Why not call Thursday--or even Wednesday?

Wednesday let it be. He needn't call every week, but he had said
something about calling next week, and--she wouldn't care, of
course--but one should keep their word. What a strange little face
she has--and strange manners, and--not able to get on evidently with
her present surroundings.

What an old devil that aunt must be!



CHAPTER IV.



"Dear, if you knew what tears they shed,
Who live apart from home and friend,
To pass my house, by pity led,
Your steps would tend."


He makes the acquaintance of the latter very shortly. But requires
no spoon to sup with her, as Miss Majendie's invitations to supper,
or indeed to luncheon, breakfast or dinner, are so few and rare that
it might be rash for a hungry man to count on them.

The professor, who has felt it to be his duty to call on his ward
regularly every week, has learned to know and (I regret to say) to