I added no remark upon Mr. De Saussure's or his sisters' peculiar way of enjoying themselves.
"But you are uncommonly silent," he went on presently; - "triste, rêveuse. It is impossible not to suffer from it, - in one who values your words as much as I do."
"Why, I thought you were apt to look upon things from a different point of view, - not from mine," I said.
"I must be wrong then - always. Miss Randolph, you are of a gentle and kind disposition, - I wish you would be my Mentor!"
"I am not old enough to be Mentor," I said.
"To be mine! Yes, you are," he rejoined eagerly. "I would not have you a day older."
"I shall be that to-morrow," I said, laughing.
"But if you were mine," he said, changing his tone, "every day would only add to your power and your qualifications for doing me good. And I know that is what you love."
"I cannot see that I have done you the least good, so far, Mr.
De Saussure," I said, amused. "I think you must be mistaken."
"Will you try, Daisy?" he said insinuatingly, and stopping short in our walk.