may be an advantage, in one sense. Hypocrisy cannot be developed into an art."
Julia bit her lip, and was silent.
"But are the country people, hereabouts, so rough?" Mrs. Hopeton asked. "I confess that they don't seem so to me. What do you say, Miss Henderson?"
"Perhaps I am not an impartial witness," Lucy answered. "We care less about what is called c manners' than the city people. We have no fixed rules for dress and behavior,—only we don't like any one to differ too much from the rest of us."
"That's it!" Mr. Hopeton cried; "the tyrannical levelling sentiment of an imperfectly developed community! Fortunately, I am beyond its reach."
Julia's eyes sparkled: she looked across the table at Joseph, with a triumphant air.
Philip suddenly raised his head. "How would you correct it? Simply by resistance?" he asked.
Mr. Hopeton laughed. "I should no doubt get myself into a hornet's-nest. No; by indifference!"
Then Madeline Held spoke. "Excuse me," she said; "but is indifference possible, even if it were right? You seem to take the levelling spirit for granted, without looking into its character and causes; there must be some natural sense of justice, no matter how imperfectly society is developed. We are members of this community,—at least, Philip and I certainly consider ourselves so,—and I am determined not to judge it without knowledge, or to offend what may be only mechanical habits of thought, unless I can see a sure advantage in doing so."
Lucy Henderson looked at the speaker with a bright, grateful face. Joseph's eyes wandered from her to Julia, who was silent and watchful.
