“I have been coaching beside her this afternoon.”

“Oh!” said Farrar.

“Do you remember the night she came,” I asked, “and we sat with her on the Florentine porch, and Charles Wrexell recognized her and came up?”

“Yes,” he replied with awakened interest, “and I meant to ask you about that.”

“Miss Thorn had met him in the East.  And I gathered from what she told me that he has followed her out here.”

“Shouldn’t wonder,” said Farrar.  “Don’t much blame him, do you?  Is that what troubles you?” he asked, in surprise.

“Not precisely,” I answered vaguely; “but from what she has said then and since, she made it pretty clear that she hadn’t any use for him; saw through him, you know.”

“Pity her if she didn’t.  But what did she say?”

I repeated the conversations I had had with Miss Thorn, without revealing Mr. Allen’s identity with the celebrated author.

“That is rather severe,” he assented.

“He decamped for Mohair, as you know, and since that time she has gone back on every word of it.  She is with him morning and evening, and, to crown all, stood up for him through thick and thin to-day, and praised him.  What do you think of that?”

“What I should have expected in a woman,” said he, nonchalantly.

“They aren’t all alike,” I retorted.

He shook out his pipe, and getting down from his high seat laid his hand on my knee.

“I thought so once, old fellow,” he whispered, and went off down the dock.

This was the nearest Farrar ever came to a confidence.

I have now to chronicle a curious friendship which had its beginning at this time.  The friendships of the other sex are quickly made, and sometimes as quickly dissolved.  This one interested me more than I care to own.  The next morning Judge Short, looking somewhat dejected after the overnight conference he had had with his wife, was innocently and somewhat ostentatiously engaged in tossing quoits with me in front of the inn, when Miss Thorn drove up in a basket cart.  She gave me a bow which proved that she bore no ill-will for that which I had said about her hero.  Then Miss Trevor appeared, and away they went together.  This was the commencement.  Soon the acquaintance became an intimacy, and their lives a series of visits to each other.  Although this new state of affairs did not seem to decrease the number of Miss Thorn’s ‘tete-a-tetes’ with the Celebrity, it put a stop to the canoe expeditions I had been in the habit of taking with Miss Trevor, which I thought just as well under the circumstances.  More than once Miss Thorn partook of the inn fare at our table, and when this happened I would make my escape before the coffee.  For such was the nature of my feelings regarding the Celebrity that I could not bring myself into cordial relations with one who professed to admire him.  I realize how ridiculous such a sentiment must appear, but it existed nevertheless, and most strongly.