"Yes, I am."
"You did not use it."
"Well I have not grown cowardly," said Eleanor; "but I am afraid of mounting Tippoo; and what I am afraid of, Mr. Carlisle, I will not do."
"Just the reverse maxim from that which I should have expected from you. Do you say your friend there is going to the South Seas?"
"Mr. Rhys?" said Eleanor, turning her face full upon him.
"If that is his name—yes. Why does he not stick to tutoring?"
"Does anybody stick to tutoring that can help it?"
"I should think not; but then as a tutor he would be in the way of better things; he could mount to something higher."
"I believe he has some expectation of that sort in going to the
Pacific," said Eleanor. She spoke it with a most commonplace coolness.
"Seems a very roundabout road to promotion," said Mr. Carlisle, watching Eleanor's hand and stealthily her face; "but I suppose he knows best. Your friend is not a Churchman, is he?"