You know it now, if you didn't before." "It is you who know it--not I._Say it!_" says the professor, almost fiercely.

"It is about her ?" "Your ward?
Yes.

Your brother it seems has made his mind to bestow upon her his hand, his few remaining acres, and," with a sneer, "his spotless reputation." "_Hardinge!_" cries the professor, springing to his feet as if shot.

He is evidently violently agitated.

His companion mistakes the nature of his excitement.
"Forgive me!" says he quickly.