neither was crushed nor elated by her lands and gold; I thought not of them, cared not for them: they were nothing: dross that could not dismay me. I saw only herself; her young, beautiful form; the grace, the majesty, the modesty of her girlhood.
"'My pupil,' I said.
"'My master,' was the low answer.
"'I have a thing to tell you.'
"She waited with declined brow, and ringlets drooped.
"'I have to tell you, that for four years you have been growing into your tutor's heart, and that you are rooted there now. I have to declare that you have bewitched me, in spite of sense and experience, and difference of station and estate: you have so looked, and spoken, and moved; so shown me your faults and your virtues—beauties rather; they are hardly so stern as virtues,—that I love you—love you with my life and strength. It is out now.'
"She sought what to say, but could not find a word: she tried to rally; but vainly. I passionately repeated that I loved her.
"'Well, Mr. Moore, what then?' was the answer I got; uttered in a tone that would have been petulant, if it had not faltered.
"'Have you nothing to say to me? Have you no love for me?'
"'A little bit.'
"'I am not to be tortured: I will not even play at present.'
"'I don't want to play: I want to go.'
"'I wonder you dare speak of going at this
