Sorell smiled.
“I hope you’re going to be happy here!” he said earnestly.
“I shall be happy enough—if I don’t quarrel with Aunt Ellen!”
“Don’t quarrel with anybody! Call me in, before you do. And do make friends with your uncle. He is delightful.”
“Yes, but far too busy for the likes of me. Oh, I dare say I shall keep out of mischief.”
But he thought he detected in her tone a restlessness, a forlornness, which pained him.
“Why not take up some study—some occupation? Learn something—go in for Honours!” he said, laughing.
She laughed too, but with a very decided shake of the head. Then she turned upon him suddenly.
“But there is something I should like to learn! Papa began to teach me. I should like to learn Greek.”
“Bravo!” he said, with a throb of pleasure. “And take me for a teacher!”