"Certainly; I shall only be too happy. What can I do to amuse you? Shall
I read to you?"
Violet shrugged her shoulders.
"No, talk to me," she said, with pretty imperiousness. "I have been shut
up so long that I am pining for entertaining society."
Wallace flushed at this. He was not used to talking to fine young
ladies; he had been very little in society, and had met but very few
people in fashionable life. His days were occupied by work, for he had
to support himself and his mother, while his evenings were devoted to
study.
But he really desired to amuse his lovely visitor, and so, going to a
book-case, he took down a large, square book and brought it to her.
"Have you ever seen any agricultural drawings, Miss Huntington?" he
inquired.
"No," Violet said.
"Do you think it would interest you to examine some?"
"Oh, yes," she answered, eagerly.
She would have been interested in anything which he chose to talk about.
"I am glad of that," he returned, "for architecture is to be the
business of my life, and I can talk more fluently upon that subject that
upon any other.
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