It was a sense of duty--I know, I _feel_--compelled him to do it, together with his honest diffidence about your affection for him.

Do not let pride stand in the way of----" "Nonsense!" says Perpetua, with a rapid movement of her hand.

"Pride has no part in it.

I do not care for Mr.Hardinge--I shall not marry him." A little mist seems to gather before the professor's eyes.

His glasses seem in the way, he drops them, and now stands gazing at her as if disbelieving his senses.