human
Miss Morton, where is your tongue? I have not heard it for a quarter of an hour, a miracle that has never happened in the two months I have been at the Beeches.
gpt
You do not want to hear it.
human
What! am I in _mauvais odeur_ again? smiled Keane.
gpt
I thought we were good friends. Have you found the Q. E. D. to the problem I gave you?
human
To be sure!
gpt
You are a good child, said her tutor, smiling, in himself amazed at this volatile little thing's capacity for mathematics.
human
I think you will be able to take your degree, if you like. Come, do you hate me now, Fay?
gpt
No, said Fay, a little shyly.
human
I never hated you, I always admired you; but I was afraid of you, though I would never confess it to Sydie.
gpt
Never be afraid of me, said Keane, putting his hand on hers as it lay on the arm of his chair.
human
You have no cause. You can do things few girls can; but they are pretty in you, where they might be--not so pretty in others. _I_ like them at the least. You are very fond of your cousin, are you not?
gpt
Of Sydie? Oh, I love him dearly!
human
God bless my soul, Keane, how warm it is! Confoundedly hot without one's hat, I can tell you. Had my walk all for nothing, too. That cursed little idiot wasn't trespassing after all. Stephen had set him to spud out the daisies, and I'd thrashed the boy before I'd listen to him. Devil take him!