sense.

She cried: 'Oh! no compliments from you to me. I will receive them, if
you please, by deputy. Let my Professor hear your immense admiration for
his pupil's accomplishments. Hear him then in return! He will beat at
me like the rainy West wind on a lily. "See," he will say, when I am
broken and bespattered, "she is fair, she is stately, is she not!" And
really I feel, at the sound of praise, though I like it, that the
opposite, satire, condemnation, has its good right to pelt me. Look;
there is the tower, there 's the statue, and under that line of pine-
trees the path we ran up;--"dear English boys!" as I remember saying to
myself; and what did you say of me?'

Her hand was hanging loose. I grasped it. She drew a sudden long
breath, and murmured, without fretting to disengage herself,

'My friend, not that!'

Her voice carried an unmistakeable command. I kissed above the fingers
and released them.

'Are you still able to run?' said she, leading with an easy canter, face
averted. She put on fresh speed; I was outstripped.

Had she quitted me in anger? Had she parted from me out of view of the
villa windows to make it possible for us to meet accidentally again in
the shadow of her old protecting Warhead, as we named him from his
appearance, gaunt Schwartz?