Chapter 15 No.15

My love is like the sky,

As distant and as high;

Perchance she's fair and kind and bright,

Perchance she's stormy-tearful quite-

Alas! I scarce know why."

It is late in the day when the professor enters Lady Baring's house. He had determined not to wait till the morrow to see Perpetua. It seemed to him that it would be impossible to