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He has retired to the far-off lounge with a view to doing it as distantly as possible, but even this poor subterfuge fails him. Miss Wynter, picking up a milking-stool, advances leisurely towards him, and seating herself upon it just in front of him, crosses her hands over her knees and looks expectantly up at him with a charming smile. "Now we can have a good talk," says she.
He took pains to speak without hurry or excitement, but did not, perhaps, altogether succeed. "I must beg you to pardon me this intrusion," he said. "I hoped to have found Mr. Wynter at home, and I wished to ask him a question which I have no doubt you can answer equally well if you will be so good." "If it relates to business," Mrs. Wynter began, but Maurice interrupted,
It'll be the death of me," says the professor, mopping his brow. "What" wrathfully "that determined spendthrift meant, by flinging his family on my shoulders, I Oh! Poor old Wynter!" Here he grows remorseful again.
I think it must depend legally on the terms of your grandfather's will; but, in fact, I suppose George had the decision in his hands." After this they both looked anxiously for Mr. Wynter's answer. But before Mr. Wynter had time to reply. indeed, by the very first possible post came a letter to Lucia, the sight of which made her very rosy.
She never found out that her pupil would have been an absolute slave to affection, but was altogether hardened to severity, and when she failed in herself enforcing her authority, she made the great and most unlucky mistake of appealing to George Wynter. Mary, up to that time, had had no dislike to her cousin.
Before the professor's eyes rises a vision of old Wynter. They used to call him "old," those boys who attended his classes, though he was as light-hearted as the best of them, and as handsome as a dissipated Apollo. They had all loved him, if they had not revered him, and, indeed, he had been generally regarded as a sort of living and lasting joke amongst them.
"Don't sit down there those notes are loose; sit here." "Faith, you've guessed it, my dear fellow, I do want you, and most confoundedly badly this time. Your ward, now, Miss Wynter! Deuced pretty little girl, isn't she, and good form too? Wonderfully bred considering." "I don't suppose you have come here to talk about Miss Wynter's good manners." "By Jove! I have though.
"Besides," says he, "I couldn't very well come here again." "Not come again? Why?" "I'd be afraid," returns he simply. Whereon Miss Wynter, after a second's pause, gives way and laughs "consumedly," as they would have said long, long years before her pretty features saw the light. "Ah! yes," murmurs she. "How she did frighten you.
"For one thing, the sense of restraint that belongs to the relations between them. A guardian, you know, would be able to control one in a measure." "Would he?" "Well, I imagine so. It is traditionary. And you?" "I don't know about other people," says Miss Wynter, calmly, "I know only this, that nobody ever yet controlled me, and I don't suppose now that anybody ever will."
"I do though, for all that! I" pausing, and regarding him with a somewhat tragic air that sits most funnily upon her "am not going to stay here much longer!" "What?" says the professor aghast. "But my dear Miss Wynter, I'm afraid you must." "Why? What is she to me?" "Your aunt." "That's nothing nothing at all even a guardian is better than that. And you are my guardian.
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