Your aunt has acquaintances.
They--surely they will call; they will see you--they----" "Will take an overwhelming fancy to me?
just as you have done," says she, with a quick, rather curious light in her eyes, and a tilting of her pretty chin.

"There! _go,"_ says she, "I have some work to do; and you have your classes.

It would never do for you to miss _them._ And as for next week!--make it next month! I wouldn't for the world be a trouble to you in any way." "I shall come next week," says the professor, troubled in somewise by the meaning in her eyes.

What is it?
Simple loneliness, or misery downright?
How young she looks--what a child! That tragic air does not belong to her of right.

She should be all laughter, and lightness, and mirth---- "As you will," says she; her tone has grown almost haughty; there is a sense of remorse in his breast as he goes down the stairs.