His gravity made her feel equally grave, and she showed it by again requesting him to drop the subject for the present. "I＇ll speak to you myself—very soon. Perhaps I shall write to you."
"At your convenience, yes," he replied. "Whatever time you take, it must seem to me long, and I suppose I must make the best of that."
"I shall not keep you in suspense; I only want to collect my mind a little."
He gave a melancholy sigh and stood looking at her a moment, with his hands behind him, giving short nervous shakes to his hunting-crop. "Do you know I＇m very much afraid of it—of that remarkable mind of yours?"