Then she gave a gesture of hauteur and half-contempt.
"You have a yacht?
Oh! then you are a gentleman.

You do nothing for your living ?" "Nothing, indeed!" and he shrugged his shoulders with a mingled air of weariness and self-pity, "except one thing--I live!" "Is that hard work ?" she inquired wonderingly.
"Very." They were silent then, and the girl's face grew serious as she rested on her oars, and still surveyed him with a straight, candid gaze, that, though earnest and penetrating, had nothing of boldness in it.

It was the look of one in whose past there were no secrets--the look of a child who is satisfied with the present and takes no thought for the future.
Few women look so after they have entered their teens.

Social artifice, affectation, and the insatiate vanity that modern life encourages in the feminine nature--all these things soon do away with the pellucid clearness and steadfastness of the eye--the beautiful, true, untamed expression, which, though so rare, is, when seen infinitely more bewitching than all the bright arrows of coquetry and sparkling invitation that flash from the glances of well-bred society dames, who have taken care to educate their eyes if not their hearts.

This girl was evidently not trained properly; had she been so, she would have dropped a curtain over those wide, bright windows of her soul; she would have remembered that she was alone with a strange man at midnight--at midnight, though the sun shone; she would have simpered and feigned embarrassment, even if she could not feel it.