. The confessions of a frivolous girl. A story of fashioable life . ot to like him,and yet I knew that I did like him very much inspite of myself Even as he talked I comparedhim in my mind with Mr. Manhattan Blake, andthe balance seemed to tremble in favor of dearHarry, as Mrs. Gunn called him. I asked himseveral questions about himself, but the subjectinterested him but little. He seemed to prefer totalk about me. As we were leaving our retreat,I inquired of him why he had so wickedly filledPeepys glass with champagne. He looked at mefor a moment without replying, and I thought Isaw a shadow
. The confessions of a frivolous girl. A story of fashioable life . ot to like him,and yet I knew that I did like him very much inspite of myself Even as he talked I comparedhim in my mind with Mr. Manhattan Blake, andthe balance seemed to tremble in favor of dearHarry, as Mrs. Gunn called him. I asked himseveral questions about himself, but the subjectinterested him but little. He seemed to prefer totalk about me. As we were leaving our retreat,I inquired of him why he had so wickedly filledPeepys glass with champagne. He looked at mefor a moment without replying, and I thought Isaw a shadow of a smile lurking under his mus- FASHIONABLE .ESTHETICS. I03 tache. Then, with a look of apparent contrition inhis dark eyes, he pressed my hand a Httle, and saidearnestly, It was wrong of me, Miss me, I am very sorry. As I came up on his arm to say good-night toMrs. Gunn, she whispered in my ear, I see, Alice,that you are following my advice. But be careful,dear; he is no chicken. I am afraid, though, that I am, said I. Good-night, Mrs. Gunn. ama. ?I T I T H ! i I I m Ml 1 t I ! t T I I I H I H T 1 1 I T X I T I I I I r I I I I 1 I 7 I 1 I i:t III. MR. MANHATTAN BLAKE. T^HE debilitating weather incident to the ap-proach of spring inclined my thoughts to restand pensive retrospect. All dissipation was overfor the present, and as I felt, physically speak-ing, limp, my principal occupation during the sixweeks that preceded our moving to Newport wasto lie upon the sofa and analyze myself, or saunterin the sunshine of Fifth Avenue with Grace rather wanted to take a little trip to Florida, butMamma decided that absolute repose was the bestthing for me. People who were fond of me but had not muchtact, and girls who disapproved of me, declaredI looked pale and worn-out. Of course I stoutlyasserted that I was perfectly well. But it wasnot very agreeable to have such a thing said toone, and I used to examine my cheek-bones and MR. MANHATTAN BLAKE. 105 other sali
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