Smith's laugh was brittle.
"We'll leave it a future, if you like. 'Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.'"
"Oh; so you class me as an evil, do you?"
"No; you know I didn't mean that; I merely mean that it's no use crossing the bridges before we come to them. I've been living from day to day so long now, that I am becoming hardened to it."
Again there was a pause, and again it was Miss Richlander who broke it.
"You don't want to go back to Lawrenceville?" she suggested.
"Hardly—in the circumstances."
"What will you do?—go away from Brewster and stay until father has finished buying his mine?"
"No; I can't very well go away—for business reasons."
The slow smile was dimpling again at the corners of the perfect mouth.