5/18 "Even _'without _the title, he is worthy of esteem.'" She copies him audaciously. "What has a title got to do with esteem ?--and what has esteem got to do with love ?" "I should hope----" begins the professor. It has nothing to do with it, nothing _at all._ Go back and tell Mr.Hardinge so; and tell him, too, that when next he goes a-wooing, he had better do it in person." "I am afraid I have damaged my mission," says the professor, who has never once looked at her since his first swift glance. It was mere nervousness that prevented him coming to you first himself. He said he had little to go on, and he said something about a flower that you gave him----" Perpetua makes a rapid movement toward a side table, takes a flower from a bouquet there, and throws it at the professor. |