A look of disappointment passed over his face, which was soon chased away by smiles, at the words of their companion who said:
“How singular. Father and myself are going there. We leave to-morrow.”
Marion excused herself, and ran to her room to answer her mother's letter. The two thus left alone, sat silent for some time, until Ralph broke the calm with these words, “I long to know the name of one who has so long benefited me. I only know you as Miss Lyman. I should like to treasure your christian name, which I am sure is bright, like your nature.”
“My surname is Wyman, not Lyman, and my christian name, Dawn.”
“How strange! How beautiful!” almost involuntarily exclaimed Ralph.
“Will you allow me, Dawn,” he said, after a brief silence, “to sketch your profile?”
“Certainly, when will you do it?”
“Now, if you have no objection.”
“I have not the slightest, provided I can have a duplicate, in case I like it.”
He complied readily, and she took a position requisite for the work.