Who could it be that had won his
heart? It must be someone he had known before coming to Lennoxville, and
his visits away from town were not always on business matters. She sat
listening to every word with a beating heart, but those who were watching
her closely could read no word from that quiet, immovable face.
"Do tell us something about this city girl of yours," Gussie said,
teasingly. "We have been so intimate that it is only fair to tell us
something about her. Is she tall or short, a blonde or brunette, and what
kind of work is she usually at when you go to see her? or is she a society
lady with nothing to do but dress up and look pretty? Perhaps she paints;
that is fashionable now."
"Paints! No, never! 'Her cheeks are like the rose, that in the garden
blooms,' and so on, but for all that, I am sure she does not paint!"
"Paint pictures, I mean! You know I did! Of course, I never meant her face!
But what sort of work is she fond of? What are her talents? I am sure you
must know that!"
"Well, now, I really don't believe I ever asked her what she likes to do
best, and she is so unselfish that it would not be fair to judge her by
what she is actually doing when I happen to see her, for I am sure that
some of her self-imposed tasks are far from pleasant to her.
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