The result was kaleidoscopic, but the movement of the instrument was checked at last by the servant's coming in with the name of a gentleman.

The name of the gentleman was Caspar Goodwood; he was a straight young man from Boston, who had known Miss Archer for the last twelvemonth and who, thinking her the most beautiful young woman of her time, had pronounced the time, according to the rule I have hinted at, a foolish period of history.

He sometimes wrote to her and had within a week or two written from New York.

She had thought it very possible he would come in--had indeed all the rainy day been vaguely expecting him.
Now that she learned he was there, nevertheless, she felt no eagerness to receive him.

He was the finest young man she had ever seen, was indeed quite a splendid young man; he inspired her with a sentiment of high, of rare respect.