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Alvina found it pleasant to be respected as she was respected in Lancaster. It is not only the prophet who hath honour _save_ in his own country: it is every one with individuality. In this northern town Alvina found that her individuality really told. Already she belonged to the revered caste of medicine-men. And into the bargain she was a personality, a person.
Well and good. She was not going to cheapen herself. She felt that even in the eyes of the natives-the well-to-do part, at least-she lost a _little_ of her distinction when she was engaged to Dr. Mitchell. The engagement had been announced in _The Times_, _The Morning Post_, _The Manchester Guardian_, and the local _News_. No fear about its being known. And it cast a slight slur of vulgar familiarity over her. In Woodhouse, she knew, it elevated her in the common esteem tremendously. But she was no longer in Woodhouse. She was in Lancaster. And in Lancaster her engagement pigeonholed her. Apart from Dr. Mitchell she had a magic potentiality. Connected with him, she was a known and labelled quantity.