"Oh, yes, he admires her very much. He wrote a long article about her in the Tribune once. Do you see the Tribune regularly? Your dear father writes a great deal for it, and I am sure you must appreciate his exquisite writing."
"Do you know Miss Kenyon too?"
"Oh, yes, I know her very well. And I expect to know her better very soon, because I suppose we shall be connections before long."
Lesley looked a smiling inquiry.
"I have a younger brother—my brother Oliver," said Mrs. Romaine, with a little laugh; "and younger brothers, dear, have a knack of falling in love. He has fallen in love with Ethel, who is really a nice girl, as well as a pretty and a clever girl, and I believe they will be married by and by."
Lesley could not have said why, but somehow at that moment she was distinctly glad of the fact.
CHAPTER VIII.
OLIVER'S INTENTIONS.
"Well, what is she like?" Oliver Trent asked, lightly, of his sister Rosalind, when they met that evening at dinner.