"
I was "curiouser and curiouser," as Lorraine says.
"But," I insisted, "what had Charles Edward to do with it?"
There were a great many pauses that night as if, I think, he didn't
know what was wise to say. I should imagine it would always be so with
psychologists. They understand so well what effect every word will have.
"Well, to tell the truth," he answered, at last, in a kind, darling
way, "I wanted to make sure all was well with my favorite pupil before
I left the country. I couldn't quite go without it."
"Mr. Dane," I said, "you don't mean me?"
"Yes," he answered, "I mean you."
I could have danced and sung with happiness. "Oh," said I, "then I must
have been a better scholar than I thought. I feel as if I could teach
psychology--this minute."
"You could," said he, "this minute." And we both laughed and didn't
know, after all, what we were laughing at--at least I didn't. But
suddenly I was cold with fear.
"Why," I said, "if you've only really decided to go to-night, how do
you know you can get a passage on our ship?"
"Because, sweet Lady Reason," said he, "I used Charlie Ned's telephone
and found out." (That was a pretty name--sweet Lady Reason.)
We didn't talk any more then for a long time, because suddenly the moon
seemed so bright and the garden so sweet.
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