The color mounts to his brow.
He almost _shakes_ off the little clinging fingers in his astonishment and agitation.

Has she no common sense--no knowledge of the things that be?
She has drawn back from him and is regarding him somewhat strangely.
"Impossible to leave Aunt Jane ?" questions she.

It is evident she has not altogether understood, and yet is feeling puzzled.

"Well," defiantly, "we shall see!" _"Why_ don't you like your Aunt Jane ?" asks the professor distractedly.

He doesn't feel nearly as fond of his dead friend as he did an hour ago.
"Because," lucidly, "she _is_ Aunt Jane.