"You won't tell any one you have seen it, will you?" she said at last appealingly.
"Certainly not," answered I. "But why are you so anxious to keep it a secret?"
She opened her eyes at this question and then burst out, with a sob in her voice:
"I would not have them guess it for the world."
At last I understood: this bust was not a portrait of Ariston; it was a study for her Conquering Man, and she could not keep out of it the features of the one she loved.
"See," she said, pointing to the corner where the uncompleted busts were hidden, "they all look like him; even when I tried to model a face without a beard, expressly to escape this haunting thought, you can see it—somewhere in the brow," and she moved her hand over the brow. "At every attempt I make, something betrays me," and she sat down on a low chair and buried her face in her hands.
I stood by her, not daring to intrude; and presently she got up sadly and said:
"Yes, I shall go with you—anything to get away from it all"; and taking her cap from a peg, closed the window, locked the door, and joined me.
"I had half an idea," said I, as we moved toward the wood, "that you had a fancy for Cleon."
Anna smiled. "Cleon is a sweet boy and I am very fond of him; I suppose he thinks he is in love with me; but we are accustomed to these 'green and salad' loves; indeed, we are taught not to discourage them. It is good for a boy like Cleon to be in love with some one much older than himself that he can never marry; it keeps him out of mischief and does no one harm. One day he will reproach me and tell me I have encouraged him; I have not, you know, not the slightest; but he will say I have, and honestly think it for a few days; a little later he will get over it and be a good friend of mine to the end of my days."