"
Edith sighed. She contemplated the tips of her shoes for some moments.
"I do seem to be in trouble to-day," she remarked,--"first with Mr.
Burton and then with you."
The professor turned unsympathetically away.
"You know perfectly well how to keep out of it," he said, making his way
toward the house.
"Between you both," Edith continued, "I really am having rather a hard
time. This is the last straw of all. I am deprived of my young man
now, just to please you."
"He isn't a young man," Burton contradicted.
Edith clasped her hands behind her head and looked fixedly up at the
blue sky.
"Never mind his age," she murmured. "He is really very nice."
"I've seen his photograph in the drawing-room," Burton reminded her.
Edith frowned.
"He is really much better looking than that," she said with emphasis.
"It is perhaps as well," Burton retorted, "especially if he is in the
habit of going about unattended."
Edith ignored his last speech altogether. "Mr. Bomford is also," she
went on, "extremely pleasant and remarkably well-read. His manners are
charming."
"I am sorry you are missing him so much," Burton said.
"A girl," Edith declared, with her head in the air, "naturally misses
the small attentions to which she is accustomed from her fiance.
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