"I shouldn't think you were," said Christian.
"You look a very nice girl, dear—nice-looking, I mean—rather distinguished. Lavinia wouldn't like me to say anything of that kind, so I oughtn't to; but you really do. Now then, will you come in to the refectory, or will you have something brought up to your own room?"
"Oh, something in my room, please, if it isn't too much trouble," said Christian.
"Trouble, dear? Whenever did Jessie find anything a trouble? It is her business to do this sort of thing if it adds to the happiness of anyone. We will go straight upstairs, then; you won't want to see any of your companions to-night?"
"I think not."
Miss Jessie paused. It seemed to Christian as they were walking up the low, softly carpeted stairs, and down first one long corridor and then another, that there was a murmuring sound as though of bees. She could not make out if it was caused by the Atlantic or by voices.
"They are anxious to see you. They begged and implored of me; but you shall have your way."
"I would much rather not see anybody but you until to-morrow."
"You dear child, you shan't be crossed. But just one moment."