MISS THOMASINA TUCKER
“She might do both, I should think; at least it has been done, though not, perhaps, with conspicuous success,” was Carl’s reply.
“Whatever she does, we’ve lost her,” sighed the girl; “and our little set will be so dull without Tommy!”
Fergus Appleton had leaned over the deck rail for a few moments before the ship started on her voyage; leaned there idly and indifferently, as he did most things, smoking his cigarette with an air of complete detachment from the world. He was going to no one, and leaving no one behind. He had money enough to live on, but life had always been something of a bore to him and he could not have endured it without regular occupation. His occasional essays on subjects connected with architecture, his critical articles in similar fields, his travels in search of wider information, the book on which he was working at the moment,—these kept him busy and gave him a sense of being tolerably useful in his generation. The particular group
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