He is staring at her.

He is beginning to feel a little forlorn.

He has forgotten youth for many days, has youth in revenge forgotten him?
"That is taking off a clear hundred all at once," says she lightly.

"No small amount." Here, as if noticing his silence, she looks quickly at him, and perhaps something in his face strikes her, because she goes on hurriedly.

"Oh! and what is age after all?
I wish _I_ were old, and then I should be able to get away from Aunt Jane--without--without any _trouble_." "I am afraid you are indeed very unhappy here," says the professor gravely.
"I _hate_ the place," cries she with a frown.