"That he wouldn't know whether I was here or not."
"Sh—!"
"He can't hear me any more than if he were anæsthetized."
"Hush, Kathleen."
"I'll prove it." She raised her voice. "Mr. Sidney!"
Phil not only did not reply, but after a moment more he moved away to another and more unobstructed spot.
Kathleen gave a low laugh and Mrs. Fabian looked pleased.
"He is enjoying it, isn't he?" she returned. "This day is a wonderful bit of good fortune. First impressions are so important. What made you expect him to behave like this?"
"I think I must have a groping, artistic sense myself. At any rate, I knew what Casco Bay must do to an artist when he comes upon it all unprepared."
Mrs. Fabian sighed. "Well, I'm glad our coming here does somebody some good. Are you going on forever calling that boy 'Mr.'? Of course, he can't be informal with you unless you will be so with him."