"But why this change in your views?"
"I was brave—yes, I think I was; now I am afraid."
"Afraid! You have not the face of a coward."
"I am afraid," continued Christian.
"You would rather the thing was unknown, buried, forgotten?"
"You told the school that I was unavoidably detained: let them continue to believe this."
"But you are not happy."
"Cowards are never happy. May I say good-night now, Miss Peacock?"
Miss Peacock drew the young girl towards her.