Miss Warriner was to him, then, no
more than a friend; to her he was a boy, one of many nice, cultivated
Harvard boys, who occasionally called upon her and talked football.
On the face of things, she was not the sort of girl he should have
loved. But for some saving clause in him, he should have loved and
married one of the many other girls who had belonged to the same
dancing-class, who would have been known as "Mrs. Tom" Corbin, who
would have been sought after as a chaperone, and who would have stood
up in her cart when he played polo and shouted at him across the
field to "ride him off."
Miss Warriner, on the contrary, was much older than he in everything
but years, and was conscious of the fact. She was a serious, self-
centred young person, and satisfied with her own thoughts, unless her
companion gave her better ones. She concerned herself with the
character and ideas of her friends. If a young man lacked ideas, the
fact that he possessed wealth and good manners could not save him. If
these attributes had been pointed out to her as part of his assets
she would have been surprised. She was not impressed with her own
good looks and fortune--she took them for granted; so why should they
count with her in other people?
Miss Warriner made an error of analysis in regard to Mr.
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