Kendricks goes there a good deal to see the Fulkersons, and Mrs.Fulkerson says he comes to see Alma.

He has seemed taken with her ever since he first met her at Dryfoos's, the day of Lindau's funeral, and though Fulkerson objects to dating a fancy of that kind from an occasion of that kind, he justly argues with March that there can be no harm in it, and that we are liable to be struck by lightning any time.

In the mean while there is no proof that Alma returns Kendricks's interest, if he feels any.
She has got a little bit of color into the fall exhibition; but the fall exhibition is never so good as the spring exhibition.

Wetmore is rather sorry she has succeeded in this, though he promoted her success.

He says her real hope is in black and white, and it is a pity for her to lose sight of her original aim of drawing for illustration.
News has come from Paris of the engagement of Christine Dryfoos.
There the Dryfooses met with the success denied them in New York; many American plutocrats must await their apotheosis in Europe, where society has them, as it were, in a translation.