CHAPTER XXXIV. AN EXPOSTULATION.
Neither of the ladies came to me the next morning. As far as my work was concerned, I was in considerably less need of their assistance, for it lay only between two rooms opening into each other. Nor did I feel any great disappointment, for so long as a man has something to do, expectation is pleasure enough, and will continue such for a long time. It is those who are unemployed to whom expectation becomes an agony. I went home to my solitary dinner almost resolved to return to my original plan of going only in the afternoons.
I was not thoroughly in love with Clara; but it was certainly the hope of seeing her, and not the pleasure of handling the dusty books, that drew me back to the library that afternoon. I had got rather tired of the whole affair in the morning. It was very hot, and the dust was choking, and of the volumes I opened as they passed through my hands, not one was of the slightest interest to me. But for the chance of seeing Clara I should have lain in the grass instead.
No one came. I grew weary, and for a change retreated into the armoury. Evidently, not the slightest heed was paid to the weapons now, and I was thinking with myself that, when I had got the books in order, I might give a few days to furbishing and oiling them, when the door from the gallery opened, and Clara entered.
‘What! a truant?’ she said.
‘You take accusation at least by the forelock, Clara. Who is the real truant now—if I may suggest a mistake?’
‘I never undertook anything. How many guesses have you made as to the cause of your desertion to-day?’
‘Well, three or four.’
‘Have you made one as to the cause of Miss Brotherton’s graciousness to you yesterday?’
‘At least I remarked the change.’