Frettlby—"A fugitive and a vagabond thou shalt be in the earth."
"Everyone gets these restless fits sooner or later," he said, idly. "In fact," with an uneasy laugh, "I believe I'm in one myself."
"That puts me in mind of what I heard Dr. Chinston say yesterday," she said. "This is the age of unrest, as electricity and steam have turned us all into Bohemians."
"Ah! Bohemia is a pleasant place," said Brian, absently, unconsciously quoting Thackeray, "but we all lose our way to it late in life."
"At that rate we won't lose our way to it for some time," she said, laughing, as they stepped into the drawing-room, so cool and shady, after the heat and glare outside.
As they entered Mr. Frettlby arose out of a chair near the window, and appeared to have been reading, as he held a book in his hand.
"What! Fitzgerald," he exclaimed in a hearty tone, as he held out his hand; "I am glad to see you."
"I let you know I am living, don't I?" replied Brian, his fair face flushing as he reluctantly took the proffered hand. "But the fact is I have come to say good-bye for a few days."
"Ah! going back to town, I suppose," said Mr. Frettlby, lying back in his chair, and playing with his watch chain. "I don't know that you are wise, exchanging the clear air of the country for the dusty atmosphere of Melbourne."
"Yet Madge tells me you are going back," said Brian, idly toying with a vase of flowers on the table.
"Depends upon circumstances," replied Midas carelessly, "I may and I may not. You go on business, I presume?"
"Well, the fact is Calton" Here Brian stopped suddenly, and bit his lip with vexation, for he had not intended to mention the lawyer's name.
"Yes?" said Mr. Frettlby, interrogatively, sitting up quickly, and looking keenly at Brian.
"Wants to see me about business," he finished, awkwardly.
"Connected with the sale of your station, I suppose," said Frettlby, still keeping his eyes on the young man's face. "Can't have a better man. Calton's an excellent man of business."
