Almost--perhaps not quite! That accusation about wishing to keep her locked up forever with Miss Majendie is so manifestly unjust that he takes it hardly.

Has he not spent all this past week striving to open a way of escape for her from the home she so detests! But, after all, how could she know that?
"You have misunderstood me," says he calmly, gravely.

"Far from wishing you to deny yourself this concert, I am glad--glad from my _heart_--that you are going to it--that some small pleasure has fallen into your life.
Your aunt's home is an unhappy one for you, I know, but you should remember that even if--if you have got to stay with her until you become your own mistress, still that will not be forever." "No, I shall not stay there forever," says she slowly.

"And so--you really think----" she is looking very earnestly at him.
"I do, indeed.

Go out--go everywhere--enjoy yourself, child, while you can." He lifts his hat and walks away.
"Who was that, dear ?" asks Mrs.Constans, a pretty pale woman, rushing out of the shop and into the carriage.
"My guardian--Mr.Curzon." "Ah!" glancing carelessly after the professor's retreating figure.