I was amused, yet I was annoyed, at Harry's appearance and manner. He was more than constrained, he was embarrassed, one moment cordial, the other, cold and repellant, and though he submitted to an affectionate greeting himself, it was in the proudest and briefest manner in the world that he introduced me. My new acquaintance was a middle-aged gentleman, abundantly bearded, with an immense cloak over his arm, and an odor of cigars about his whole person--but that odor of cigars was in the very atmosphere. I am sorry to confess that even Harry had it; and the Professor had bright, twinkling, sensible eyes, and his face, though it was large and sallow, was good-humored and pleasant, so much as you could see of it, from its forest of hair. He did not look at all like a bore, and he spoke very good slow English, and I was surprised at Harry's dislike of him. He asked where we were living, and with a very bad grace Harry told him; then he volunteered to call on us. I had to answer myself that we would be glad to see him, for Harry did not say a word, and then he apologized for some immediate engagement he had, and went away. "He does not seem a bore," said I; "why did you run away from him, Harry? and if you only give him time enough, he speaks very good English. It is pleasant to hear some one speaking English. I hope he will come to-night." "O inconsistent womanhood!" said Harry, hiding a look of great annoyance under a smile, "how long is it since you told me that you liked to be isolated from all the world, and that it was very pleasant for two people to have a language all to themselves?" "That was a week ago," I said, "and I like it still, and yet I like to hear somebody speak English; why do not you like him? I think he looks very pleasant for a German. You ought to be glad to have some one else to speak to than always me." "Do you judge by yourself?" said Harry, smiling; "as for me, Hester, I am no more tired of our _tête-à-tête_ than I was the day we left Cambridge--so pray be thankful on your account and not mine." "Are you vexed, Harry?" asked I. "I am annoyed to have this presuming intruder thrust upon us," said Harry. "I know he is not easily discouraged, and I _did_ know him very well, and went to his house, so that I should not like quite to be rude to him; and foreigners are so ignorant of our English habits in England, our friend would not understand that people who have only been three weeks married, prefer their own society to anybody else; but everything is so different here." "Perhaps he does not know how short a time it is," said I, "but he called you Southcote, Harry; did you write to him, or how does he know?"