But her sentiments touching Mr.Hendrickson were so different from those entertained for Mr.Dexter; and her estimation of his character so widely variant that she could not possibly treat him with the smiling familiarity shown towards the other.

Yet all the while she was painfully conscious of being misunderstood.

If she had met Mr.
Hendrickson alone, she felt that it must have been different.

A degree of embarrassment might have existed, but she would not have been forced to put on two opposite exteriors, as now, neither of which, correctly interpreted her state of mind, or did justice to her character.
"I did not see much of you last evening, Mr.Hendrickson.What were you doing with yourself ?" she remarked, trying to be more familiar, and giving him a look that set his pulses to a quicker measure.
Before he could answer, Dexter said, gaily, yet with covert sarcasm.
"Oh, Mr.Hendrickson prefers the society of elderly ladies.

He spent the evening in sober confabulation with Mrs.Denison.I have no doubt she was edified.