"Your very appearance to-night is strange to me, and now your sentiments! No, I shall not be swayed by you.

Good-night, good-bye!" She smiles at him in the same sorrowful little way, and takes a step or two forward.
"Perpetua," says the professor sternly, "before you go, you must listen to me.

You said just now you would not hear me lie to you--you shall hear only the truth.

Whoever told you that I hated you is the most unmitigated liar on record!" Perpetua rubs her fan up and down against her cheek for a little bit.
"Well--I'm glad you don't hate me," says she, "but still I'm a worry.

Never mind,"-- sighing--"I daresay I shan't be so for long." "You mean ?" asks the professor anxiously.
"Nothing--nothing at all.