Diana looked after his receding form.
"It is odd how little like an artist Mr. Gayne looks," she said.
"You mean he should have long hair and dreamy eyes?" asked Philip.
"I think it is the eyes," replied Diana thoughtfully. "I cannot picture his looking with concentration and persistence at anything."
"Oh, I've seen him make a pretty good stab at it," said Philip dryly, thinking of the manner in which he had on several occasions seen him stare at Diana.
At this point the dull boy found his tongue.
"I wouldn't go up there," he said haltingly.
"Up where?" asked Mrs. Lowell encouragingly.
"Up to that farm. It's full of nettles that sting, and then, when it's dark, ghosts."