while　you　were　sitting　there。〃
  Meanwhile　the　subject　of　this　discussion；　quite　unconscious　of　the
  sensation　he　had　created；　or　perhaps　like　most　heroes　philosophically
  careless　of　it；　was　sauntering　indifferently　towards　Harcourt's
  house。　　But　he　had　no　business　with　his　former　host；　his　only　object
  was　to　pass　an　idle　hour　before　his　train　left。　　He　was；　of　course；
  not　unaware　that　he　himself　was　largely　responsible　for　Harcourt's
  success；　that　it　was　HIS　hint　which　had　induced　the　petty　trader　of
  Sidon　to　venture　his　all　in　Tasajara；　HIS　knowledge　of　the
  topography　and　geology　of　the　plain　that　had　stimulated　Harcourt's
  agricultural　speculations；　HIS　hydrographic　survey　of　the　creek　that
  had　made　Harcourt's　plan　of　widening　the　channel　to　commerce
  practicable　and　profitable。　　This　he　could　not　help　but　know。　　But
  that　it　was　chiefly　owing　to　his　own　clear；　cool；　far…seeing；　but
  never　visionary；　scientific　observation；his　own　accurate　analysis；
  unprejudiced　by　even　a　savant's　enthusiasm；　and　uninfluenced　by　any
  personal　desire　or　greed　of　gain；that　Tasajara　City　had　risen　from
  the　stagnant　tules；　was　a　speculation　that　had　never　occurred　to
  him。　　There　was　a　much　more　uneasy　consciousness　of　what　he　had　done
  in　Mr。　Harcourt's　face　a　few　moments　later；　when　his　visitor's　name
  was　announced；　and　it　is　to　be　feared　that　if　that　name　had　been
  less　widely　honored　and　respected　than　it　was；　no　merely　grateful
  recollection　of　it　would　have　procured　Grant　an　audience。　　As　it
  was；　it　was　with　a　frown　and　a　touch　of　his　old　impatient　asperity
  that　he　stepped　to　the　threshold　of　an　adjoining　room　and　called；
  〃Clemmy！〃
  Clementina　appeared　at　the　door。
  〃There's　that　man　Grant　in　the　parlor。　　What　brings　HIM　here；　I
  wonder？　　Who　does　he　come　to　see？〃
  〃Who　did　he　ask　for？〃
  〃Me；but　that　don't　mean　anything。〃
  〃Perhaps　he　wants　to　see　you　on　some　business。〃
  〃No。　　That　isn't　his　high…toned　style。　　He　makes　other　people　go　to
  him　for　that；〃　he　said　bitterly。　　〃Anyhowdon't　you　think　it's
  mighty　queer　his　coming　here　after　his　friendfor　it　was　he　who
  introduced　Rice　to　ushad　behaved　so　to　your　sister；　and　caused
  all　this　divorce　and　scandal？〃
  〃Perhaps　he　may　know　nothing　about　it；　he　and　Rice　separated　long
  ago；　even　before　Grant　became　so　famous。　　We　never　saw　much　of　him；
  you　know；　after　we　came　here。　　Suppose　you　leave　him　to　ME。　　I'll
  see　him。〃
  Mr。　Harcourt　reflected。　　〃Didn't　he　used　to　be　rather　attentive　to
  Phemie？〃
  Clementina　shrugged　her　shoulders　carelessly。　　〃I　dare　saybut　I
  don't　think　that　NOW〃
  〃Who　said　anything　about　NOW？〃　retorted　her　father；　with　a　return
  of　his　old　abruptness。　　After　a　pause　he　said：　〃I'll　go　down　and
  see　him　first；　and　then　send　for　you。　　You　can　keep　him　for　the
  opening　and　dinner；　if　you　like。〃
  Meantime　Lawrence　Grant；　serenely　unsuspicious　of　these　domestic
  confidences；　had　been　shown　into　the　parlora　large　room　furnished
  in　the　same　style　as　the　drawing…room　of　the　hotel　he　had　just
  quitted。　　He　had　ample　time　to　note　that　it　was　that　wonderful
  Second　Empire　furniture　which　he　remembered　that　the　early　San
  Francisco　pioneers　in　the　first　flush　of　their　wealth　had　imported
  directly　from　France；　and　which　for　years　after　gave　an　unexpected
  foreign　flavor　to　the　western　domesticity　and　a　tawdry　gilt
  equality　to　saloons　and　drawing…rooms；　public　and　private。　　But　he
  was　observant　of　a　corresponding　change　in　Harcourt；　when　a　moment
  later　he　entered　the　room。　　That　individuality　which　had　kept　the
  former　shopkeeper　of　Sidon　distinct　from；　although　perhaps　not
  superior　to；　his　customerswas　strongly　marked。　　He　was　perhaps
  now　more　nervously　alert　than　then；　he　was　certainly　more　impatient
  than　before；but　that　was　pardonable　in　a　man　of　large　affairs　and
  action。　　Grant　could　not　deny　that　he　seemed　improved；rather
  perhaps　that　the　setting　of　fine　clothes；　cleanliness；　and　the
  absence　of　petty　worries；　made　his　characteristics　respectable。
  That　which　is　ill　breeding　in　homespun；　is　apt　to　become　mere
  eccentricity　in　purple　and　fine　linen；　Grant　felt　that　Harcourt
  jarred　on　him　less　than　he　did　before；　and　was　grateful　without
  superciliousness。　　Harcourt；　relieved　to　find　that　Grant　was
  neither　critical　nor　aggressively　reminiscent；　and　above　all　not
  inclined　to　claim　the　credit　of　creating　him　and　Tasajara；　became
  more　confident；　more　at　his　ease；　and；　I　fear；　in　proportion　more
  unpleasant。　　It　is　the　repose　and　not　the　struggle　of　the　parvenu
  that　confounds　us。
  〃And　YOU；　Grant；you　have　made　yourself　famous；　and；　I　hear；　have
  got　pretty　much　your　own　prices　for　your　opinions　ever　since　it　was
  known　that　youyouerwere　connected　with　the　growth　of　Tasajara。〃
  Grant　smiled；　he　was　not　quite　prepared　for　this；　but　it　was
  amusing　and　would　pass　the　time。　　He　murmured　a　sentence　of　half
  ironical　deprecation；　and　Mr。　Harcourt　continued：
  〃I　haven't　got　my　San　Francisco　house　here　to　receive　you　in；　but　I
  hope　some　day；　sir；　to　see　you　there。　　We　are　only　here　for　the　day
  and　night；　but　if　you　care　to　attend　the　opening　ceremonies　at　the
  new　hall；　we　can　manage　to　give　you　dinner　afterwards。　　You　can
  escort　my　daughter　Clementina；she's　here　with　me。〃
  The　smile　of　apologetic　declination　which　had　begun　to　form　on
  Grant's　lips　was　suddenly　arrested。　　〃Then　your　daughter　is　here？〃
  he　asked；　with　unaffected　interest。
  〃Yes；she　is　in　fact　a　patroness　of　the　library　and　sewing…circle；
  and　takes　the　greatest　interest　in　it。　　The　Reverend　Doctor
  Pilsbury　relies　upon　her　for　everything。　　She　runs　the　society；
  even　to　the　training　of　the　young　ladies；　sir。　　You　shall　see　their
  exercises。〃
  This　was　certainly　a　new　phase　of　Clementina's　character。　　Yet　why
  should　she　not　assume　the　role　of　Lady　Bountiful　with　the　other
  functions　of　her　new　condition。　　〃I　should　have　thought　Miss
  Harcourt　would　have　found　this　rather　difficult　with　her　other
  social　duties；〃　he　said；　〃and　would　have　left　it　to　her　married
  sister。〃　　He　thought　it　better　not　to　appear　as　if　avoiding
  reference　to　Euphemia；　although　quietly　ignoring　her　late
  experiences。　　Mr。　Harcourt　was　less　easy　in　his　response。
  〃Now　that　Euphemia　is　again　with　her　own　family；〃　he　said
  ponderously；　with　an　affectation　of　social　discrimination　that　was
  in　weak　contrast　to　his　usual　direct　business　astuteness；　〃I
  suppose　she　may　take　her　part　in　these　things；　but　just　now　she
  requires　rest。　　You　may　have　heard　some　rumor　that　she　is　going
  abroad　for　a　time？　　The　fact　is　she　hasn't　the　least　intention　of
  doing　so；　nor　do　we　consider　there　is　the　slightest　reason　for　her
  going。〃　　He　paused　as　if　to　give　great　emphasis　to　a　statement　that
  seemed　otherwise　unimportant。　　〃But　here's　Clementina　coming；　and　I
  must　get　you　to　excuse　ME。　　I've　to　meet　the　trustees　of　the　church
  in　ten　minutes；　but　I　hope　she'll　persuade　you　to　stay；　and　I'll
  see　you　later　at　the　hall。〃
  As　Clementina　entered　the　room　her　father　vanished　and；　I　fear；　as
  completely　dropped　out　of　Mr。　Grant's　mind。　　For　the　daughter's
  improvement　was　greater　than　her　father's；　yet　so　much　more　refined
  as　to　be　at　first　only　delicately　perceptible。　　Grant　had　been
  prepared　for　the　vulgar　enhancement　of　fine　clothes　and　personal
  adornment；　for　the　specious　setting　of　luxurious　circumstances　and
  surroundings；　for　the　aplomb　that　came　from　flattery　and　conscious
  power。　　But　he　found　none　of　these；　her　calm　individuality　was
  intensified　rather　than　subdued；　she　was　dressed　simply；　with　an
  economy　of　ornament；　rich　material；　and　jewelry；　but　an　accuracy　of
  taste　that　was　always　dominant。　　Her　plain　gray　merino　dress；
  beautifully　fitting　her　figure；　suggested；　with　its　pale　blue
  facings；　some　uniform；　as　of　the　charitable　society　she　patronized。
  She　came　towards　him　with　a　graceful　movement　of　greeting；　yet　her
  face　showed　no　consciousness　of　the　interval　that　had　elapsed　since
  they　met；　he　almost　fancied　himself　transported　back　to　the
  sitting…room　at　Sidon　with　the　monotonous　patter　of　the　leaves
  outside；　and　the　cool　moist　breath　of　the　bay　and　alder　coming　in
  at　the　window。
  〃Father　says　that　you　are　only　passing　through　Tasajara　to…day；　as
  you　did　through　Sidon　five　years　ago；〃　she　said　with　a　smiling
  earnestness　that　he　fancied　however　was　the　one　new　phase　of　her
  character。　　〃But　I　won't　believe　it！　　At　least　we　will　not　accept
  another　visit　quite　as　accidental　as　that；　even　though　you　brought
  us　twice　the　good　fortune　you　did　then。　　You　see；　we　have　not
  forgotten　it　if　you　have；　Mr。　Grant。　　And　unless　you　want　us　to
  believe　that　your　fairy　gifts　will　turn　some　day　to　leaves　and
  ashes；　you　will　promise　to　stay　with　us　tonight；　and　let　me　show
  you　some　of　the　good　we　have　done　with　them。　　Perhaps　you　don't
  know；　or　don't　want　to　know；　that　it　was　I　who　got　up　this　'Library
  and　Home　Circle　of　the　Sisters　of　Tasajara'　which　we　are　to　open
  to…