"But you take time to go out?"
"Not much."
"I will not ask much. A little will do; and so much you owe to skyey influences. You will not refuse me that?"
"I will go, Dr. Harrison," Faith answered after an instant a little soberly. He rose up then; proposed to attend upon Mr. Linden, and they went up stairs together.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Faith was half ready to wish the next day might be rainy; but it rose fair and bright. She must go to walk, probably; and visiters might come. The only thing to be done was to despatch her ordinary duties as quick as possible, prepare her French exercise, and go to her teacher early. Which she did.
She came in with a face as bright as the day, although a little less ready to look in everybody's eyes. There were enough things ready for her. Lessons were pressed rather more steadily than usual, perhaps because they had been neglected a little for the last two days—or hindered; and it was not till one book and another had done its work, till the exercise was copied and various figure puzzles disposed of, that Mr. Linden told her he thought a talking exercise ought to come next,—if she had one ready he should like to have the benefit of it.
"You are tired, Mr. Linden!" said Faith quickly.
"You may begin by giving me the grounds of that conclusion."
"I don't know," she said half laughing,—"I don't see it; but that don't make me know. I was afraid you were tired with this work."