The Professor felt it was one
of deep religious solemnity to his little friend, and had waited until
she herself should feel he was worthy of her complete confidence.
"She speaks to me more than ever," Halcyone continued. "I took her out
in the moonlight on Thursday night, and she seemed to look more lovely
than before. It has pleased her that I call her Aphrodite--it was
certainly her name."
"It is settled, then," said Cheiron, "at five o'clock I will be upon the
terrace."
Halcyone returned to her grammar, and silence obtained between them.
Then presently Mr. Carlyon spoke.
"I am going to have a visitor for a week or perhaps more," he announced.
A startled pair of eyes looked up at him.
"That seems odd," Halcyone said. "I hope whoever it is will not be much
in our way. I do not think I am glad--are you?"
"Yes, I am glad. It is someone for whom I have a great regard," and Mr.
Carlyon knocked the ashes from his long pipe. "It is a young man who
used to be at Oxford and to whom also I taught Greek."
"Then he will know a great deal more than I do, being older," returned
Halcyone, not at all mollified by this information.
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