among　the　ladies。　　But　it　suggested　something　to　Mrs。　Lander；　and　a　few
  days　afterwards；　when　they　came　out　from　Boston　where　they　had　been
  shopping；　and　she　had　been　lavishing　a　bewildering　waste　of　gloves；　hats；
  shoes；　capes　and　gowns　upon　Clementina；　she　said；　〃I'll　tell　you　what。
  We've　got　to　have　a　maid。〃
  〃A　maid？〃　cried　the　girl。
  〃It　isn't　me；　or　my　things　I　want　her　for；〃　said　Mrs。　Lander。　　〃It's　you
  and　these　dresses　of　youas。　　I　presume　you　could　look　afta　them；　come　to
  give　youa　mind　to　it；　but　I　don't　want　to　have　you　tied　up　to　a　lot　of
  clothes；　and　I　presume　we　should　find　her　a　comfo't　in　moa　ways　than　one；
  both　of　us。　　I　don't　know　what　we　shall　want　her　to　do；　exactly；　but　I
  guess　she　will；　if　she　undastands　her　business；　and　I　want　you　should　go
  in　with　me；　to…morror；　and　find　one。　　I'll　speak　to　some　of　the　ladies；
  and　find　out　whe's　the　best　place　to　go；　and　we'll　get　the　best　there
  is。〃
  A　lady　whom　Mrs。　Lander　spoke　to　entered　into　the　affair　with　zeal　born
  of　a　lurking　sense　of　the　wrong　she　had　helped　do　Clementina　in　the
  common　doubt　whether　she　was　not　herself　Mrs。　Lander's　maid。　　She　offered
  to　go　into　Boston　with　them　to　an　intelligence　office；　where　you　could
  get　nice　girls　of　all　kinds；　but　she　ended　by　giving　Mrs。　Lander　the
  address；　and　instructions　as　to　what　she　was　to　require　in　a　maid。　　She
  was　chiefly　to　get　an　English　maid；　if　at　all　possible；　for　the
  qualifications　would　more　or　less　naturally　follow　from　her　nationality。
  There　proved　to　be　no　English　maid；　but　there　was　a　Swedish　one　who　had
  received　a　rigid　training　in　an　English　family　living　on　the　Continent；
  and　had　come　immediately　from　that　service　to　seek　her　first　place　in
  America。　　The　manager　of　the　office　pronounced　her　character；　as　set　down
  in　writing；　faultless；　and　Mrs。　Lander　engaged　her。　　〃You　want　to　look
  afta　this　young　lady；〃　she　said；　indicating　Clementina。　　〃I　can　look　afta
  myself；〃　but　Ellida　took　charge　of　them　both　on　the　train　out　from　Boston
  with　prompt　intelligence。
  〃We　got　to　get　used　to　it；　I　guess；〃　Mrs。　Lander　confided　at　the　first
  chance　of　whispering　to　Clementina。
  Within　a　month　after　washing　the　faces　and　combing　the　hair　of　all　her
  brothers　and　sisters　who　would　suffer　it　at　her　hands；　Clementina's　own
  head　was　under　the　brush　of　a　lady's　maid；　who　was　of　as　great　a
  discreetness　in　her　own　way　as　Clementina　herself。　　She　supplied　the
  defects　of　Mrs。　Lander's　elementary　habits　by　simply　asking　if　she　should
  get　this　thing　and　that　thing　for　the　toilet；　without　criticising　its
  absence；and　then　asking　whether　she　should　get　the　same　things　for　her
  young　lady。　　She　appeared　to　let　Mrs。　Lander　decide　between　having　her
  brushes　in　ivory　or　silver；　but　there　was　really　no　choice　for　her；　and
  they　came　in　silver。　　She　knew　not　only　her　own　place；　but　the　places　of
  her　two　ladies；　and　she　presently　had　them　in　such　training　that　they
  were　as　proficient　in　what　they　might　and　might　not　do　for　themselves　and
  for　each　other；　as　if　making　these　distinctions　were　the　custom　of　their
  lives。
  Their　hearts　would　both　have　gone　out　to　Ellida；　but　Ellida　kept　them　at
  a　distance　with　the　smooth　respectfulness　of　the　iron　hand　in　the　glove
  of　velvet；　and　Clementina　first　learned　from　her　to　imagine　the
  impassable　gulf　between　mistress　and　maid。
  At　the　end　of　her　month　she　gave　them；　out　of　a　clear　sky；　a　week's
  warning。　　She　professed　no　grievance；　and　was　not　moved　by　Mrs。　Lander's
  appeal　to　say　what　wages　she　wanted。　　She　would　only　say　that　she　was
  going　to　take　a　place　an　Commonwealth　Avenue；　where　a　friend　of　hers　was
  living；　and　when　the　week　was　up；　she　went；　and　left　her　late　mistresses
  feeling　rather　blank。　　〃　I　presume　we　shall　have　to　get　anotha；〃　said
  Mrs。　Lander。
  〃Oh；　not　right　away！　　〃　Clementina　pleaded。
  〃Well；　not　right　away；〃　Mrs。　Lander　assented；　and　provisionally　they　each
  took　the　other　into　her　keeping；　and　were　much　freer　and　happier
  together。
  Soon　after　Clementina　was　startled　one　morning；　as　she　was　going　in　to
  breakfast；　by　seeing　Mr。　Fane　at　the　clerk's　desk。　　He　did　not　see　her；
  he　was　looking　down　at　the　hotel　register；　to　compute　the　bill　of　a
  departing　guest；　but　when　she　passed　out　she　found　him　watching　for　her；
  with　some　letters。
  〃I　didn't　know　you　were　with　us；〃　he　said；　with　his　pensive　smile；　〃till
  I　found　your　letters　here；　addressed　to　Mrs。　Lander's　care；　and　then　I
  put　two　and　two　together。　　It　only　shows　how　small　the　world　is；　don't
  you　think　so？　　I've　just　got　back　from　my　vacation；　I　prefer　to　take　it
  in　the　fall　of　the　year；　because　it's　so　much　pleasanter　to　travel；　then。
  I　suppose　you　didn't　know　I　was　here？〃
  〃No；　I　didn't；〃　said　Clementina。　　〃I　never　dreamed　of　such　a　thing。〃
  〃To　be　sure；　why　should　you？〃　Fane　reflected。　　〃I've　been　here　ever　since
  last　spring。　　But　I'll　say　this；　Miss　Claxon；　that　if　it's　the　least
  unpleasant　to　you；　or　the　least　disagreeable；　or　awakens　any　kind　of
  associations〃
  〃Oh；　no！〃　Clementina　protested；　and　Fane　was　spared　the　pain　of　saying
  what　he　would　do　if　it　were。
  He　bowed；　and　she　said　sweetly；　〃It's　pleasant　to　meet　any　one　I've　seen
  before。　　I　suppose　you　don't　know　how　much　it's　changed　at　Middlemount
  since　you　we'　e　thea。〃　　Fane　answered　blankly；　while　he　felt　in　his
  breast　pocket；　Oh；　he　presumed　so；　and　she　added：　〃Ha'dly　any　of　the　same
  guests　came　back　this　summer；　and　they　had　more　in　July　than　they　had　in
  August；　Mrs。　Atwell　said。　　Mr。　Mahtin；　the　chef；　is　gone；　and　newly　all
  the　help　is　different。〃
  Fane　kept　feeling　in　one　pocket　and　then　slapped　himself　over　the　other
  pockets。　　〃No；〃　he　said；　〃I　haven't　got　it　with　me。　　I　must　have　left　it
  in　my　room。　　I　just　received　a　letter　from　FrankMr。　Gregory；　you　know；
  I　always　call　him　Frankand　I　thought　I　had　it　with　me。　　He　was　asking
  about　Middlemount；　and　I　wanted　to　read　you　what　he　said。　　But　I'll　find
  it　upstairs。　　He's　out　of　college；　now；　and　he's　begun　his　studies　in　the
  divinity　school。　　He's　at　Andover。　　I　don't　know　what　to　make　of　Frank；
  oftentimes；〃　the　clerk　continued；　confidentially。　　〃I　tell　him　he's　a
  kind　of　a　survival；　in　religion；　he's　so　aesthetic。〃　　It　seemed　to　Fane
  that　he　had　not　meant　aesthetic；　exactly；　but　he　could　not　ask　Clementina
  what　the　word　was。　　He　went　on　to　say；　〃He's　a　grand　good　fellow；　Frank
  is；　but　he　don't　make　enough　allowance　for　human　nature。　　He's　more　like
  one　of　those　old　fashioned　orthodox。　　I　go　in　for　having　a　good　time；　so
  long　as　you　don't　do　anybody　else　any　hurt。〃
  He　left　her；　and　went　to　receive　the　commands　of　a　lady　who　was　leaning
  over　the　desk；　and　saying　severely；　〃My　mail；　if　you　please；〃　and
  Clementina　could　not　wait　for　him　to　come　back；　she　had　to　go　to　Mrs。
  Lander；　and　get　her　ready　for　breakfast；　Ellida　had　taught　Mrs。　Lander　a
  luxury　of　helplessness　in　which　she　persisted　after　the　maid's　help　was
  withdrawn。
  Clementina　went　about　the　whole　day　with　the　wonder　what　Gregory　had　said
  about　Middlemount　filling　her　mind。　　It　must　have　had　something　to　do
  with　her；　he　could　not　have　forgotten　the　words　he　had　asked　her　to
  forget。　　She　remembered　them　now　with　a　curiosity；　which　had　no　rancor　in
  it；　to　know　why　he　really　took　them　back。　　She　had　never　blamed　him；　and
  she　had　outlived　the　hurt　she　had　felt　at　not　hearing　from　him。　　But　she
  had　never　lost　the　hope　of　hearing　from　him；　or　rather　the　expectation；
  and　now　she　found　that　she　was　eager　for　his　message；　she　decided　that　it
  must　be　something　like　a　message；　although　it　could　not　be　anything
  direct。　　No　one　else　had　come　to　his　place　in　her　fancy；　and　she　was
  willing　to　try　what　they　would　think　of　each　other　now；　to　measure　her
  own　obligation　to　the　past　by　a　knowledge　of　his。　　There　was　scarcely
  more　than　this　in　her　heart　when　she　allowed　herself　to　drift　near　Fane's
  place　that　night；　that　he　might　speak　to　her；　and　tell　her　what　Gregory
  had　said。　　But　he　had　apparently　forgotten　about　his　letter；　and　only
  wished　to　talk　about　himself。　　He　wished　to　analyze　himself；　to　tell　her
  what　sort　of　person　he　was。　　He　dealt　impartially　with　the　subject；　he
  did　not　spare　some　faults　of　his；　and　after　a　week；　he　proposed　a
  correspondence　with　her；　in　a　letter　of　carefully　studied　spelling；　as　a
  means　of　mutual　improvement　as　well　as　further　acquaintance。
  It　cost　Clementina　a　good　deal　of　trouble　to　answer　him　as　she　wished　and
  not　hurt　his　feelings。　　She　declined　in　terms　she　thought　so　cold　that
  they　must　offend　him　beyond　the　point　of　speaking　to　her　again；　but　he
  sought　her　out；　as　soon　after　as　he　could；　and　thanked　her　for　her
  kindness；　and　begged　her　pardon。　　He　said　he　knew　that　she　was　a　very
  busy　person；　with　all　the　lessons　she　was　taking；　and　that　she　had　no
  time　for　carrying　on　a　correspondence。　　He　regretted　that　he　could　not
  write　French；　because　then　the　correspondence　would　have　been　good
  practice　for　her。　　Clementina　had　begun　taking　French　lessons；　of　a
  teacher　who　came　out　from　Boston。　　She　lunched　three　times　a　week　with
  her　and　Mrs。　Lander；　and　spoke　the　language　with　Clementina；　whose　accent
  she　praised　for　its　purity；　purity　of　accent　was　characteristic　of　all
  this　lady's　pupils；　but　what　was　real