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      “Well,” said Cashel, with a covert grin, “I would rather you came to me than to another professor; but I don’t think it would suit you. I should like to try my hand on your friend there. She’s stronger and straighter than nine out of ten men.”

      “You set a high value on physical qualifications then. So do I.”

      “Only from a practical point of view, mind you,” said Cashel, earnestly. “It isn’t right to be always looking at men and women as you would at horses. If you want to back them in a race or in a fight, that’s one thing; but if you want a friend or a sweetheart, that’s another.”

      “Quite so,” said Lydia, smiling. “You do not wish to commit yourself to any warmer feeling towards Miss Goff than a critical appreciation of her form and condition.”

      “Just that,” said Cashel, satisfied. “YOU understand me, Miss Carew. There are some people that you might talk to all day, and they’d be no wiser at the end of it than they were at the beginning. You’re not one of that sort.”

      “I wonder do we ever succeed really in communicating our thoughts to one another. A thought must take a new shape to fit itself into a strange mind. You, Mr. Professor, must have acquired special experience of the incommunicability of ideas in the course of your lectures and lessons.”

      Cashel looked uneasily at the water, and said in a lower voice, “Of course you may call me just whatever you like; but — if it’s all the same to you — I wish you wouldn’t call me professor.”

      “I have lived so much in countries where professors expect to be addressed by their titles on all occasions, that I may claim to be excused for having offended on that point. Thank you for telling me. But I am to blame for discussing science with you. Lord Worthington told us that you had come down here expressly to escape from it — to recruit yourself after an excess of work.”

      “It doesn’t matter,” said Cashel.

      “I have not done harm enough to be greatly concerned; but I will not offend again. To change the subject, let us look at Miss Goff’s sketch.”

      Miss Carew had hardly uttered this suggestion, when Cashel, in a businesslike manner, and without the slightest air of gallantry, expertly lifted her and placed her on her feet. This unexpected attention gave her a shock, followed by a thrill that was not disagreeable. She turned to him with a faint mantling on her cheeks. He was looking with contracted brows at the sky, as though occupied with some calculation.

      “Thank you,” she said; “but pray do not do that again. It is a little humiliating to be lifted like a child. You are very strong.”

      “There is not much strength needed to lift such a featherweight as you. Seven stone two, I should judge you to be, about. But there’s a great art in doing these things properly. I have often had to carry off a man of fourteen stone, resting him all the time as if he was in bed.”

      “Ah,” said Lydia; “I see you have had some hospital practice. I have often admired the skill with which trained nurses handle their patients.”

      Cashel made no reply, but, with a sinister grin, followed her to where Alice sat.

      “It is very foolish of me, I know,” said Alice, presently; “but I never can draw when any one is looking at me.”

      “You fancy that everybody is thinking about how you’re doing it,” said Cashel, encouragingly. “That’s always the way with amateurs. But the truth is that not a soul except yourself is a bit concerned about it. EX-cuse me,” he added, taking up the drawing, and proceeding to examine it leisurely.

      “Please give me my sketch, Mr. Byron,” she said, her cheeks red with anger. Puzzled, he turned to Lydia for an explanation, while Alice seized the sketch and packed it in her portfolio.

      “It is getting rather warm,” said Lydia. “Shall we return to the castle?”

      “I think we had better,” said Alice, trembling with resentment as she walked away quickly, leaving Lydia alone with Cashel, who presently exclaimed,

      “What in thunder have I done?”

      “You have made an inconsiderate remark with unmistakable sincerity.”

      “I only tried to cheer her up. She must have mistaken what I said.”

      “I think not. Do you believe that young ladies like to be told that there is no occasion for them to be ridiculously self-conscious?”

      “I say that! I’ll take my oath I never said anything of the sort.”

      “You worded it differently. But you assured her that she need not object to have her drawing overlooked, as it is of no importance to any one.”

      “Well, if she takes offence at that she must be a born fool. Some people can’t bear to be told anything. But they soon get all that thinskinned nonsense knocked out of them.”

      “Have you any sisters, Mr. Cashel Byron?”

      “No. Why?”

      “Or a mother?”

      “I have a mother; but I haven’t seen her for years; and I don’t much care if I never see her. It was through her that I came to be what I am.”

      “Are you then dissatisfied with your profession?”

      “No — I don’t mean that. I am always saying stupid things.”

      “Yes. That comes of your ignorance of a sex accustomed to have its silliness respected. You will find it hard to keep on good terms with my friend without some further study of womanly ways.”

      “As to her, I won’t give in that I’m wrong unless I AM wrong. The truth’s the truth.”

      “Not even to please Miss Goff?”

      “Not even to please you. You’d only think the worse of me afterwards.”

      “Quite true, and quite right,” said Lydia, cordially. “Goodbye, Mr. Cashel Byron. I must rejoin Miss Goff.”

      “I suppose you will take her part if she keeps a down on me for what I said to her.”

      “What is ‘a down’? A grudge?”

      “Yes. Something of that sort.”

      “Colonial, is it not?” pursued Lydia, with the air of a philologist.

      “Yes; I believe I picked it up in the colonies.” Then he added, sullenly, “I suppose I shouldn’t use slang in speaking to you. I beg your pardon.”

      “I do not object to it. On the contrary, it interests me. For example, I have just learned from it that you have been in Australia.”

      “So I have. But are you out with me because I annoyed Miss Goff?”

      “By no means. Nevertheless, I sympathize with her annoyance at the manner, if not the matter, of your rebuke.”

      “I can’t, for the life of me, see what there was in what I said to raise such a fuss about. I wish you would give me a nudge whenever you see me making a fool of myself. I will shut up at once and ask no questions.”

      “So that it will be understood that my nudge means ‘Shut up, Mr. Cashel Byron; you are making a fool of yourself’?”

      “Just so. YOU understand me. I told you that before, didn’t I?”

      “I am afraid,” said Lydia, her face bright with laughter, “that I cannot take charge of your manners until we are a little better acquainted.”

      He seemed disappointed. Then his face clouded; and he began, “If you regard it as a liberty—”

      “Of course I regard it as a liberty,” she said, neatly interrupting him. “Is not my own conduct a sufficient charge upon my attention? Why should I voluntarily assume that of a strong man and learned professor as well?”

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