utiful love; it
drew her nearer to him; it allowed him to worship her, though mutely; it
permitted him to sit at her feet, and in that attitude do silent homage
to her as his queen; it permitted him to receive the cool touch of her
fingers on his heated brow; to hear the soft murmur of her voice close
to his ear; to meet the sweet questioning of her eyes.

And, oh, the happiness of sitting at her feet, under the green shadows
of that old elm tree! The light touch of her soft fingers on his brow
thrilled him to his heart's core; the sweet sound of her voice in his
ears filled his soul with music; the earnest gaze of her beautiful dark
eyes sent electric shocks of joy through all his sensitive frame.

Ishmael was intensely happy. This earth was no longer a commonplace
world, filled with commonplace beings; it was a paradise peopled with
angels.

Did Mr. and Mrs. Middleton fear no harm in the close intimacy of this
gifted boy of seventeen and this beautiful girl of sixteen?

Indeed, no! They believed the proud heiress looked upon, the peasant boy
merely as her protege, her pet, her fine, intelligent dog! they
believed Claudia secure in her pride and Ishmael absorbed in his
studies. They were three-quarters right, which is as near the correct
thing as you can expect imperfect human nature to approach; that is,
they were wholly right as to Claudia and half right as to Ishmael.
Claudia was secure in her pride; and half of Ishmael's soul--the mental
half--was absorbed in his studies; his mind was given to his books; but
his heart was devoted to Claudia. And in this double occupation there
was no discord, but the most perfect harmony.

But though Claudia, whom he adored, was his watchful patroness, Bee,
whom he only loved, was his truest friend. Claudia would warn him
against danger; but Bee would silently save him from it. While Claudia
would be administering a queenly rebuke to the ardent young student for
exposing himself to a sunstroke by reading under the blazing sun in an
open south window, Bee, without saying a word, would go quietly into the
schoolroom, close the shutters of the sunny windows, and open those of
the shady ones, so that the danger might not recur in the afternoon.

In September the school was regularly reopened for the reception of the
day pupils. Their parents were warned, however, that this was to be the
last term; that the school must necessarily be broken up at Christmas,
as the house must be gi