"He would not dare to approach a young, innocent girl.

The most honorable proposal such a man as he could make to her would be basely dishonorable." "Ah! you see it in that light too," says Hardinge, with a touch of relief.

"My dear fellow, it is hard for me to discuss him with you, but yet I fear it must be done.

Did you notice nothing in his manner last night ?" Yes, the professor _had_ noticed something.

Now there comes back to him that tall figure stooping over Perpetua, the handsome, leering face bent low--the girl's instinctive withdrawal.
"Something must be done," says he.
"Yes.