’Well, I think we have talked enough for the present.  I have no kind of sympathy with your position, pray understand that.  I think you have made about as bad a mistake as you could have done.  All the same, I will speak of this with your aunt—­’

‘I think you had better not do that,’ interrupted Wilfrid, ’I mean with any view of persuading her.  I am afraid I can’t very well bring myself to compromises which involve a confession of childish error.  It is better I should go my own way.’

‘Well, well, of course, if you take the strictly independent attitude—­’

Mr. Athel took another turn on the lawn, his brows bent.  It was the first time that there had ever been an approach to serious difference between himself and his son.  The paternal instinct was strong in him, and it was inevitable that he should be touched by sympathetic admiration of his past self as revived in Wilfrid’s firm and dignified bearing.  He approached the latter again.

‘Come to me in the study about ten to-night, will you?’ he said.

It was the end of the discussion for the present.

Shortly after dinner, when coffee had been brought to the drawing-room, Wilfrid wandered out to the summer-house.  Emily would be home by this time.  He thought of her....

‘The deuce of it is,’ exclaimed Mr. Athel, conversing with his sister, ’that it’s so hard to find valid objections.  If he had proposed to marry a barmaid, one’s course would be clear, but as it is—­’

Mrs. Rossall had listened in silence to a matter-of-fact disclosure of Wilfrid’s proceedings.  In the commencement her attention had marked itself by a slight elevation of the brows; at the end she was cold and rather disdainful.  Observation of her face had the result of confirming her brother in the apologetic tone.  He was annoyed at perceiving that Edith would justify his prediction.

‘I am sorry to hear it, of course,’ were her first words, ’but I suppose Wilfrid will act as he chooses.’

‘Well, but this isn’t all,’ pursued Mr. Athel, laying aside an affectation of half-humorous indulgence which he had assumed.  ’He has urged upon me an extraordinary proposal.  His idea is that Miss Hood might continue to hold her position here until he has taken his degree.’

’I am not surprised.  You of course told him that such a thing was out of the question?’

‘I said that you would probably consider it so.’

‘But surely—­Do you hold a different view?’

’Really, I hold no views at all.  I am not sure that I have got the right focus yet.  I know that the plans of a lifetime are upset; I can’t get much beyond that at present.’

Mrs. Rossall was deeply troubled.  She sat with her eyes drooped, her lower lip drawn in.

‘Do you refer to any plan in particular?’ she asked next.

‘Yes, I suppose I do.’

‘I am very, very sorry for Beatrice,’ she said, in a subdued voice.