Miss Trehearne—he doesn't seem to care for those things as much as we do."
"I don't know anything about them," answered the young man.
"I'm afraid you'll bore yourself in Bar Harbour, then," observed Mr. Brinsley. "What can you find to do all day long?"
"Nothing. I'm an artist."
"Ah? That s very nice—you'll be able to go out sketching with Miss Augusta—long excursions, don't you know? All day—"
"Oh, I shouldn t dare to suggest such a thing!" cried Miss Augusta.
"I'm sure I should be very happy, if you'd like to go," said Lawrence, politely facing the dreadful possibility of a day with her in the woods, while Brinsley would in all likelihood be riding with Fanny or taking her out in a catboat.
But Miss Augusta paid little attention to him, so long as Brinsley was talking, which was most of the time. The man did not say anything worth repeating, but Lawrence knew that he was far from stupid in spite of his empty talk. At last Lawrence merely looked on, controlling his
