You shall not be my pupil nor my disciple, but--well--because you have told me so much, and I seem to have known you so long, and, besides, because you must never feel ashamed of having told me so much, you shall come, if you please, as my brother." It was not till afterward that she reflected on the vast responsibilities she incurred in making this proposal, and on the eagerness with which her pupil accepted it.
"As your brother!" he cried, offering her his hand.

"Why, it is far--far more than I could have ventured to hope.

Yes, I will come as your brother.

And now, although you know so much about me, you have told me nothing about yourself--not even your name." "My name is Iris Aglen." "Iris! It is a pretty name!" "It was, I believe, my grandmother's.

But I never saw her, and I do not know who or what my father's relations are." "Iris Aglen!" he repeated.