I hated my last but one governess for a while--because she told lies and was mean and she had the power to keep me in.

But once I reasoned about it, I grew quite indifferent and she had no effect upon me at all." "You have not had time to reason about me," returned John Derringham, "but it is something that you don't hate me; I ought to feel pleased." "I do not know that there is occasion for that," Halcyone remarked, "it is all a level thing which does not matter.

You are Mr.Carlyon's guest and I expect will be staying some time--" "So you will have to put up with me!" and John Derringham laughed, furious now with himself for his increasing irritation.
"I must be going," Halcyone then announced and got up from her chair--"and I will tell my aunts that they may expect you to-morrow night," she continued, addressing Mr.Carlyon.
He rose and prepared to accompany her down the garden.

She bowed to John Derringham with quiet dignity as he still lay on the ground and walked on by the side of her Professor without further words.
"You don't like my old pupil, Halcyone ?" Mr.Carlyon said when they got to the gap in the hedge.

"Tell me, what do you see at the other side of his head ?" "Himself," was all she answered as she bounded lightly away laughing, and was soon lost to view in the copse beyond.
And Cheiron, considerably amused, returned to his prostrate guest to find him with a frown upon his face.
"I hope to goodness, Master, you won't bore me with that brat while I am here," he exclaimed, "chattering aphorisms like a parrot.