Her strange eyes glanced at him provokingly for a second, and then resumed their steady look. He was quite uncertain as to whether in this there lay a challenge.—He proceeded to act as if there did.
"When I come up to give my first lesson I will tell you all about the giving—and taking—of love."
"That would be of no advantage to either of us. Love is a thing which can cause only pain."
"You are quite mistaken—it is the only divine joy in this unsatisfactory world."
Her face changed; she felt this was cruelly true—and she did not wish to be reminded of the fact.
"You shall only come to the schoolroom if you talk sense. I will not listen to a word of speculation about love; it is pure waste of time—but in any case I do not see how you can come there at all. I would not receive you without Her Ladyship's permission—it was very kind of her to let me have this afternoon."
"What a circumspect darling!"
Miss Bush looked at him with scorn.
"I am not a darlings—I am a lower middle class young woman, trying to learn how to be a lady, and whatever you think, if you want to be with me, you will have to treat me as if I had arrived at my goal already."