“Poor fellow!  I think he is in love with you.”

“I am not aware of it.  And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl’s life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her, and to whom she is grateful.  I should have thought that I, at least, might have been safe from all that.  I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.”

Mary did not mean to betray any feeling, but in spite of herself she ended in a tremulous tone of vexation.

“Confound John Waule!  I did not mean to make you angry.  I didn’t know you had any reason for being grateful to me.  I forgot what a great service you think it if any one snuffs a candle for you.  Fred also had his pride, and was not going to show that he knew what had called forth this outburst of Mary’s.

“Oh, I am not angry, except with the ways of the world.  I do like to be spoken to as if I had common-sense.  I really often feel as if I could understand a little more than I ever hear even from young gentlemen who have been to college.”  Mary had recovered, and she spoke with a suppressed rippling under-current of laughter pleasant to hear.

“I don’t care how merry you are at my expense this morning,” said Fred, “I thought you looked so sad when you came up-stairs.  It is a shame you should stay here to be bullied in that way.”

“Oh, I have an easy life—­by comparison.  I have tried being a teacher, and I am not fit for that:  my mind is too fond of wandering on its own way.  I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.  Everything here I can do as well as any one else could; perhaps better than some—­Rosy, for example.  Though she is just the sort of beautiful creature that is imprisoned with ogres in fairy tales.”

“Rosy!” cried Fred, in a tone of profound brotherly scepticism.

“Come, Fred!” said Mary, emphatically; “you have no right to be so critical.”

“Do you mean anything particular—­just now?”

“No, I mean something general—­always.”

“Oh, that I am idle and extravagant.  Well, I am not fit to be a poor man.  I should not have made a bad fellow if I had been rich.”

“You would have done your duty in that state of life to which it has not pleased God to call you,” said Mary, laughing.

“Well, I couldn’t do my duty as a clergyman, any more than you could do yours as a governess.  You ought to have a little fellow-feeling there, Mary.”

“I never said you ought to be a clergyman.  There are other sorts of work.  It seems to me very miserable not to resolve on some course and act accordingly.”

“So I could, if—­” Fred broke off, and stood up, leaning against the mantel-piece.

“If you were sure you should not have a fortune?”