Then he passed back again in the same fashion, sank down upon his bench, fatigued apparently by his aimless stroll, and fell into a melancholy reverie. To enumerate these small incidents in his deportment is to give it a melodramatic cast which it was far from possessing; something in his manner saved it from the shadow of impertinence, and it may be affirmed that not a single idler on the sunny shore suspected his speechless "attentions."
"I wonder why it doesn't annoy us more that he should look at us so much," said Agatha Gosling, one day.
"That who should look at us?" asked Diana, not at all affectedly.
Agatha fixed her eyes for a moment on her friend, and then said gently: "Mr. Longstaff. Now, don't say 'Who is Mr. Longstaff?'" she added.
"I have got to learn, really," said Diana "that the person you appear to mean, does look at us. I have never caught him in the act."
"That is because whenever you turn your eyes toward him he looks away. He is afraid to meet them. But I see him."
These words were exchanged one day as the two friends sat as usual before the twinkling sea; and, beyond them, as usual, lounged Reginald Longstaff. Diana bent her head faintly forward and
