desperately
prosaic and inartistic surroundings？〃 mused Van Berg。 〃It glistens
like a lost jewel in an ash…barrel； or； more correctly； it is like
an exquisite flower that nature has perversely made the outcome
of a rank and poisonous vine。 Of course the flower is poisonous
also； and as soon as its first delicate bloom is over； will grow
as rank and repulsive as the vine that bears it。 Like produces
like； and with such parentage； what hope is there for her？ I am
glad no one suspects my absurd project； for every hour convinces
me of its impracticability。 The ancient Undine was a myth； and my
modern Undine might be called a white lie； but one that will grow
darker every day。 At a distance she presents the semblance of a
very fair woman； but I have been unable to detect a single element
yet that will prevent her from developing into an old and ugly hag；
in spite of all that art and costume can do for her。〃
After supper Stanton brought Mr。 Mayhew to Van Berg's retired
nook； and the artist gave the hand of the weary； listless man such
a cordial pressure as to cause him a slight surprise； but after
satisfying his faint interest by a brief glance； he turned the back
of his chair towards all the gay company； although it contained
his wife and daughter； puffed mechanically at his cigar； and looked
vacantly into space。 Before the evening was over； however； Van berg
had drawn from him several quite animated remarks； and secured the
promise that he would join him and Stanton in a ramble immediately
after breakfast the following morning。
Nor had the young man been oblivious of the daughter who now seemed
in her native element。 From his dusky point of observation he
caught frequent glimpses of her； now whirling through a waltz in
the parlor； now talking and laughing in a rather pronounced way from
the midst of a group of gentlemen； and again coquettishly stealing
off with one of them through the moonlit walks。 Her manner； whether
assumed or real； was that of extravagant gaiety。 Occasionally she
seemed to glance towards their obscure corner； but neither she nor
her mother came to seek the man who had been toiling all the week
to maintain their idle luxury。
As Mrs。 Mayhew and her daughter were preparing for dinner on the
following day； Mr。 Mayhew entered with a brisker step than usual。
〃Why； father； where have you been？〃 Ida asked； surprised by the
fact that he had not been drinking and dozing in his room all the
morning。
〃I have been shown a glimpse of something that I have not seen for
many years。〃
〃Indeed； and what is that？〃
〃Beauty that seemed beautiful。〃
〃That's a compliment to us；〃 remarked Mrs。 Mayhew； acidly。
〃I mean the kind of beauty which does one good and makes a man wish
that he were a man。〃
〃Do you mean an unmarried man？〃 said his wife with a discordant
laugh。
〃Probably your own wishes suggested that speech； madam；〃 replied
the husband； bitterly。
〃And pray； where did you find so much beauty？〃 said Mrs。 Mayhew；
ignoring his last remark。
〃On a breezy hill…side。 It's a kind of beauty； too； that one can
enjoy without paying numberless bills for its enhancement。 I refer
to that of the scenery。〃
〃Oh；〃 remarked Mrs。 Mayhew； indifferently； 〃it would have been
more to your credit if you had gone to church instead of tramping
around the fields。〃
〃I think the fields have done more for me than church for you。〃
〃Why so？〃 was the sharp response。
〃They have at least kept me from indulging in one bad habit。 I am
sober。〃
〃They do not keep you from making ill…natured remarks；〃 said Mrs。
Mayhew； sailing out of the room fully bedizened for the solemnity
of dinner。
〃You say you were 'shown' all this beauty；〃 remarked Ida； who was
giving the finishing touches to her toilet before a large mirror；
and by whom the frequent bickerings of her parents were scarcely
noted。 〃Who officiated as showman？〃
〃A man who understands the beauties of a landscape so well that he
could make them visible even to my dim eyes； and attractive to my
deadened and besotted nature。 I'd give all the world if I could
be young； strong； and hopeful like him； again。 It was good of
himyes； good of him； to try to cheer a stranger with pleasant
thoughts and sights。 I suppose you are acquainted with Mr。 Van
Berg； since he is a friend of Ik's？〃
〃No； I'm not；〃 was the sharp reply； 〃nor do I wish to be。〃
〃Why not？〃 asked Mr。 Mayhew in some surprise。
〃It's sufficient that I don't like him。〃
〃He's not your style； I suppose you mean to say？〃
〃Indeed he is not。〃
〃So much worse for your style； Ida。〃
She was sweeping petulantly from the room when her father added
with a depth of feeling very unlike his wonted apathy： 〃O； Ida； it
were better that all three of us had never been born than to live
as we do！ Your life and your mother's is froth； and mine is mud。
How I hated it all this bright June morning； as Mr。 Van Berg gave
me a glimpse into another and better world！〃
〃Do you mean to say that Mr。 Van Berg presumed to criticise my mode
of life？〃 Ida asked with a darkening face。
〃Oh； no； no！ How small and egotistical all your ideas are！ He
never mentioned you； and probably never thought of you。 He only
took a little pains that a tired and dispirited man might see and
feel the eternal beauty and freshness of nature； as one might give；
in passing； a cup of water to a traveller。〃
〃I don't see what reason you have for feeling and appearing so
forlornly； thus asking for sympathy from strangers； as it were；
and causing it to seem as if we were making a martyr of you。 As
for this artist； with his superior airs； I detest him。 He never
loses a chance to annoy and mortify me。 I've no doubt he hoped
you would come home and tell us； as you have； how much better he
was than…〃
〃There； there； quit that kind of talk or I'll be drunk in half
an hour。〃 said her father； harshly。 〃If you had the heart of a
woman； let alone that of a daughter； you would thank the man who
had unwittingly kept me from making a beast of myself for one day
at least。 Go down to your dinner； I'm in no mood for eating。〃
She went without a word； but with a more severe compunction of
conscience than she had ever felt before in her life。 Her father's
face and words smote her with a keen reproach； piercing the thick
armor of her vanity and selfishness。 She saw； for a moment； how
unnatural and unlovely she must appear to him； in spite of her
beauty； and the thought crossed her mind：
〃Mr。 Van Berg despises me because he sees me in the same light。
How I hate his cold； critical eyes！〃
Even at his far remove Van Berg could see that she was ill at
ease during the dinner hour。 There would be times of forced and
unnatural gayety； followed by a sudden cloud upon the brow and
an abstracted air； as if her thoughts had naught to do with the
chattering group around her。 It would also appear that her appetite
was flagging unusually； and once or twice he thought she darted an
angry look towards him。
As if something were burdening her mind； she at last left the table
hastily； before the others were through with their dessert。
As may be surmised； she sought her father's room。 Receiving no response
to her knock； she entered and saw at a glance the confirmation of
her fears。 Her father sat in an arm…chair with his head upon his
breast。 A brandy bottle stood on the table beside him。 At the
sound of her step he looked up for a moment with heavy eyes； and
mumbled：
〃He ain't of your style； is he？ Nor of mine； either。 Froth and
mud！〃
Ida gave a sudden stamp of rage and disgust； and whirl