Esther said, laughing, "You think you are to do everything. You don't know how clever I am. I mean to go on teaching a great many things."
"Teaching me?"
"Oh yes," she said, with a little toss; "I shall improve your French accent."
"You won't want me to wear a stock?" said Felix, with a defiant shake of the head.
"No; and you will not attribute stupid thoughts to me before I've uttered them."
They laughed merrily, each holding the other's arms, like girl and boy. There was the ineffable sense of youth in common.
Then Felix leaned forward, that their lips might meet again, and after that his eyes roved tenderly over her face and curls.
"I'm a rough, severe fellow, Esther. Shall you never repent?—never be inwardly reproaching me that I was not a man who could have shared your wealth? Are you quite sure?"
"Quite sure!" said Esther, shaking her head; "for then I should have honoured you less. I am weak—my husband must be greater and nobler than I am."
"O, I tell you what, though!" said Felix, starting
