Though he said it as if his wonder were past--at the same time resuming the walk--it was not lost upon the master that he looked over his shoulder after speaking， and that the same perplexed and pondering frown was heavy on his face.
'You don't appear to like your friend， Hexam？'
'I DON'T like him，' said the boy.
'Why not？'
'He took hold of me by the chin in a precious impertinent way， the first time I ever saw him，' said the boy.
'Again， why？'
'For nothing. Or--it's much the same--because something Ihappened to say about my sister didn't happen to please him.'
'Then he knows your sister？'
'He didn't at that time，' said the boy， still moodily pondering.
'Does now？'
The boy had so lost himself that he looked at Mr Bradley Headstone as they walked on side by side， without attempting to reply until the question had been repeated； then he nodded and answered， 'Yes， sir.'
'Going to see her， I dare say.'
'It can't be！' said the boy， quickly. 'He doesn't know her well enough. I should like to catch him at it！'
When they had walked on for a time， more rapidly than before， the master said， clasping the pupil's arm between the elbow and the shoulder with his hand：
'You were going to tell me something about that person. What did you say his name was？'
'Wrayburn. Mr Eugene Wrayburn. He is what they call a barrister， with nothing to do. The first time be came to our old place was when my father was alive. He came on business； not that it was HIS business--HE never had any business--he was brought by a friend of his.'
'And the other times？'
'There was only one other time that I know of. When my father was killed by accident， he chanced to be one of the finders. He was mooning about， I suppose， taking liberties with people's chins；but there he was， somehow. He brought the news home to my sister early in the morning， and brought Miss Abbey Potterson， a neighbour， to help break it to her. He was mooning about the house when I was fetched home in the afternoon--they didn't know where to find me till my sister could be brought round sufficiently to tell them--and then he mooned away.'
'And is that all？'
'That's all， sir.'
Bradley Headstone gradually released the boy's arm， as if he were thoughtful， and they walked on side by side as before. After a long silence between them， Bradley resumed the talk.
'I suppose--your sister--' with a curious break both before and after the words， 'has received hardly any teaching， Hexam？'
'Hardly any， sir.'
'Sacrificed， no doubt， to her father's objections. I remember them in your case. Yet--your sister--scarcely looks or speaks like an ignorant person.'
'Lizzie has as much thought as the best， Mr Headstone. Too much， perhaps， without teaching. I used to call the fire at home， her books， for she was always full of fancies--sometimes quite wise fancies， considering--when she sat looking at it.'
'I don't like that，' said Bradley Headstone.
His pupil was a little surprised by this striking in with so sudden and decided and emotional an objection， but took it as a proof of the master's interest in himself. It emboldened him to say：
'I have never brought myself to mention it openly to you， Mr Headstone， and you're my witness that I couldn't even make up my mind to take it from you before we came out to-night； but it's a painful thing to think that if I get on as well as you hope， I shall be--I won't say disgraced， because I don't mean disgraced梑ut--rather put to the blush if it was known--by a sister who has been very good to me.'
'Yes，' said Bradley Headstone in a slurring way， for his mind scarcely seemed to touch that point， so smoothly did it glide to another， 'and there is this possibility to consider. Some man who had worked his way might come to admire--your sister--and might even in time bring himself to think of marrying--your sister--and it would be a sad drawback and a heavy penalty upon him， if；overcoming in his mind other inequalities of condition and other considerations against it， this inequality and this consideration remained in full force.'
'That's much my own meaning， sir.'
'Ay， ay，' said Bradley Headstone， 'but you spoke of a mere brother. Now， the case I have supposed would be a much stronger case； because an admirer， a husband， would form the connexion voluntarily， besides being obliged to proclaim it： which a brother is not. After all， you know， it must be said of you that you couldn't help yourself： while it would be said of him， with equal reason， that he could.'
'That's true， sir. Sometimes since Lizzie was left free by father's death， I have thought that such a young woman might soon acquire more than enough to pass muster. And sometimes I have even thought that perhaps Miss Peecher--'
'For the purpose， I would advise Not Miss Peecher，' Bradley Headstone struck in with a recurrence of his late decision of manner.
'Would you be so kind as to think of it for me， Mr Headstone？'
'Yes， Hexam， yes. I'll think of it. I'll think maturely of it. I'll think well of it.'
Their walk was almost a silent one afterwards， until it ended at the school-house. There， one of neat Miss Peecher's little windows， like the eyes in needles， was illuminated， and in a corner near it sat Mary Anne watching， while Miss Peecher at the table stitched at the neat little body she was ****** up by brown paper pattern for her own wearing. N.B. Miss Peecher and Miss Peecher's pupils were not much encouraged in the unscholastic art of needlework， by Government.
Mary Anne with her face to the window， held her arm up.
'Well， Mary Anne？'
'Mr Headstone coming home， ma'am.'
In about a minute， Mary Anne again hailed.
'Yes， Mary Anne？'
'Gone in and locked his door， ma'am.'
Miss Peecher repressed a sigh as she gathered her work together for bed， and transfixed that part of her dress where her heart would have been if she had had the dress on， with a sharp， sharp needle.
