“Of nothing, thank you,” answered and interrupted Hugh. “It is time for me
to be going. Indeed, I fear I have stayed too long already. Good night,
Herr von Funkelstein.”
“You will allow me the honour of returning your visit?”
Hugh felt he could do no less, although he had not the smallest desire to
keep up the acquaintance. He wrote Arnstead on his card.
As he left the house, he stumbled over something in the court. Looking
down, he saw it was a cat, apparently dead.
“Can it be the cat Herr Funkelstein made the pass at?” thought he. But
presently he forgot all about it, in the visions of Euphra which filled
his mind during his moonlight walk home. It just occurred to him, however,
before those visions had blotted everything else from his view, that he
had learned simply nothing whatever about biology from his late host.
When he reached home, he was admitted by the butler, and retired to bed at
once, where he slept soundly, for the first time for many nights.
But, as he drew near his own room, he might have seen, though he saw not,
a little white figure gliding away in the far distance of the long
passage. It was only Harry, who could not lie still in his bed, till he
knew that his big brother was safe at home.
CHAPTER XV. ANOTHER EVENING LECTURE.
This Eneas is come to Paradise Out of the swolowe of Hell.
CHAUCER.—Legend of Dido.
The next day, Hugh was determined to find or make an opportunity of
speaking to Euphra; and fortune seemed to favour him.—Or was it
Euphra herself, in one or other of her inexplicable moods? At all events,
she had that morning allowed the ladies and her uncle to go without her;
and Hugh met her as he went to his study.
“May I speak to you for one moment?” said he, hurriedly, and with
trembling lips.
“Yes, certainly,” she replied with a smile, and a glance in his face as of
wonder as to what could trouble him so much. Then turning, and leading the
way, she said:
“Come into my room.”
He followed her. She turned and shut the door, which he had left open
behind him. He almost knelt to her; but something held him back from that.
“Euphra,” he said, “what have I done to offend you?”
“Offend me! Nothing.”—This was uttered in a perfect tone of
surprise.
“How is it that you avoid me as you do, and will not allow me one moment’s
speech with you? You are driving me to distraction.”
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