Part 14 (2/2)

”Don't you ever come to town?” he asked.

”We go to Edinburgh occasionally,” she replied with malice, knowing that he meant London.

He set her right.

”No; my father hates London, and mother never goes away without him.”

”What a pity! But do you never visit friends in town?”

”Yes; my sister and I have spent one or two seasons in Park Lane, with some cousins.”

”Why don't you come this next season? You ought to hear some good music.”

The _tete-a-tete_ was interrupted by the Professor. Temperley looked annoyed. It struck Hadria that Professor Fortescue had a very sad expression when he was not speaking. He seemed to her lonely, and in need of the sort of comfort that he brought so liberally to others.

Although he had talked to Hadria about a thousand topics in which they were both interested, there had been nothing personal in their conversation. He was disposed, at times, to treat her in a spirit of affectionate banter.

”To think that I should ever have dared to offer this young lady acidulated drops!” he exclaimed on one occasion, when Hadria was looking flushed and perturbed.

”Ah! shall I ever forget those acidulated drops!” she cried, brightening.

”You don't mean to say that you would stoop to them now?”

”It is not one's oldest friends who always know one best,” she replied demurely.

”I shall test you,” he said.

And on that same day, he walked into Ballochcoil, and when he returned, he offered her, with a solemn twinkle in his eye, a good-sized paper bag of the seductive sweetmeat; taking up his position on the top of a low d.y.k.e, and watching her, while she proceeded to make of that plump white bag, a lank and emaciated bag, surprising to behold. He sat and looked on, enjoying his idleness with the zest of a hard worker. The twinkle of amus.e.m.e.nt faded gradually from his face, and the sadness that Hadria had noticed the day before, returned to his eyes. She was leaning against the d.y.k.e, pensively enjoying her festive meal. The dark fresh blue of her gown, and the unwonted tinge of colour in her cheeks, gave a vigorous and healthful impression, in harmony with the weather-beaten stones and the windy breadth of the northern landscape.

The Professor studied the face with a puzzled frown. He flattered himself that he was a subtle physiognomist, but in this case, he would not have dared to p.r.o.nounce judgment. Danger and difficulty might have been predicted, for it was a moving face, one that could not be looked upon quite coldly. And the Professor had come to the conclusion, from his experience of life, that the instinct of the average human being whom another has stirred to strong emotion, is to fasten upon and overwhelm that luckless person, to burden him with responsibilities, to claim as much of time, and energy, and existence, as can in any way be wrung from him, careless of the cost to the giver.

Professor Fortescue noticed, as Hadria looked down, a peculiar dreaminess of expression, and something indefinable, which suggested a profoundly emotional nature. At present, the expression was softened.

That this softness was not altogether trustworthy, however, the Professor felt sure, for he had seen, at moments, when something had deeply stirred her, expressions anything but soft come into her face.

He thought her capable of many things of which the well-brought-up young Englishwoman is not supposed to dream. It seemed to him, that she had at least two distinct natures that were at war with one another: the one greedy and pleasure-loving, careless and even reckless; the other deep-seeing and aspiring. But which of these two tendencies would experience probably foster?

”I wonder what you like best, next to acidulated drops,” he said at length, with one of his half-bantering smiles.

”There are few things in this wide world that can be mentioned in the same breath with them, but toffy also has its potency upon the spirit.”

”I like not this mocking tone.”

”Then I will not mock,” she said.

”Yes, Hadria,” he went on meditatively, ”you have grown up, if an old friend may make such remarks, very much as I expected, from the promise of your childhood. You used to puzzle me even then.”

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