"That seems odd," Halcyone said. "I hope whoever it is will not be much
in our way. I do not think I am glad--are you?"

"Yes, I am glad. It is someone for whom I have a great regard," and Mr.
Carlyon knocked the ashes from his long pipe. "It is a young man who
used to be at Oxford and to whom also I taught Greek."

"Then he will know a great deal more than I do, being older," returned
Halcyone, not at all mollified by this information.

"Yes, he knows rather more than you do as yet," the Professor allowed.
"Perhaps you will not like him; he can be quite disagreeable when he
wishes--and he may not like you."

Halcyone's dark brows met.

"If he is someone for whom you have a regard he must be of those who
count. I shall be angry then, if he dislikes me--is he coming soon?"

"On Monday, by the four o'clock train."

"Our lesson will be over--that is something. You will not want me on
Tuesday, I expect?" and a note of regret grew in her voice.

"I thought you might have a holiday for a while, all pupils have
holidays in the summer," the Professor returned.

"Very well," was all she said, and then was quiet for a time, thinking
the matter over. She wished to hear more of this visitor who was going
to interrupt their pleasant intercourse.