"No," said Margaret.
"How is that? Are you afraid of your complexion? I think Mr. Grey threatened you with premature age, if you meddled with Latin. Did not he?"
"That is not the reason," said Margaret, "but I am too busy at present."
"I should like very much to know what is your favourite study just now. Waltzing, I think."
"Waltzing, indeed!" said Margaret; "I could waltz years ago."
"You won't tell me then, what pursuit engrosses you at present; it must be something mysterious. Judicial astrology?"
Margaret turned away laughing, "I wish first that it was true, and next that I knew it," she said.
"Would you then like to read the future?" he asked.
"Perhaps not, when it came to the point," she replied.
"What, Land, here already?" said Mr. Grey, waking up at the jingle of the keys and candlesticks; "who would believe it was eleven o'clock?"