Emily's impulse was to avoid the drawing-master for the second time.The moment afterward,a kinder feeling prevailed.The farewell interview with Cecilia had left influences which pleaded for Alban Morris.It was the day of parting good wishes and general separations:he had only perhaps come to say good-by.She advanced to offer her hand,when he stopped her by pointing to Sir Jervis Redwood's card.
"May I say a word,Miss Emily,about that woman?"he asked "Do you mean Mrs.Rook?""Yes.You know,of course,why she comes here?""She comes here by appointment,to take me to Sir Jervis Redwood's house.Are you acquainted with her?""She is a perfect stranger to me.I met her by accident on her way here.If Mrs.Rook had been content with asking me to direct her to the school,I should not be troubling you at this moment.
But she forced her conversation on me.And she said something which I think you ought to know.Have you heard of Sir Jervis Redwood's housekeeper before to-day?""I have only heard what my friend--Miss Cecilia Wyvil--has told me.""Did Miss Cecilia tell you that Mrs.Rook was acquainted with your father or with any members of your family?""Certainly not!"
Alban reflected."It was natural enough,"he resumed,"that Mrs.
Rook should feel some curiosity about You.What reason had she for putting a question to me about your father--and putting it in a very strange manner?"Emily's interest was instantly excited.She led the way back to the seats in the shade."Tell me,Mr.Morris,exactly what the woman said."As she spoke,she signed to him to be seated.
Alban observed the natural grace of her action when she set him the example of taking a chair,and the little heightening of her color caused by anxiety to hear what he had still to tell her.
Forgetting the restraint that he had hitherto imposed on himself,he enjoyed the luxury of silently admiring her.Her manner betrayed none of the conscious confusion which would have shown itself,if her heart had been secretly inclined toward him.She saw the man looking at her.In simple perplexity she looked at the man.
"Are you hesitating on my account?"she asked."Did Mrs.Rook say something of my father which I mustn't hear?""No,no!nothing of the sort!"
"You seem to be confused."
Her innocent indifference tried his patience sorely.His memory went back to the past time--recalled the ill-placed passion of his youth,and the cruel injury inflicted on him--his pride was roused.Was he making himself ridiculous?The vehement throbbing of his heart almost suffocated him.And there she sat,wondering at his odd behavior."Even this girl is as cold-blooded as the rest of her sex!"That angry thought gave him back his self-control.He made his excuses with the easy politeness of a man of the world.
