Yes! he came very seldom, even for the dull cold purpose of lessons. Mr. Hale was disappointed in his pupil's lukewarmness about Greek literature, which had but a short time ago so great an interest for him. And now it often happened that a hurried note from Mr. Thornton would arrive, just at the last moment, saying that he was so much engaged that he could not come to read with Mr. Hale that evening. And though other pupils had taken more than his place as to time, no one was like his first scholar in Mr. Hale's heart. He was depressed and sad at this partial cessation of an intercourse which had become dear to him; and he used to sit pondering over the reason that could have occasioned this change.
He startled Margaret, one evening as she sate at her work, by suddenly asking:
"Margaret! had you ever any reason for thinking that Mr. Thornton cared for you?"
He almost blushed as he put this question; but Mr. Bell's scouted idea recurred to him, and the words were out of his mouth before he well knew what he was about.
Margaret did not answer immediately ; but by the bent drooping of her head, he guessed what her reply would be.
"Yes; I believe—oh papa, I should have told you." And she dropped her work, and hid her face in her hands.
"No, dear; don't think that I am impertinently, curious. I am sure you would have told me if you had felt that you could return his regard. Did he speak to you about it?"
