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СКАЧАТЬ reluctantly admitted that she had not. There was, she explained, very little chance of any of an agreeable kind coming her way at La Sarthe Chase. She had been gardening with William--they had quite tidied the top terrace--and she had been reading French with Aunt Roberta, but the book was great nonsense.

      Then she added that she had brought an invitation from the Aunts La Sarthe that Mr. Carlyon's guest should accompany him when he dined with them on the Saturday. It had become the custom for him to partake of this repast on the same occasions that Mr. Miller did--once a month.

      John Derringham frowned under his straw hat which he had pulled over his eyes. He had not come into the country to be dragged out to bucolic dinner parties. But upon some points he knew his old master was obdurate and from his firm acceptance of the invitation this appeared to be one of them.

      Then Halcyone asked politely if he would have a second cup of tea, but he refused and again addressed Cheiron, ignoring her. Their conversation now ran into philosophical questions, some of them out of her depth, but much of the subject interested her deeply and she listened absorbed.

      At last there was a pause and her fresh young voice asked:

      "What, then, is the aim of philosophy--is it only words, or does it bring any good?"

      And both men looked at her, staggered for a moment, and John Derringham burst into a ringing laugh.

      "Upon my word, I don't know," he said. "It was invented so that the Master here and I should pull each other's theories to pieces; that evidently was its aim from the beginning of time. I do not know if it has any other good."

      "Everything is so very simple," said Halcyone. "To have to argue about it must be fatiguing."

      "You find things simple, do you?" asked John Derringham, now complacently roused to look at her. "What are your rules of life then, let us hear, oh, Oracle!--we listen with respect!"

      Halcyone reddened a little and a gleam grew in her wise eyes. She would have refused to reply, but looking at her revered master, she saw that he was awaiting her answer with an encouraging smile. So she thought a second and then said calmly, measuring her words: "Things are what we make them, they have no power in themselves; they are as inanimate as this wood--" and she touched the table with her fine brown hand. "It is we ourselves who give them activity. So it is our own faults if they are bad--they could just as easily be good. Is not that simple enough?"

      "An example, please, Goddess," demanded John Derringham with a cynical smile.

      "The dark is an example," she went on quietly. "People fill the dark with their own frightening images and fear it because they themselves have turned it into evil. The dark is as kind as the day."

      John Derringham laughed. He was amused at this precocious wisdom and he suddenly remembered that his old master had mentioned some clever child when writing to him first about the place, two months before. This was the creature, then, who was learning Greek. She had picked up these ideas, of course, out of some book and was showing off. Children should be snubbed and kept in their places:

      "Then you don't cry when your nurse leaves you at night without a candle. What a good little girl! But perhaps you take a doll to bed," he added mockingly, "or suck your thumb."

      Halcyone did not answer, her eyes, benign as a goddess's, looked him through and through--and Cheiron leaned back in his chair and puffed volumes of smoke while he chuckled delightedly:

      "Take care, John--you will come off second best, for Halcyone can see the other side of your head."

      For some unaccountable reason, John Derringham felt annoyed; but it was too contemptible to be annoyed by a child, so he laughed as he answered condescendingly:

      "There, I will not tease her. I expect she hates me already--" and he pushed his hat back from his eyes.

      "No," said Halcyone. "One only hates a thing one fears; hate implies fear. I hated my last but one governess for a while--because she told lies and was mean and she had the power to keep me in. But once I reasoned about it, I grew quite indifferent and she had no effect upon me at all."

      "You have not had time to reason about me," returned John Derringham, "but it is something that you don't hate me; I ought to feel pleased."

      "I do not know that there is occasion for that," Halcyone remarked, "it is all a level thing which does not matter. You are Mr. Carlyon's guest and I expect will be staying some time--"

      "So you will have to put up with me!" and John Derringham laughed, furious now with himself for his increasing irritation.

      "I must be going," Halcyone then announced and got up from her chair--"and I will tell my aunts that they may expect you to-morrow night," she continued, addressing Mr. Carlyon.

      He rose and prepared to accompany her down the garden. She bowed to John Derringham with quiet dignity as he still lay on the ground and walked on by the side of her Professor without further words.

      "You don't like my old pupil, Halcyone?" Mr. Carlyon said when they got to the gap in the hedge. "Tell me, what do you see at the other side of his head?"

      "Himself," was all she answered as she bounded lightly away laughing, and was soon lost to view in the copse beyond.

      And Cheiron, considerably amused, returned to his prostrate guest to find him with a frown upon his face.

      "I hope to goodness, Master, you won't bore me with that brat while I am here," he exclaimed, "chattering aphorisms like a parrot. I can't stand children out of their place."

      CHAPTER VII

      "Since there will be three gentlemen, Ginevra," Miss Roberta said on Saturday morning when they sat together in the Italian parlor after breakfast, "do you not think we had better have Halcyone down to dinner to-night? I know," she added timidly, "it is not in the proper order of things, but we could make an exception."

      Miss La Sarthe frowned. Roberta so often was ready to upset regulations. She was difficult to deal with. But this suggestion of hers had some point.

      They would be two ladies to three of the other sex--and one of their guests appeared to be quite a young man--perhaps it might be more prudent to relax a rule, than to find themselves in an embarrassing position.

      "I strongly deplore the fact of children ever being brought from their seclusion except for dessert, but as you say, Roberta, three gentlemen--and one a perfect stranger--might be too much for us. I hardly think our Mamma would have approved of our giving such an unchaperoned party, so for this once Halcyone had better come down. She can have Mr. Miller for her partner, you will be conducted by the Professor--and the new guest will take me in."

      Miss Roberta bridled--the Professor was now a hero in her eyes.

      "And Sister," she said, "I think we might bring six of the chairs from Sir Timothy's bed- and dressing-room just for to-night, instead of those Windsor ones. It would give the dining-room a better look, do you not think so?"

      And to this also Miss La Sarthe agreed. So Miss Roberta joyfully found Halcyone out upon the second terrace and imparted to СКАЧАТЬ