"Of course I won't, my dear girl. In a little company of this sort there are sure to be small jars, but what I feel about your character is this--that there is nothing mean about you. You naturally have your faults. I could imagine, for instance, that you were exceedingly high-spirited--too high-spirited at times. I could also imagine that you yourself needed a little discipline in life." "I do," said Robina, suddenly. "I need everything--every sort of training. You don't know, you can't realise, what a wild sort of heart I have. It seems to be too difficult at times to control. I thought when I was at school, and when I was given the charge of Ralph, and when I won that dear pony, that I could never know unhappiness again; and then when you asked me here, I felt sure that I could never know unhappiness again." "And you did know it once again?" said Mr Durrant, looking kindly and yet with anxiety at the girl. "Yes," she said, nodding her head, and tears filling her eyes as she turned away. "Listen to me, Robina. There are some things about you that appeal to me very forcibly. I know you are not perfect. I have been to your home and have heard the opinion of your father and aunt, and of your mother with regard to you. They have given their true opinions. Your father admires those things in you which try your mother and aunt very much. But I, my dear child, take you on my own valuation. I see in you one inestimable quality. I do not believe under any circumstances you would tell me a lie. That, to me, is the unpardonable sin. A girl who could do anything deceitful would be an impossible companion for my little Ralph. I do not believe you would be that." Robina was quite silent. Her silence, and the extreme moodiness of her appearance, rather surprised Mr Durrant. "As a matter of fact," he said, after a moment's pause, "if I am to be able to carry out my plan, which I am exceedingly desirous to do, I shall have to choose between you and Harriet as a companion for my little boy. All my inclinations tend towards you, Robina; but, on the other hand, I have been speaking to Ralph, and Ralph seems to wish me to choose Harriet as his school-mother during the year of my absence. Now the wishes of so young a child cannot altogether guide me in this matter, and I do not mean to come to a decision for at least a week on the subject. During that time, I shall watch you both--not obtrusively in any way, but still with a keen observation, for a great deal depends on the choice which I am forced to make. I am, to tell you the truth, a good deal puzzled at Ralph's preference for Harriet, and feel, without being able to lay my hand on the mystery, that there is a mystery with regard to it, and that Harriet has a power over him which I am not permitted to know anything about." Mr Durrant paused and looked at Robina. She was quite silent.