Whether or not she had any suspicions in regard to the transactions of Plausaby, Esq., in the matter of her patrimony, I do not know.  She may have been actuated by nothing but a desire to have her independence apparent.  Or, she may have enjoyed—­as who would not?—­having her own money to spend.  At any rate, she made a definite bargain with her uncle-in-law, by which she took charge of the sewing in his house, and received each year a hundred dollars in cash and her board.  It was not large pay for such service as she rendered, but then she preferred the house of a relative to that of a stranger.  When the second Mrs. Plausaby had come into the house, Mr. Plausaby had been glad to continue the arrangement, in the hope, perhaps, that Isa’s good taste might modify that lady’s love for discordant gauds.

To Albert Charlton, Isa’s life seemed not to be on a very high key.  She had only a common-school education, and the leisure she had been able to command for general reading was not very great, nor had the library in the house of Plausaby been very extensive.  She had read a good deal of Matthew Henry, the “Life and Labors of Mary Lyon” and the “Life of Isabella Graham,” the “Works of Josephus,” “Hume’s History of England,” and Milton’s “Paradise Lost.”  She had tried to read Mrs. Sigourney’s “Poems” and Pollok’s “Course of Time,” but had not enjoyed them much.  She was not imaginative.  She had plenty of feeling, but no sentiment, for sentiment is feeling that has been thought over; and her life was too entirely objective to allow her to think of her own feelings.  Her highest qualities, as Albert inventoried them, were good sense, good taste, and absolute truthfulness and simplicity of character.  These were the qualities that he saw in her after a brief acquaintance.  They were not striking, and yet they were qualities that commanded respect.  But he looked in vain for those high ideals of a vocation and a goal that so filled his own soul.  If she read of Mary Lyon, she had no aspiration to imitate her.  Her whole mind seemed full of the ordinary cares of life.  Albert could not abide that anybody should expend even such abilities as Isa possessed on affairs of raiment and domestic economy.  The very tokens of good taste and refined feeling in her dress were to him evidences of over-careful vanity.

But when his mother and Katy had gone out on the morning after he had overheard Smith Westcott expound his views on the matter of marriage, Charlton sought Isa Marlay.  She sat sewing in the parlor, as it was called—­the common sitting-room of the house—­by the west window.  The whole arrangement of the room was hers; and though Albert was neither an artist nor a critic in matters of taste, he was, as I have already indicated, a man of fine susceptibility.  He rejoiced in this susceptibility when it enabled him to appreciate nature.  He repressed it when he found himself vibrating in sympathy with those arts that had, as he thought, relations with human weakness