"Why not?" asked her companion, looking much amused.

"I should be afraid. Not that I dread Sir John; but I've heard so many

beautiful and noble things about him, and respect him so highly, that I

should not dare to say much, lest he should see how I admire and--"

"And what, young lady? Finish, if you please."

"I was going to say, love him. I will say it, for he is an old man, and

one cannot help loving virtue and bravery."

Miss Muir looked very earnest and pretty as she spoke, standing there

with the sunshine glinting on her yellow hair, delicate face, and

downcast eyes. Sir John was not a vain man, but he found it pleasant to

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hear himself commended by this unknown girl, and felt redoubled

curiosity to learn who she was. Too well-bred to ask, or to abash her by

avowing what she seemed unconscious of, he left both discoveries to

chance; and when she turned, as if to retrace her steps, he offered her

the handful of hothouse flowers which he held, saying, with a gallant

bow, "In Sir John's name let me give you my little nosegay, with thanks

for your good opinion, which, I assure you, is not entirely deserved,

for I know him well."

Miss Muir looked up quickly, eyed him an instant, then dropped her eyes,

and, coloring deeply, stammered out, "I did not know--I beg your

pardon--you are too kind, Sir John."

He laughed like a boy, asking, mischievously, "Why call me Sir John? How

do you know that I am not the gardener or the butler?"

"I did not see your face before, and no one but yourself would say that

any praise was undeserved," murmured Miss Muir, still overcome with

girlish confusion.

"Well, well, we will let that pass, and the next time you come we will

be properly introduced. Bella always brings her friends to the Hall, for

I am fond of young people."

"I am not a friend. I am only Miss Coventry's governess." And Miss Muir

dropped a meek curtsy. A slight change passed over Sir John's manner.

Few would have perceived it, but Miss Muir felt it at once, and bit her

lips with an angry feeling at her heart. With a curious air of pride,

mingled with respect, she accepted the still offered bouquet, returned

Sir John's parting bow, and tripped away, leaving the old gentleman to

wonder where Mrs. Coventry found such a piquant little governess.

"That is done, and very well for a beginning," she said to herself as

she approached the house.

In a green paddock close by fed a fine horse, who lifted up his head and

eyed her inquiringly, like one who expected a greeting. Following a

sudden impulse, she entered the paddock and, pulling a handful of

clover, invited the creature to come and eat. This was evidently a new

proceeding on the part of a lady, and the horse careered about as if

bent on frightening the newcomer away.




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