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Book, page 142 / 151 daughter, as he intended leaving the city in the afternoon. "We looked for you all last evening," said Mrs. Minturn. "Why did you not call around?" "I was at a select party last night," replied the young man. "Were you, indeed?" "Yes. At Mr. Allender's. Do you know the family?" "At Allender's!" The tone of surprise, not altogether unmingled with contempt, with which this was uttered by Mrs. Minturn, put Erskine a little on his guard. "Do you know them?" he asked, with some gravity of manner. "Not very intimately. We had some acquaintance in former years, but we have broken it off. They sent us cards of invitation, but we did not notice them." "What is their standing?" "Not high. I believe none of our first people visit them." "Ah!" "Who was there?" asked Emeline. The tone in which this was spoken caused Mr. Erskine to turn and look somewhat closely into the young lady's face, to mark its expression. She had never appeared less lovely in his eyes. "Not a great many," he replied. "I suppose not," said Mrs. Minturn. "It was a select party," remarked the young man. "And select enough, no doubt, you found it."
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