Weyburn puzzled over the mystery of so volatile a treatment of a serious matter, on the part of a woman whose feelings he had reason to know were quick and deep. She might be acting, as women so cleverly do. It could hardly be acting when she pointed to peeps of scenery, with a just eye for landscape. 'You leave us for Switzerland very soon?' she said. 'The Reversion I have been expecting has fallen in, besides my inheritance. My mother was not to see the school. But I shall not forget her counsels. I can now make my purchase of the house and buildings, and buy out my partner at the end of a year. My boys are jumping to start. I had last week a letter from Emile.' 'Dear little Emile!' 'You like him?' 'I could use a warmer word. He knew me when I was a girl.' She wound the strings of his heart suddenly tense, and they sang to their quivering. 'You will let me hear of you, Mr. Weyburn?' 'I will write. Oh! certainly I will write, if I am told you are interested in our doings, Lady Ormont.' 'I will let you know that I am.' 'I shall be happy in writing full reports.' 'Every detail, I beg. All concerning the school. Help me to feel I am a boarder. I catch up an old sympathy I had for girls and boys. For boys! any boys! the dear monkey boys! cherub monkeys! They are so funny. I am sure I never have laughed as I did at Selina Collett's report, through her brother, of the way the boys tried to take to my name; and their sneezing at it, like a cat at a deceitful dish. "Aminta"--was that their way?' 'Something--the young rascals!' 'But please repeat it as you heard them.' '" Aminta."' He subdued the mouthing. 'It didn't, offend me at all. It is one of my amusements to think of it. But after a time they liked the name; and then how did they say it?' He had the beloved Aminta on his lips. He checked it, or the power to speak it failed. She drew in a sharp breath. 'I hope your boys will have plenty of fun in them. They will have you for a providence and a friend. I should wish to propose to visit your school some day. You will keep me informed whether the school has vacancies. You will, please, keep me regularly informed?' She broke into sobs. Weyburn talked on of the school, for a cover to the resuming of her fallen mask, as he fancied it. She soon recovered, all save a steady voice for converse, and begged him to proceed, and spoke in the flow of the subject; but the quaver of her tones was a cause of further melting. The tears poured, she could not explain why, beyond assuring him that they were no sign of unhappiness. Winds on the great waters against a strong tidal current beat up the wave and shear and wing the spray, as in Aminta's bosom. Only she could know that it was not her heart weeping, though she had grounds for a woman's weeping. But she alone could be aware of her heart's running counter to the tears.