"Will you smoke?" enquired Lawrence, offering him a cigarette.
"No, thank you—certainly not cigarettes," answered the Professor, with a superior air. "You were telling me all about the Miss Miners," he continued; for though he knew none of them, he was of a curious disposition. "You spoke of a Miss Trehearne, I think."
"Yes," answered the young man. "Do you know her?"
"Oh, no. It's an unusual name, that's all. Are they New York people?"
Lawrence smiled at the idea that any one should ask such a question.
"Yes, of course," he answered. "New York—since the Flood."
"And Miss Trehearne is the only daughter?" enquired the Professor, inquisitively.
"She has a brother—Randolph," replied Lawrence, rather shortly; for he was suddenly aware that there was no particular reason why he should talk about the Trehearnes.
"Of course, they're relations of the Miners," observed the Professor.
