A bright beautiful smile broke over his strongly marked features, and I
felt as if a gleam of sunlight had shone for an instant over my pathway.
Taking my hand in his, he bade Jessie leave us, as he wished to see me
alone. She started to obey, but ere she reached the door, she turned
back and asking him to stoop down, whispered in his ear, loudly enough
for me to hear, “I want you to like her.”
“Of course I shall,” he replied, and again that smile broke over his
face.
I did not expect him to recognize me, for with the exception of the
night at the theatre he had never fairly seen my features, and still I
was conscious of a feeling of disappointment when I saw that he
evidently had no suspicion of ever having met me before. When I spoke,
however, and he heard the sound my voice, he started and looked me more
fully in the face; but whatever his thoughts might have been, he seemed
to be satisfied that he was mistaken, and seating himself at my side, he
commenced conversing with me as familiarly as if he had known me all my
life. Gradually our conversation turned upon _books_, and ere I was
aware of it I passed through what I now know to have been a pretty
thorough examination of all the branches which Mrs. Lansing had wished
me to teach, but so adroitly was the whole thing managed that it seemed
like a quiet, pleasant talk, though I _did_ wonder at his asking so many
questions. _French_, was the last subject discussed, and here I was at
fault, for my pronunciation I well knew was bad, although Mr. Delafield,
who was himself a fine French scholar, told me it was quite as good as
the majority of the Americans who had neither lived in Paris, nor had
the advantage of a native teacher.
“You play, I believe. I would like to hear you,” he said at last, laying
his hand on my shoulder, as if he would lead me to the parlor.
Instantly the blood rushed to my face, for since the night of my
disgrace I had not touched the piano, neither did I wish to again. So I
tried to excuse myself, and when he insisted, I finally said, with my
eyes full of tears, “Please excuse me, sir, for I can’t play. I failed
before your sister, and I shall do the same before you.”
“No you won’t,” he replied, at the same time drawing my arm within his
and leading me towards the door. “You have nothing to fear, Miss Lee,
and if you acquit yourself half as creditably here as you have
elsewhere, I shall be satisfied.”
A faint perception of the truth began to dawn upon me, and I looked up
at him so earnestly that he stopped and smiling down upon me, said, “You
have taught a district school in New England, I believe?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“And you were examined, of course?”
“Yes, sir, and got a certificate, too,” I said eagerly.
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