CHAPTER VIII.
"The house of everyone is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence as for his repose." "She's upstairs still," cries he in a frenzied tone.

"She says she has come _for ever_.

That she will not go away.

She doesn't understand.
Great Heaven! What I am to do ?" "She ?" says Hardinge, who really in turn grows petrified for the moment--_only_ for the moment.
"That girl! My ward! All women are _demons_!" says the professor bitterly, with tragic force.

He pauses as if exhausted.
"_Your_ demon is a pretty specimen of her kind," says Hardinge, a little frivolously under the circumstances it must be confessed.