Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III He Is Different The same evening, as they sat on one of the seats upon the lawn, Miss Ferrol became aware several times that Louisiana was regarding her with more than ordinary interest. She sat with her hands folded upon her lap, her eyes fixed on her face, and her pretty mouth actually a little open. What are you thinking of? Olivia asked, at length. The girl started, and recovered herself with an effort. I?well, I was thinking about?authors, she stammered. Any particular author? inquired Olivia, or authors as a class? About your brother being one. I never thought I should see any one who knew an author?and you are related to one Her companion's smile was significant of immense experience. It was plain that she was so accustomed to living on terms of intimacy with any number of authors that she could afford to feel indifferent about them. My deaf, she said, amiably, they are not in the least different from other people. It sounded something like blasphemy. Not different cried Louisiana. Oh, surely, they must be Isn't?isn't your brother different? Miss Ferrol stopped to think. She was very fond of her brother. Privately she considered him the literary man of his day. She was simply disgusted when she heard experienced critics only calling him clever and brilliant instead of great and world-moving. Yes, she replied at length, he is different. I thought he must be, said Louisiana, with a sigh of relief. You are, you know. Am I? returned Olivia. Thank you. But I am not an author?at least?she added, guiltily, nothing I have written has ever been published. Oh why not? exclaimed Louisiana. Why not? she repeated, dubiously and thoughtfully. And then, knitting her brows, she sa...