Mr. Digby thought of it a good deal. He was obliged to recognize the
fact, that this friendless child was pouring upon him all the affection
of a very passionate nature. Child, he called her in his thoughts, and
yet he knew quite well that the time was not distant when Rotha would be
a child no longer. And already she loved him with the intensity of a
concentrated power of loving. Certainly this was not what Mr. Digby
wished, or had in any wise contemplated as possible, and it seemed to him
both undesirable and inconvenient; and yet, it is sweet to be loved; and
he could not recall that intense look of devotion without a certain
thrill. Because of its beauty, he said to himself; but it was also
because of its significance. He read Rotha; he knew that she was one of
those natures which have a great tendency to concentration of affection;
with whom the flow of feeling is apt to be closed in to a narrow channel,
and in that channel to be proportionately sweeping and powerful. What
training could best be applied to correct this tendency, not happy for
the possessor, nor beneficent in its effects upon others? These are the
sort of natures that when untrained and ungoverned, use upon occasion the
dagger and the poison cup; or which even when not untrained are in
danger, in certain cases of shipwreck, of going to pieces altogether. In
danger at all times of unwise, inconsiderate acting; as when such a
stream meets with resistance and breaks its bounds, spreading waste and
desolation where it comes. Truly, he trusted that this little girl's
future might be so sheltered and cared for, that no such peril might
overtake her; but how could he know? What could he do? and what anyhow
was to be the outcome of all this? It was very pleasant to have her love
him, but he did not want her to love him too well. At any rate, _he_ could
not be her tutor permanently; he had something else to do, and if he had
not, the arrangement would be inadmissible. Mrs. Busby would return to
town in a few weeks, and then-- Yes, there was nothing else to do. Rotha
must go under her aunt's care, for the present. How would they agree? Mr.
Digby did not feel sure; he had an anticipation that the change would be
a sore trial to Rotha. But--it must be made.
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