"Who—is he?" inquired Louisiana. "Is he a writer, too?"
"Well, yes,—but not exactly like the others. He is my brother."
It was two hours before this episode ended. Only at the sounding of the second bell did Louisiana escape to her room to prepare for dinner.
Miss Ferrol began to replace the dresses in her trunk. She performed her task in an abstracted mood. When she had completed it she stood upright and paused a moment, with quite a startled air.
"Dear me!" she exclaimed. "I—actually forgot about Ruskin!"
CHAPTER III.
"HE IS DIFFERENT."
The same evening, as they sat on one of the seats upon the lawn, Miss Ferrol became aware several times that Louisiana was regarding her with more than ordinary interest. She sat with her hands folded upon her lap, her eyes fixed on her face, and her pretty mouth actually a little open.
"What are you thinking of?" Olivia asked, at length.