now hid his eyes? Where is that old, old coat?

"Yes." Yes, the professor certainly and as disagreeable as possible.
His eyes are still aflame; but Perpetua is not afraid of him. She is
angry with him, in a measure, but not afraid. One _might_ be afraid
of Sir Hastings, but of Mr. Curzon, no!

The professor had seen the glad rush of the girl towards him, and a
terrible pang of delight had run through all his veins--to be
followed by a reaction. She had come to him because she _wanted_
him, because he might be of use to her, not because-- What had
Hastings been saying to her? His wrathful eyes are on his brother
rather than on her when he says:

"You are tired?"

"Yes," says Perpetua.

"Shall I take you to Gwendoline?"

"Yes," says Perpetua again.

"Miss Wynter is in my care at present," says Sir Hastings, coming
indolently forward. "Shall I take you to Lady Baring?" asks he,
addressing Perpetua with a suave smile.

"She will come with me," says the professor, with cold decision.

"A command!" says Sir Hastings, laughing lightly. "See what it is,
Miss Wynter, to have a hard-hearted guardian." He shrugs his