"Is it the bishop's daughter?"
William shook his head. "She seems to be quite as far removed from me."
"Come, I must know. Who is it?"
"It is impossible that I can tell you, sir."
"I must know. I don't think I have ever asked you in vain, since the time when, a boy, you confessed your thoughts about the found shilling. Secrets from me! I will know, William!"
William did not answer. The upper part of his face was concealed by his hand; but Mr. Ashley marked the sweet smile that played around his mouth.
"Come, I will help you. Is it the charming Dobbs?"
Amused, he took his hand from his face. "Well, sir—no."
"It cannot be Charlotte East; because she is married."
William seemed as impervious as ever. The master suddenly laid his hand upon his shoulder, and confronted him face to face.