If the imperfectly educated Lily had been above the quick comprehension of the academical Kenelm in her speech, so Kenelm was now above the comprehension of Lily. She, too, paused before she replied,—
“If I knew you better, I think I could understand you better. I wish you knew Lion. I should like to hear you talk with him.”
While thus conversing, they had left the burial-ground, and were in the pathway trodden by the common wayfarer.
Lily resumed,—“Yes, I should like to hear you talk with Lion.”
“You mean your guardian, Mr. Melville?”
“Yes, you know that.”
“And why should you like to hear me talk to him?”
“Because there are some things in which I doubt if he was altogether right, and I would ask you to express my doubts to him; you would, would you not?”
“But why can you not express them yourself to your guardian; are you afraid of him?”
“Afraid, no indeed! But—ah, how many people there are coming this way! There is some tiresome public meeting in the town to-day. Let us take the ferry: the other side of the stream is much pleasanter; we shall have it more to ourselves.”