[CHAPTER XVIII.]
LIANE'S FLEETING LOVE DREAM.
Liane was enchanted with the beautiful city, and Mrs. Brinkley, who felt a proud proprietorship in it, was delighted with her praises.
They went from one grand building to another, but the good woman soon noticed that Liane seemed best pleased walking along the crowded streets, and that instead of observing all that she pointed out, the girl's eyes wandered wistfully from one face to another, as if in search of some one.
"Are you looking for your grandmother?" she asked.
"Oh, no, ma'am," and Liane blushed like a rose.
"Then it must be your beau, you look so bashful. Have you got a beau in Boston?"
Liane shook her pretty head, but she looked so conscious that the woman plied her with curious questions, until the young girl owned that she knew one person in Boston, a young man, who had spent several weeks at Stonecliff. Then the curious matron did not rest until she had learned his name.