But somehow he could not divest himself of the idea that she must be the Diana of his great picture.

There was an indescribable coolness and remoteness about her.
Has it any thing to do with that confounded sketch at Saratoga, and that--equally confounded Abel Newt?
thought he.
For the conversation at the Round Table sometimes fell upon Abel.
"He is certainly a handsome fellow," said Amy Waring.

"I don't wonder at his success." "It's beauty that does it, then, Miss Waring ?" asked Arthur.
"Does what ?" said she.
"Why, that gives what you call social success." "Oh! I mean that I don't wonder such a handsome, bright, graceful; accomplished young man, who lives in fine style, drives pretty horses, and knows every body, should be a great favorite with the girls and their mothers.

Don't you see, Abel Newt is a sort of Alcibiades ?" Lawrence Newt laughed.
"You don't mean Pelham ?" said he.
"No, for he has sense enough to conceal the coxcomb.

But you ought to know your own nephew, Mr.Newt," answered Amy.
"Perhaps; but I have a very slight acquaintance with him," said Mr.Newt.
"I don't exactly like him," said Arthur Merlin, with perfect candor.
"I didn't know you knew him," replied Amy, looking up.
Arthur blushed, for he did not personally know him; but he felt as if he did, so that he unwittingly spoke so.
"No, no," said he, hastily; "I don't know him, I believe; but I know about him." As he said this he looked at Hope Wayne, who had been sitting, working, in perfect silence.