The Essential Elinor Glyn Collection. Glyn Elinor

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      "It is a pretty name. If that is what it means, I would call her that."

      "It will do," said Cheiron.

      "Aphrodite--Aphrodite," she repeated it over and over. "It must mean kind and tender, and soft and sweet, and beautiful and glorious, and making you think of noble things, and making you feel perfectly happy and warmed and comforted and blessed. Is it all that?"

      "It could be--and more," said Cheiron.

      "Then I will name her so."

      After this there was a long silence. Mr. Carlyon would not interrupt what was evidently a serious moment to his little friend. He waited, and then presently he turned the channel of her thoughts by asking her if she thought he might call on her Aunts that afternoon.

      Halcyone hesitated a second.

      "We hardly ever have visitors. Aunt Ginevra has always said one must not receive what one cannot return, and they have no carriage or horses now, so they never see anyone. Aunt Roberta would, but Aunt Ginevra does not let her, and she often says in the last ten years they have quite dropped out of everything. I do not know what that means altogether, because I do not know what there was to drop out of. I have scarcely ever been beyond the park, and there do not seem to be any big houses for miles--do there?--except Wendover, but it is shut up; it has been for twenty years."

      "Then you think the Misses La Sarthe might not receive me?"

      "You could try, of course. You have not a carriage. If you just walked it would make it even. Shall I tell them you are coming? I had better, perhaps."

      "Yes, this afternoon."

      And if Halcyone had known it, she was receiving an unheard-of compliment! The hermit Carlyon--the old Oxford Professor of Greek, who had come to this out-of-the-way corner because he had been assured by the agent there would be no sort of society around him--now intended to put on a tall hat and frock coat, and make a formal call on two maiden ladies--all for the sake of a child of twelve years, with serious gray eyes--and a soul!

      CHAPTER IV

      In her heart of hearts Miss Roberta felt fluttered as she walked across the empty hall to the Italian parlor behind her sterner sister, to receive their guest. He would come in the afternoon, Halcyone had said. That meant about three o'clock, and it behooved ladies expecting a gentleman to be at ease at some pretty fancy work when he should be announced.

      The village was two miles beyond the lime lodge gates, and for the last eight years rheumatism in the knee had made the walk there out of the question for poor Miss Roberta--so even the sight of a man and a stranger was an unusual thing! She had not attempted conversation with anyone but Mr. Miller, the curate, for over eleven years. The isolation in which the inhabitants of La Sarthe Chase lived could not be more complete.

      The Italian parlor had its own slightly pathetic _cachet_. The walls and ceiling had been painted by rather a bad artist from Florence at the beginning of the nineteenth century, but the furniture was good of its kind--a strange dark orange lacquer and gilt--and here most of the treasures which had not yet been disposed of for daily bread, were hoarded in cabinets and quaint glass-topped show tables. There were a number of other priceless things about the house, the value of which the Long Man's artistic education was as yet too unfinished to appreciate. And the greatest treasure of all, as we have seen, was probably only understood by Halcyone--but more of that in its place.

      At present it concerns us to know that Miss La Sarthe and her sister had reached the Italian parlor, and were seated in their respective chairs--Miss Roberta with a piece of delicate embroidery in her hands, the stitches of which her eyes--without spectacles, to receive company--were too weak adequately to perceive.

      Miss La Sarthe did not condescend to any such subterfuges. She sat quite still doing nothing, looking very much as she had looked for the last forty years. Her harp stood on one side of the fireplace, and Miss Roberta's guitar hung by a faded blue ribbon from a nail at the other.

      Presently old William announced:

      "Mr. Carlyon."

      And Cheiron, in his Sunday best, walked into the room.

      Halcyone was not present. If children were wanted they were sent for. It was not seemly for them to be idling in the drawing-rooms.

      But Miss Roberta felt so pleasantly nervous, that she said timidly, after they had all shaken hands:

      "Ginevra, can we not tell William to ask Halcyone to come down, perhaps Mr. Carlyon might like to see her again."

      And William, who had not got far from the door, was recalled and sent on the errand.

      "What a very beautiful view you have from here," Mr. Carlyon said, by way of a beginning. "It is an ideal spot."

      "We are glad you like it," Miss La Sarthe replied, graciously; "as my sister and I live quite retired from the world it suits us. We had much gayety here in our youth, but now we like tranquillity."

      "It is, however, delightful to have a neighbor," Miss Roberta exclaimed--and then blushed at her temerity.

      The elder lady frowned; Roberta had always been so sadly effusive, she felt. Men ought not to be flattered so.

      Mr. Carlyon bowed, and the platitudes were continued, each felt he or she must approach the subject of Halcyone's lessons, but waited for the other to begin.

      Halcyone, herself, put an end to all awkwardness after she very gently entered the room. There was no bounding or vaulting in the presence of the aunts.

      "Is it not kind of Mr. Carlyon to wish to teach me Greek?" she said, including both her relatives. "I expect he has told you about it though."

      The Misses La Sarthe were properly surprised and interested. Most kind they thought it and expressed their appreciation in their separate ways. They both hoped their great-niece would be diligent, and prove a worthy pupil. It was most fortunate for Halcyone, because her stepfather, Mr. James Anderton, might decide at their request not to send another governess, and, "No doubt it will be most useful to her," Miss La Sarthe continued. "In these modern days so much learning seems to be expected of people. When we were young, a little French and Italian were all that was necessary."

      Then Mr. Carlyon made friends of them for life, by a happy inspiration.

      "I see you are both musicians," he said, pointing to the antiquated musical instruments. "A taste of that sort is a constant pleasure."

      "We used to play a good deal at one time," admitted Miss La Sarthe, without a too great show of gratification, "and my sister was quite celebrated for her Italian songs."

      "Oh!" gasped Miss Roberta, blushing again.

      "I hope I may have the pleasure of hearing you together some day," said the Professor, gallantly.

      Both ladies smilingly acquiesced, as they depreciated their powers.

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