"At least you will think so," he added, looking half playful and half wistful.
Cornelia brought her lips into a pout, all ready to say, "what ?" but did not say it, and gazed at her father with round, interrogating eyes.
"You'd be very glad to go away and leave me, of course," continued the professor, assuming an air of studied unconcern.
"Papa!" exclaimed the young lady, with an emphatic intonation of affection, indignation, and bewilderment.
"What! not be glad to go to New York, and to all the fashionable watering-places, and be introduced to all the best society ?" queried the old gentleman, in hypocritical astonishment.
"Papa!" again exclaimed the young lady; but this time in a tone which the tumult of delight, anticipation, and a fear lest there should be a mistake somewhere, softened almost into a whisper.

She had risen from the arm of the chair to her feet, and stood with her hands clasped together beneath her chin.
The professor laughed a short and rather unnatural laugh.

"I thought you wouldn't be obstinate about it, when you came to think it over," said he, dryly.

He folded up his spectacles and put them back in his waistcoat pocket with, unusual elaboration of manner.

"So you would really like to have a change, would you?
Well, I trust you will not be disappointed in your expectations of society and watering-places.