She said she would take me to a concert soon, but she has not been here for many days, I daresay she has forgotten all about it by this time." She sighs.

The charming face so near the professor's is looking sad again.

The white brow is puckered, the soft lips droop.

No, she cannot stay _here_, that is certain--and yet it was her father's wish, and who is he, the professor, that he should pretend to know how girls should be treated?
What if he should make a mistake?
And yet again, should a little brilliant face like that know sadness?
It is a problem difficult to solve.

All the professor's learning fails him now.
"I hope she will remember.