Under her mother's suggestion, she had been misjudging him.

He had not been guilty of mere scheming.

She was profoundly glad.
The act of apology to him, performed in her own mind, gave her a curious delight.
"I wish she would sell," said Hilda, to whom the ownership of a slum was obnoxious.
"Very soon your consent would be necessary to any sale." "Really!" she exclaimed, agreeably flattered, but scarcely surprised by this information.

"I should consent quick enough! I can't bear to walk down the street!" He laughed condescendingly.

"Well, I don't think your mother _would_ care to sell, if you ask me." He sat down.
Hilda frowned, regretting her confession and resenting his laughter.
"What will your charges be, please, Mr.Cannon ?" she demanded abruptly, and yet girlishly timid.