George's is in a much nicer part of London, and
the patients there come on an average from a much better class than ours
in Smithfield."
"I know that too; but... Sebastian is at St. Nathaniel's--and I want to
be near Sebastian."
"Professor Sebastian!" I cried, my face lighting up with a gleam of
enthusiasm at our great teacher's name. "Ah, if it is to be under
Sebastian that you, desire, I can see you mean business. I know now you
are in earnest."
"In earnest?" she echoed, that strange deeper shade coming over her face
as she spoke, while her tone altered. "Yes, I think I am in earnest! It
is my object in life to be near Sebastian--to watch him and observe him.
I mean to succeed.... But I have given you my confidence, perhaps too
hastily, and I must implore you not to mention my wish to him."
"You may trust me implicitly," I answered.
"Oh, yes; I saw that," she put in, with a quick gesture. "Of course, I
saw by your face you were a man of honour--a man one could trust or I
would not have spoken to you. But--you promise me?"
"I promise you," I replied, naturally flattered. She was delicately
pretty, and her quaint, oracular air, so incongruous with the dainty
face and the fluffy brown hair, piqued me not a little.
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