It would not do to offend Mr.Ingram." "No," replied Mabel.

"He is a dear, _gentlemanly_ old man." "Don't use that expression, my love.

It is my object in life that _all_ your acquaintances in the world of men should be gentlemen.
It is unnecessary therefore to specify any one by a term which must apply to all." Mrs.Bertram then asked Mabel to reply to Mr.Ingram's note.

The reply was a warm acceptance, and Mr.Ingram cheered those of his parishioners who pined for the acquaintance of the great lady, with the information that they would certainly meet her at the bazaar.
Accordingly when the fateful day arrived the town was empty, and the Fisherman's Hall (Northbury was a seaport), in which the bazaar was held was packed to overflowing.

Accordingly Mrs.Bertram in a neat little brougham, which she had hired for the occasion, dropped her cards from house to house in peace; accordingly, too, she caught the maids-of-all-work in their undress toilets, and the humble homes looking their least pretentious.
The bazaar was nearly at an end, when at last, accompanied by her two plainly-dressed, but dainty looking girls, she appeared on the scene.
The Northbury folk had all been watching for her.