have formed, few have been contracted in establishments of this kind."
"I am sorry to hear that!" I said, laughing.
"I don't say it for you, though I might say it for some others. We have been interested in European homes."
"Oh, I see."
"We have the entrée of the old Genevese society. I like its tone. I prefer it to that of Mr. Ruck," added Mrs. Church, calmly; "to that of Mrs. Ruck and Miss Ruck,—of Miss Ruck, especially."
"Ah, the poor Rucks have n't any tone at all," I said. "Don't take them more seriously than they take themselves."
"Tell me this," my companion rejoined: "are they fair examples?"
"Examples of what?"
"Of our American tendencies."
"'Tendencies' is a big word, dear lady; tendencies are difficult to calculate. And you should n't abuse those good Rucks, who have been very kind to your daughter. They have invited her to go and stay with them in Thirty-Seventh Street."
"Aurora has told me. It might be very serious."
"It might be very droll," I said.
"To me," declared Mrs. Church, "it is simply terrible. I think we shall have to leave the Pension Beaurepas. I shall go back to Madame Bonrepos."
"On account of the Rucks?" I asked.
"Pray, why don't they go themselves? I have
