Isabel looked at him a moment. "Is there never any one here but your father and you?"
"My mother, of course."
"Oh, I know your mother; she＇s not romantic. Haven＇t you other people?"
"Very few."
"I＇m sorry for that; I like so much to see people."
"Oh, we＇ll invite all the county to amuse you," said Ralph.
"Now you＇re making fun of me," the girl answered rather gravely. "Who was the gentleman on the lawn when I arrived?"