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Updated: June 21, 2025
The old man was coming round from the back of the house to meet them. "Don't I what?" he asked. "You said you wanted to see Professor Renmark when Margaret told you what Yates had said to her about him." Renmark reddened slightly at finding so many people had made him the subject of conversation, rather suspecting at the same time that the boy was making fun of him. Mr.
"Renmark," said Yates, looking at him with a smile, "you are making a thoroughly British mistake." "What do you mean? I haven't spoken." "No, but I see it in your eye. You are underestimating the enemy. You think this pretty company is going to walk over that body of unkempt tramps we saw in the woods this morning." "I do indeed, if the tramps wait to be walked over which I very much doubt."
Had he described his feelings to Yates, who was an expert in many matters, he would perhaps have learned that he was in love; but Renmark was a reticent man, not much given either to introspection or to being lavish with his confidences. As to Margaret, who can plummet the depth of a young girl's regard until she herself gives some indication?
I have before now felt the tap of a lady's fan in admonition, but never in my life have I met a gentle reproof that felt so much like a censure from the paw of our friend Tom Sayers." Renmark said with some severity that he hoped Yates would not forget that he was, in a measure, a guest of his neighbors. "Oh, that's all right," said Yates. "If you have any spare sympathy to bestow, keep it for me.
You're not married, I take it, or you wouldn't have responded to my invitation so promptly." The professor shook his head. "Neither am I. You never had the courage to propose to a girl; and I never had the time." "Lack of self-conceit was not your failing in the old days, Richard," said Renmark quietly. Yates laughed. "Well, it didn't hold me back any, to my knowledge.
If I were you, I'd have a nap. You look tired out." "I am," said the professor. Renmark intended to lie down for a few moments until Yates was clear of the camp, after which he determined to pay a visit; but Nature, when she got him locked up in sleep, took her revenge.
Renmark, for R. Yates. That will give it a sort of official, medical-bulletin look. I wish I had thought of that when the other boy was here. Tell him I'm lying down." He flung himself into the hammock, and Renmark, after a moment's hesitation, walked toward the boy at the fence, who had repeated his question in a louder voice.
"Fall back, there!" cried the officer to Renmark. "May I march along with them? or can you give me a gun, and let me take part?" "No," said the officer with some hauteur; "this is no place for civilians."
Two or three more of the university students recognized Renmark, and, pushing up to him, greeted him warmly. He was evidently a favorite with his class. Among others young Howard pressed forward. "It is nonsense," he cried, "talking about sending Professor Renmark to jail! He is no more a Fenian than Governor-General Monck. We'll all go bail for the professor." The officer wavered.
Renmark, seeing this retreat, regretted he had not accepted Mrs. Bartlett's invitation. He was a sensitive man, and did not realize that others were sometimes as shy as himself. He felt he was intruding, and that at a sacred moment the moment of the arrival of the library.
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