But there was apparently nothing very marked in his devotion.
"It is so much better taste for young people who are engaged not to make love in public," said Mrs.Dinks, as she sat in grand conclave of mammas and elderly ladies, who all understood her to mean her son and niece, and entirely agreed with her.
Meanwhile all the gentlemen who could find one of her moments disengaged were walking, bowling, driving, riding, chatting, sitting, with Miss Wayne.

She smiled upon all, and sat apart in her smiling.

Some foolish young fellows tried to flirt with her.

When they had fully developed their intentions she smiled full in their faces, not insultingly nor familiarly, but with a soft superiority.

The foolish young fellows went down to light their cigars and drink their brandy and water, feeling as if their faces had been rubbed upon an iceberg, for not less lofty and pure were their thoughts of her, and not less burning was their sense of her superb scorn.
But Arthur Merlin, the painter, who had come to pass a few days at Saratoga on his way to Lake George, and whose few days had expanded into the few weeks that Miss Wayne had been there--Arthur Merlin, the painter, whose eyes were accustomed not only to look, but to see, observed that Miss Wayne was constantly doing something.