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"Yes, he knows rather more than you do as yet," the Professor allowed.
"Perhaps you will not like him; he can be quite disagreeable when he
wishes--and he may not like you."
Halcyone's dark brows met.
"If he is someone for whom you have a regard he must be of those who
count. I shall be angry then, if he dislikes me--is he coming soon?"
"On Monday, by the four o'clock train."
"Our lesson will be over--that is something. You will not want me on
Tuesday, I expect?" and a note of regret grew in her voice.
"I thought you might have a holiday for a while, all pupils have
holidays in the summer," the Professor returned.
"Very well," was all she said, and then was quiet for a time, thinking
the matter over. She wished to hear more of this visitor who was going
to interrupt their pleasant intercourse.
"Of what sort is he?" she asked presently. "A hunter like Meleager--or
cunning like Theseus--or noble like Perseus, whom I love best of all?"
"He is not very Greek to look at, I am afraid, except perhaps in his
length of limb," and the Professor smiled.


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