Halcyone. Glyn Elinor

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      "That ought to tell me everything," he said, gravely, "but unfortunately it does not! Who is Halcyone?"

      "I live at La Sarthe Chase with the Aunts La Sarthe," she said proudly, as though La Sarthe Chase had been Windsor Castle—"and I have been accustomed to play in this garden. I don't like your being here much."

      "I am sorry for that, because it suits me and I have bought it. But how would it be if I said you might come into the garden still and play? Would you forgive me then for being here?"

      "I might," said Halcyone. "What are all these books for?"

      "They are to read."

      "I knew that—" and she frowned, beetling her delicate dark brows, "but why such a lot? You can never read them all."

      The old man smiled.

      "I have read most of them already," he said. "I have had plenty of time, you see."

      "Yes, I dare say you are old," said Halcyone—"and what are they about? I would like to know that. My books so seldom interest me."

      He handed her one through the window, but it was written in Greek and she could not read it. She frowned again as she turned over the pages.

      "Perhaps there is something nice in that," she said.

      "Possibly."

      "Well, won't you tell me what?"

      "That would take a long time—suppose you come in and have tea with me, then we could talk comfortably."

      "That sounds a good plan," she said, gravely. "Shall I climb through the window—I can quite easily—or would you like me to go round by the door?"

      "The window will serve," said the old man.

      And with one bound as light as a young kid, Halcyone was in the room.

      There was a second armchair beyond the pile of books, and into that she nestled, crossing her knees and clasping her hands round them. "Now we can begin," she said.

      "Tea or talk?" asked the old man.

      "Why, talk, of course; there is no tea—"

      "But if you rang that bell some might come."

      Halcyone jumped up again and looked about for the bell. She was not going to ask where it was—she disliked stupid people herself. The old man watched her from under the penthouse of his eyebrows with a curious smile.

      The bell was hidden in the carving of the mantelpiece, but she found it at last and gave it a lusty pull.

      It seemed answered instantaneously by a strange-looking man—a dark, extremely thin person with black, dull eyes.

      The old man spoke to him in an unknown language and he retired silently.

      "Who was that?" asked Halcyone.

      "That is my servant—he will bring tea."

      "He is not English?"

      "No—does that matter?"

      "Of course not—but what country does he come from?"

      "You must ask him someday."

      "I want to see countries," and she stretched out her slender arms, "I want to fly away outside the park and see the world."

      "You have time," said the old man.

      "When I am big enough I shall run away—I get very tired of only the Aunts La Sarthe. They never understand a word I say." "What do you say?"

      "I want to say all sorts of things, but if it isn't what they have heard a hundred times before, they look shocked and pained."

      "You must come and say them to me then, perhaps I might understand, and in any case I should not be shocked or pained."

      "They remind me of the Three Gray Sisters, although there are only two of them—one eye and one tooth between them."

      "I see—there is something we can talk about at all events," said the old man. "The Three Gray Sisters are friends of yours—are they?"

      "Not friends!" Haley one exclaimed emphatically. "I can't bear them, silly old things nodding there, with their ridiculous answers to Perseus, saying old things were better than new—and their day better than his—I should have thrown their eye into the sea if I had been he. Do all old people do that?—pretend their time was the best?—do you? I don't mean to."

      "You are right. It is a bad habit."

      "But are they better, the old things?"

      The old man did not answer for a moment or two. He looked his visitor through and through with his wise gray eyes—an investigation which might have disconcerted some people, but Halcyone was unabashed.

      "I know what you are doing," she said. "You are seeing the other side of my head—and I wish I could see the other side of yours, I can the Aunts' La Sarthe and Priscilla's, in a minute, but yours is different."

      "I am glad of that—you might be disappointed, though, if you did see what was there."

      "I always want to see," she said simply—"see everything; and sometimes I find the other side not a bit what this is—even in the birds and trees and the beetles. But you must have a huge big one."

      The old man laughed.

      "You and I are going to be good acquaintances," he said. "Tell me some more of Perseus. What more do you know of him?"

      "I have only read 'The Heroes,'" Halcyone admitted, "but I know it by heart—and I know it is all true though my governess says it is fairy-tales and not for girls. I want to learn Greek, but they can't teach me."

      "That is too bad."

      "When things are put vaguely I always want to know, them—I want to know why Medusa turned into a gorgon? What was her sin?"

      The old man smiled.

      "I see," said Halcyone, "you won't tell me, but some day I shall know."

      "Yes, some day you shall know," he said.

      "They seem such great people, those Greeks; they knew everything—so the preface of my 'Heroes' says, and I want to learn the things they knew—mathematics and geometry, rather—and especially logic and metaphysics, because I want to know the meaning of words and the art of reasoning, and above everything I want to know about my own thoughts and soul." "You strange little girl," said the old man. "Have you a soul?"

      "I don't know, I have something in there," and Halcyone pointed to her head—"and it talks to me like another voice, and when I am alone up a tree away from people, and all is beautiful, it seems to make it tight round here—and go from my head into my side," and she placed her lean brown paw over her heart.

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