one another. A thought must take a new shape to fit itself into a
strange mind. You, Mr. Professor, must have acquired special
experience of the incommunicability of ideas in the course of your
lectures and lessons."

Cashel looked uneasily at the water, and said in a lower voice, "Of
course you may call me just whatever you like; but--if it's all the
same to you--I wish you wouldn't call me professor."

"I have lived so much in countries where professors expect to be
addressed by their titles on all occasions, that I may claim to be
excused for having offended on that point. Thank you for telling me.
But I am to blame for discussing science with you. Lord Worthington
told us that you had come down here expressly to escape from it--to
recruit yourself after an excess of work."

"It doesn't matter," said Cashel.

"I have not done harm enough to be greatly concerned; but I will not
offend again. To change the subject, let us look at Miss Goff's
sketch."

Miss Carew had hardly uttered this suggestion, when Cashel, in a
business-like manner, and without the slightest air of gallantry,
expertly lifted her and placed her on her feet. This unexpected
attention gave her a shock, followed by a thrill that was not
disagreeable. She turned to him with a faint mantling on her cheeks.
He was looking with contracted brows at the sky, as though occupied
with some calculation.