‘Does this often happen?’ asked Gillian.

’No; Alec walks home with me, and the boys often come and meet me.  Oh, did I tell you that the master wants Theodore to be a pupil-teacher?  I wish I knew what was best for him.’

‘Could not he be an artist?’

’I should like some one to tell me whether he really has talent worth cultivating, dear boy, or if he would be safer and better in an honourable occupation like a school-master.’

‘Do you call it honourable?’

’Oh yes, to be sure.  I put it next to a clergyman’s or a doctor’s life.’

‘Not a soldier’s?’

‘That depends,’ said Kalliope.

’On the service he is sent upon, you mean?  But that is his sovereign’s look-out.  He “only has to obey, to do or die."’

’Yes, it is the putting away of self, and possible peril of life, that makes all those grandest,’ said Kalliope, ’and I think the schoolmaster is next in opportunities of doing good.’

Gillian could not help thinking that none of all these could put away self more entirely than the girl beside her, toiling away her beauty and her youth in this dull round of toil, not able to exercise the instincts of her art to the utmost, and with no change from the monotonous round of mosaics, which were forced to be second rate, to the commonest household works, and the company of the Queen of the White Ants.

Gillian perceived enough of the nobleness of such a life to fill her with a certain enthusiasm, and make her feel a day blank and uninteresting if she could not make her way to the little office.

One evening, towards the end of the first fortnight, Alexis himself came in with a passage that he wanted to have explained.  His sister looked uneasy all the time, and hurried to put on her hat, and stand demonstratively waiting, telling Gillian that they must go, the moment the lesson began to tend to discursive talk, and making a most decided sign of prohibition to her brother when he showed a disposition to accompany them.

‘I think you are frightfully particular, Kally,’ said Gillian, when they were on their way up the hill.  ’Such an old friend, and you there, too.’

‘It would never do here!  It would be wrong,’ answered Kalliope, with the authority of an older woman.  ‘He must not come to the office.’

’Oh, but how could I ever explain to him?  One can’t do everything in writing.  I might as well give up the lessons as never speak to him about them.’

There was truth in this, and perhaps Alexis used some such arguments on his side, for at about every third visit of Gillian’s he dropped in with some important inquiry necessary to his progress, which was rapid enough to compel Gillian to devote some time to preparation, in order to keep ahead of him.

Kalliope kept diligent guard, and watched against lengthening the lessons into gossip, and they were always after hours when the hands had gone away.  The fear of being detected kept Gillian ready to shorten the time.