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"Not at all," said he: "I care for myself when necessary. I am

well now. What do you see amiss in me?"

This was said with a careless, abstracted indifference, which showed

that my solicitude was, at least in his opinion, wholly superfluous.

I was silenced.

He still slowly moved his finger over his upper lip, and still his

eye dwelt dreamily on the glowing grate; thinking it urgent to say

something, I asked him presently if he felt any cold draught from

the door, which was behind him.

"No, no!" he responded shortly and somewhat testily.

"Well," I reflected, "if you won't talk, you may be still; I'll let

you alone now, and return to my book."

So I snuffed the candle and resumed the perusal of "Marmion." He

soon stirred; my eye was instantly drawn to his movements; he only

took out a morocco pocket-book, thence produced a letter, which he

read in silence, folded it, put it back, relapsed into meditation.

It was vain to try to read with such an inscrutable fixture before

me; nor could I, in impatience, consent to be dumb; he might rebuff

me if my he liked, but talk I would.

"Have you heard from Diana and Mary lately?"

"Not since the letter I showed you a week ago."

"There has not been any change made about your own arrangements?

You will not be summoned to leave England sooner than you expected?"

"I fear not, indeed: such chance is too good to befall me."

Baffled so far, I changed my ground. I bethought myself to talk

about the school and my scholars.

"Mary Garrett's mother is better, and Mary came back to the school

this morning, and I shall have four new girls next week from the

Foundry Close--they would have come to-day but for the snow."

"Indeed!"

"Mr. Oliver pays for two."

"Does he?"

"He means to give the whole school a treat at Christmas."

"I know."

"Was it your suggestion?"

"No."

"Whose, then?"

"His daughter's, I think."

"It is like her: she is so good-natured."

"Yes."

Again came the blank of a pause: the clock struck eight strokes.

It aroused him; he uncrossed his legs, sat erect, turned to me.

"Leave your book a moment, and come a little nearer the fire," he

said.

Wondering, and of my wonder finding no end, I complied.