"No; but I am sure of it."
I spoke confidently; she affected to doubt me; but the same evening proved the truth of my conjecture. It was not in Miss O'Reilly's nature to turn round a thing, so, as we were all throe walking in the garden, enjoying the cool [air], she suddenly confronted her brother, and said bluntly—
"Cornelius, is it true that you want to go to Rome?"
He reddened, looked astonished, and never answered.
"Then it is true," she exclaimed with a sigh.
"Yes, Kate, it is, but how do you know it?"
"Midge told me."
"Daisy!" he turned round and gave me a piercing look. "Why, I never hinted anything of the sort to her."
"No, but she found it out; and what do you want to go to Rome for,
Cornelius?"
"To study, Kate. I have been too homely, too simple, and that is why I am slighted; I should like to go, to study, to try the historic style: but where is the use to talk of all this?"