“He and my mother have given their consent,” said Sir Dinadan. “They declared that I could not have pleased them better than by making such a choice.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the Professor, reflectively. “I like you first-rate, and if I felt certain we were going to stay here—”
“I will go with you if you leave the island,” said Sir Dinadan, eagerly.
“And then you know, Din,” continued the Professor familiarly, “Tilly is highly educated, while you—Well, you know you must learn to read, and write, and cipher, the very first thing.”
“I have been giving him lessons while you were away,” said Miss Baffin.
“How does he get along?”
“Quite well. He can do short division with a little help, and he has learned as far as the eighth line in the multiplication table.”
“Eight eights are sixty-four, eight nines are seventy-two, eight tens are eighty,” said Sir Dinadan, triumphantly.
“Well,” said the Professor, “if Tilly loves you, and you love Tilly, I shall make no objection.”
“Oh, thank you,” exclaimed both of the lovers.