“I hope so,” said Harry, in an aspiring tone, which greatly satisfied his tutor. The boy’s spirit was evidently reviving. Euphra must have managed him ill. Yet she was not in the least effeminate herself. It puzzled Hugh a good deal. But he did not think about it long; for Harry cantering away in front, he had an opportunity of saying to Euphra: “Are you offended with me, Miss Cameron?” “Offended with you! What do you mean? A girl like me offended with a man like you?” She looked two and twenty as she spoke; but even at that she was older than Hugh. He, however, certainly looked considerably older than he really was. “What makes you think so?” she added, turning her face towards him. “You would not speak to me when we came home yesterday.” “Not speak to you?—I had a little headache—and perhaps I was a little sullen, from having been in such bad company all the morning.” “What company had you?” asked Hugh, gazing at her in some surprise. “My own,” answered she, with a lovely laugh, thrown full in his face. Then after a pause: “Let me advise you, if you want to live in peace, not to embark on that ocean of discovery.” “What ocean? what discovery?” asked Hugh, bewildered, and still gazing. “The troubled ocean of ladies’ looks,” she replied. “You will never be able to live in the same house with one of our kind, if it be necessary to your peace to find out what every expression that puzzles you may mean.” “I did not intend to be inquisitive—it really troubled me.” “There it is. You must never mind us. We show so much sooner than men—but, take warning, there is no making out what it is we do show. Your faces are legible; ours are so scratched and interlined, that you had best give up at once the idea of deciphering them.” Hugh could not help looking once more at the smooth, simple, naïve countenance shining upon him. “There you are at it again,” she said, blushing a little, and turning her head away. “Well, to comfort you, I will confess I was rather cross yesterday—because—because you seemed to have been quite happy with only one of your pupils.” As she spoke the words, she gave Fatima the rein, and bounded off, overtaking Harry’s pony in a moment. Nor did she leave her cousin during all the rest of their ride.