“I have hope in Mrs. Rook,” Alban answered. “I see I surprise you; but I really mean what I say. Sir Jervis’s housekeeper is an excitable woman, and she is fond of wine. There is always a weak side in the character of such a person as that. If we wait for our chance, and turn it to the right use when it comes, we may yet succeed in making her betray herself.” Emily listened to him in bewilderment. “You talk as if I was sure of your help in the future,” she said. “Have you forgotten that I leave school to-day, never to return? In half an hour more, I shall be condemned to a long journey in the company of that horrible creature--with a life to look forward to, in the same house with her, among strangers! A miserable prospect, and a hard trial of a girl’s courage--is it not, Mr. Morris?” “You will at least have one person, Miss Emily, who will try with all his heart and soul to encourage you.” “What do you mean?” “I mean,” said Alban, quietly, “that the Midsummer vacation begins to-day; and that the drawing-master is going to spend his holidays in the North.” Emily jumped up from her chair. “You!” she exclaimed. “_You_ are going to Northumberland? With me?” “Why not?” Alban asked. “The railway is open to all travelers alike, if they have money enough to buy a ticket.” “Mr. Morris! what _can_ you be thinking of? Indeed, indeed, I am not ungrateful. I know you mean kindly--you are a good, generous man. But do remember how completely a girl, in my position, is at the mercy of appearances. You, traveling in the same carriage with me! and that woman putting her own vile interpretation on it, and degrading me in Sir Jervis Redwood’s estimation, on the day when I enter his house! Oh, it’s worse than thoughtless--it’s madness, downright madness.” “You are quite right,” Alban gravely agreed, “it _is_ madness. I lost whatever little reason I once possessed, Miss Emily, on the day when I first met you out walking with the young ladies of the school.” Emily turned away in significant silence. Alban followed her. “You promised just now,” he said, “never to think unjustly of me again. I respect and admire you far too sincerely to take a base advantage of this occasion--the only occasion on which I have been permitted to speak with you alone. Wait a little before you condemn a man whom you don’t understand. I will say nothing to annoy you--I only ask leave to explain myself. Will you take your chair again?” She returned unwillingly to her seat. “It can only end,” she thought, sadly, “in my disappointing him!” “I have had the worst possible opinion of women for years past,” Alban resumed; “and the only reason I can give for it condemns me out of my own mouth. I have been infamously treated by one woman; and my wounded self-esteem has meanly revenged itself by reviling the whole sex. Wait a little, Miss Emily. My fault has received its fit punishment. I have been thoroughly humiliated--and _you_ have done it.” “Mr. Morris!”