"Well, I mean all the good ones. All the pretty young ladies--like
Mrs. Penniman!" and Arthur Townsend gave a private laugh.

"My aunt likes him very much," said Catherine.

"Most people like him--he's so brilliant."

"He's more like a foreigner," Catherine suggested.

"Well, I never knew a foreigner!" said young Townsend, in a tone
which seemed to indicate that his ignorance had been optional.

"Neither have I," Catherine confessed, with more humility. "They say
they are generally brilliant," she added vaguely.

"Well, the people of this city are clever enough for me. I know some
of them that think they are too clever for me; but they ain't!"

"I suppose you can't be too clever," said Catherine, still with
humility.

"I don't know. I know some people that call my cousin too clever."

Catherine listened to this statement with extreme interest, and a
feeling that if Morris Townsend had a fault it would naturally be
that one. But she did not commit herself, and in a moment she asked:
"Now that he has come back, will he stay here always?"

"Ah," said Arthur, "if he can get something to do."