CHAPTER XIV.
Mr.Regulus still called me "child." We had quite a scene in the academy one day after the school was dismissed, and I was preparing as usual to return home.
"Will you give me a few moments' conversation, Miss Gabriella ?" said he, clearing his throat with one of those hems which once sounded so awful.
He looked awkward and disconcerted, while my face flushed with trepidation.

Had I been guilty of any omitted duty or committed offence?
Had I suffered an error on the blackboard to pass unnoticed, or allowed a mistake in grammar to be unconnected?
What _had_ I done?
I stood nervously pulling the fingers of my gloves, waiting for him to commence the conversation he had sought.

Another hem!--then he moved the inkstand about a foot further from him, for he was standing close to his desk, as if to gather round him every imposing circumstance, then he took up the ruler and measured it with his eye, run his finger along the edge, as if it were of razor sharpness.
"Is he going to punish me ?" thought I."It looks ominous." I would not assist him by one word; but maintaining a provoking silence, took up a pair of compasses and made a circle on the green cloth that covered the desk.
"Miss Gabriella," at length he said, "you must forgive me for taking the liberty of an old friend.

Nothing but the most disinterested regard for your--your reputation--could induce me to mention a subject--so--so very--very peculiar." "Good Heavens!" I exclaimed, "my reputation, Mr.Regulus ?" I felt the blood bubbling like boiling water, up into my cheek.
"I do not wish to alarm or distress you," he continued, becoming more self-possessed, as my agitation increased.

"You know a young girl, left without her natural guardians, especially if she is so unfortunate as to be endowed with those charms which too often attract the shafts of envy and stir up the venom of malice,"-- "Mr.Regulus!" I interrupted, burning with impatience and indignation, "tell me what you mean.