“Have you talked with her concerning her studies?”
“Not recently. Soon after Muriel and Miss Dexter came, I mentioned to her the fact that I should be glad to see her enter a class with Muriel and pursue the same studies, and that such an arrangement would be entirely agreeable to Miss Dexter; but she declined the proposition, saying she would only trouble the latter to teach her Italian. Do you know why she is so anxious to acquire that language?”
“No; to tell you the truth, I know less and less every day about her actions, for the child has suddenly grown very reserved. This morning she was walking up and down the 164 library with her hands behind her and her eyes looking as if they were travelling to Jericho or Jeddo, and when I asked her why she was so unusually silent, she snapped like a toy-torpedo, ‘I am silent because this is one of my wicked days, and I am fighting the devil; and if I open my lips I shall say something that will give him the victory.’ I held out my hand to her and begged her to come and sit by me and tell me what troubled or tempted her,—and what do you suppose she said?”
“Something, I am afraid, that I shall be sorry to hear you repeat.”
“She laid her hand on her heart and answered, ‘You are very good, Miss Jane, but you can no more help me than the disciples could relieve that wretch whom only Christ healed.’ ‘This kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting.’ Whereupon, she snatched a book from the table and left the room. I did not see her for several hours, and when I met her in the hall, a few moments since, I said, ‘Well, dear, which won the victory, sin or my little girl?’ She put her hands on my shoulders, laughed bitterly, and answered, ‘It was a drawn battle. Neither has much to boast of, and we lie on our arms watching—nay, glaring at each other. Let me be quiet a little while, and don’t ask me about it.’”
“Can you conjecture the cause of the present trouble?”
“I have a suspicion.”
Miss Jane paused, sighed, and frowned.
“I should think you might persuade her to confide in you.”
“Pooh! Persuade her? I would quite as soon undertake to persuade the Andes to dance a jig as attempt to discover what she has determined not to divulge. If you knew her as well as I do, you would appreciate the uselessness of trying to persuade her to do anything. But you men never see what lies right under your noses, and I believe if you lived in the same house with that child for five years longer you would understand her as little as you do to-day. Ulpian, shut the door, and sit down here close to me.”