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“Well, he might not have come at all,” said the girl, coloring slightly. “I’m sure I didn’t think he would, when he went away.”

“You are both of you a year older and wiser,” said the widow, meditatively; “and you have learned, I hope, not to irritate a man needlessly. I never irritated Corwin in all my life. They don’t understand it.”

“Here comes Mr. Haymaker,” observed Miss Leithe. “I shall ask him.”

“Don’t ask him in,” said Mrs. Corwin, retiring; “he chatters like an organ-grinder.”

“Oh, good-morning, Miss Mary!” exclaimed Mr. Haymaker, as he mounted the steps of the veranda, with his hands extended and his customary effusion. “How charming you are looking after your bath and your walk and all! Did you ever see such a charming morning? I never was at a place I liked so much as Squittig Point; the new Newport, I call it– eh? the new Newport. So fashionable already, and only been going, as one might say, three or four years! Such charming people here! Oh, by- the-way, whom do you think I ran across just now? You wouldn’t know him, though–been abroad since before you were born, I should think. Most charming man I ever met, and awfully wealthy. Ran across him in Europe–Paris, I think it was–stop! or was it Vienna? Well, never mind. Drayton, that’s his name; ever hear of him? Ambrose Drayton. Made a great fortune in the tea-trade; or was it in the mines? I’ve forgotten. Well, no matter. Great traveler, too–Africa and the Corea, and all that sort of thing; and fought under Garibaldi, they say; and he had the charge of some diplomatic affair at Pekin once. The quietest, most gentlemanly fellow you ever saw. Oh, you must meet him. He’s come back to stay, and will probably spend the summer here. I’ll get him and introduce him. Oh, he’ll be charmed–we all shall.”

“What sort of a looking person is he?” Miss Leithe inquired.

“Oh, charming–just right! Trifle above medium height; rather lighter weight than I am, but graceful; grayish hair, heavy mustache, blue eyes; style of a retired English colonel, rather. You know what I mean –trifle reticent, but charming manners. Stop! there he goes now–see him? Just stopping to light a cigar–in a line with the light-house. Now he’s thrown away the match, and walking on again. That’s Ambrose Drayton. Introduce him on the sands this afternoon. How is your good aunt to-day? So sorry not to have seen her! Well, I must be off; awfully busy to-day. Good-by, my dear Miss Mary; see you this afternoon. Good-by. Oh, make my compliments to your good aunt, won’t you? Thanks. So charmed! Au revoir.”

“Has that fool gone?” demanded a voice from within.

“Yes, Auntie,” the young lady answered.

“Then come in to your dinner,” the voice rejoined, accompanied by the sound of a chair being drawn up to a table and sat down upon. Mary Leithe, after casting a glance after the retreating figure of Mr. Haymaker and another toward the light-house, passed slowly through the wire-net doors and disappeared.

Mr. Drayton had perforce engaged his accommodations at the hotel, all the cottages being either private property or rented, and was likewise constrained, therefore, to eat his dinner in public. But Mr. Drayton was not a hater of his species, nor a fearer of it; and though he had not acquired precisely our American habits and customs, he was disposed to be as little strange to them as possible. Accordingly, when the gong sounded, he entered the large dining-room with great intrepidity. The arrangement of tables was not continuous, but many small tables, capable of accommodating from two to six, were dotted about everywhere. Mr. Drayton established himself at the smallest of them, situated in a part of the room whence he had a view not only of the room itself, but of the blue sea and yellow rocks on the other side. This preliminary feat of generalship accomplished, he took a folded dollar bill from his pocket and silently held it up in the air, the result being the speedy capture of a waiter and the introduction of dinner.