“How so? Have I uttered a strange sentiment? Is it not true that
‘Worth makes the man; the want of it the fellow?’
I thought you understood, perfectly, my sentiments on this subject.”
“What do you know of Mr. Albertson’s worth as a man?” asked Eveline. “You have not been acquainted with him for a very long time, I believe.”
“No; but the little I have seen of him has impressed me favorably. He seems to be a man with his heart in the right place. I am free to own that, so far, I like him as a companion exceedingly well. There is nothing artificial or assumed about him. You see him as he is, a plain, frank, honest-hearted man, what I cannot help valuing in an acquaintance, for they are rare virtues among those I happen to meet.”
“I am afraid father and mother will not approve your preference in this instance, Eunie. Indeed, I am sure they will not, especially after your refusing to receive the attentions of Mr. Pelham, whose family connections are among the best in the city, and whose father is worth a million of dollars.”
A slight shade came over the maiden’s face, and there was a change in her voice as she replied to this—
“I should like to please father and mother in every thing; though I fear this will be impossible.”
“I am sure you will not please them if you encourage this young man’s attentions,” said Eveline.
Eunice sighed gently, but made no answer.