He returned late at night, often, and found little tracts upon his bureau, upon the chair in which he usually laid his clothes when he retired--yes, even upon his pillow.

"Aunt Winnifred's piety leaves its tracts all over my room," he said, smilingly, to Lawrence Newt.
But when the good lady openly attacked him, and said, "Arthur, how can you?
What will people think?
Why don't you go to church ?" Arthur replied, with entire coolness, "Aunt Winnifred, what's the use of going to church when Van Boozenberg goes, and is not in the least discomposed?
I'm afraid of the morality of such a place!" Aunt Winnifred's eyes dilated with horror.

She had no argument to throw at Arthur in return, and that reckless fellow always had to help her out.
"However, dear aunt, you go; and I suppose you ought to be quite as good a reason for going as Van Boozenberg for staying away." After such a conversation it fairly rained tracts in Arthur's room.

The shower was only the signal for fresh hostilities upon his part; but for all the hostility Aunt Winnifred was not able to believe her nephew to be a very bad young man.
As he and his friends passed up Broadway toward Chambers Street they met Abel Newt hastening down to Bunker's to accompany Miss Plumer to Grace Church.

The young man had bathed and entirely refreshed himself during the hour or two since he had stepped out of Thiel's.