"That seems odd," Halcyone said. "I hope whoever it is will not be much in our way. I do not think I am glad—are you?"
"Yes, I am glad. It is someone for whom I have a great regard," and Mr. Carlyon knocked the ashes from his long pipe. "It is a young man who used to be at Oxford and to whom also I taught Greek."
"Then he will know a great deal more than I do, being older," returned Halcyone, not at all mollified by this information.
"Yes, he knows rather more than you do as yet," the Professor allowed. "Perhaps you will not like him; he can be quite disagreeable when he wishes—and he may not like you."
Halcyone's dark brows met.
"If he is someone for whom you have a regard he must be of those who count. I shall be angry then, if he dislikes me—is he coming soon?"
"On Monday, by the four o'clock train."
"Our lesson will be over—that is something. You will not want me on Tuesday, I expect?" and a note of regret grew in her voice.
"I thought you might have a holiday for a while, all pupils have holidays in the summer," the Professor returned.
"Very well," was all she said, and then was quiet for a time, thinking the matter over. She wished to hear more of this visitor who was going to interrupt their pleasant intercourse.