"I suppose, Miss Lynde, that, like Helen, you were very much attached to the convent?"
"It is not at all safe to suppose that I am in any respect like Helen," she replied. "We are very good friends, but exceedingly different in character."
"And therefore in tastes?"
"That follows, does it not? Different characters must have different tastes."
"It certainly seems a natural inference. And so I am to presume that you were not attached to the convent?"
"That is going rather too far. I liked it better than any other school at which I ever was placed. But I am not fond of restraint and subjection; therefore I am glad that my school-days are over."
Mr. Rathborne smiled slightly. Even in the dusk he could see enough of the presence before him to judge that restraint and subjection would indeed be little likely to please this imperial-looking creature.
"I am to congratulate you, then," he said, "on the fact that your school-days are definitely over?"
"Yes, they are definitely over, and it remains now to be seen what schooling life holds for me."
"Certainly a singular girl this!" thought the man, who was well aware that most young ladies had little thought of what schooling life might hold for them. "If I may be permitted to prophesy," he said aloud, "I think that life has in store for you only pleasant experiences."