In
truth,"--he added, "I have had some vexatious things perplexing me
today, which must excuse my being so dull and disagreeable."
"Disagreeable!" echoed Christian, with a little forced sort of laugh,
adding, in a strange, soft shyness, "I wish you would tell me what those
vexatious things were. I know I am young, and foolish enough too;
still, if I could help you--"
"Help me!" He looked at her eagerly, then shook his head and sighed.
"No, my child, you can not help me. It is other people's business,
which I am afraid I have no right to tell even to you. It is only that a
person has come back to Avonsbridge, who, if I could suppose I had an
enemy in the world--But here I am telling you."
"Never mind, you shall tell me no more," said Christian, cheerily,
"especially as I do not believe that in the wide world you could have an
enemy. And now give me your opinion as to this matter of Miss
Bennett?"
"First, what is yours?"
Christian pondered a little. "It seems to me that the only thing is
for me to speak to her myself, quite openly and plainly, when she comes
tomorrow."
"And then dismiss her?"
"I fear so."
"For having a lover?" said Dr. Grey, with an amused twinkle in his eye.
"Not exactly, but for telling Titia about it, and making use of the child
for her own selfish needs.
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