“Are you certain about that preaching?”
“Rose heard of it from Cecil herself.”
“Did she ask what it amounted to?”
“I don’t know; perhaps I had better find out. I remember it came after that ride to Sirenwood. By the bye, Jenny, I wish Cecil could be hindered from throwing herself into that oak of Broceliande!”
“Are not you so suspicious that you see the waving arms and magic circles everywhere?”
“A friendship with any one here is so unnatural, that I can’t but think it a waving of hands boding no good. And there is worse than friendship in that quarter too.”
“Oh, but Lenore is quite different!”
“A Vivienne still!” said Julius, bitterly. “If she costs poor Frank nothing more than his appointment, it will be well.”
“I don’t understand!”
“She caught him in her toils two years ago at Rockpier; and now she is playing fast and loose with him—withdrawing, as I believe; and at any rate keeping the poor foolish boy in such an agitation, that he can’t or won’t settle to his reading; and Driver thinks he will break down.”