“Because, I suppose, our certainty is certainty only for ourselves. If you have found some such conviction to guide you in this wild world, you are very fortunate. We need all our courage and our strength——”
“And just a little more,” Hadria added.
“Yes; sometimes just a little more, to save us from its worst pitfalls.”
It struck both Hadria and her sister that the Professor was looking very ill and worn this evening.
“You are always giving help and sympathy to others, and you never get any yourself!” Hadria exclaimed.
But the Professor laughed, and asserted that he was being spoilt at Craddock Dene. They had risen, and were strolling down the yew avenue. A little star had twinkled out.
“I am very glad to have Professor Fortescue’s opinion of your composition, Hadria. I was talking to him about you, and he quite agrees with me.”
“What? that I ought to——?”
“That you ought not to go on as you are going on at present.”
“But that is so vague.”