are quite friendly when we
meet, but there can never be really cordial relations between us."

"If I were Anna," began Delia, impetuously--

"But you are _not_ Anna," interrupted Mr Goodwin, with a smile; "you
are Delia Hunt, and you are made of different materials. If I am not
mistaken, Anna is affectionate and yielding, and will be influenced by
those she is with. And then she's very young, you see; she could not
oppose her aunt and uncle, and I'm sure I do not wish it. I shall not
interfere with her life at Waverley: the Forrests are kind people, and I
feel sure she will be very happy there. She will do very well without
me."

He turned towards his pupil and added, rather wistfully, "I should like
_you_ to be friends with her, though, Delia; it would be a comfort to
me."

"Indeed, I will try my best, Professor," she exclaimed, earnestly. Her
jealousy of Anna seemed very small and mean, and she felt anxious to
atone for it.

"That's well," said Mr Goodwin, with a contented air. "I know you will
do what you promise; and now it's my turn to play the sonata, and yours
to listen."

As the first plaintive notes of the violin filled the little room, Delia
threw herself into the window-seat, leaned back her head, and gave
herself up to enjoyment.

The Professor's playing meant many things to her. It meant a journey
into another country where all good and noble things were possible;
where vexations and petty cares could not enter, nor anything that
thwarted and baffled. It meant a sure refuge for a while from the small
details of her life in Dornton, which she sometimes found so wearisome.
The warning tones of the church clock checked her flight through these
happy regions, and brought her down to earth just as the Professor's
last note died away.

"Oh, how late it is?" she exclaimed, as she started up and put on her
hat. "Good-bye, Professor. Oh, if I could only make it speak like
that!"

"Patience, patience," he said, with his kind smile; "we all hear and see
better things than we can express, you know, but that will come to us
all some day."

CHAPTER FIVE.

ANNA MAKES FRIENDS.

Sweet language will multiply friends; and a fair-speaking tongue will
increase kind greetings.--_Ecclesiasticus_.

Delia kept her promise in mind through all the various duties and
occupations of the next few days, and wondered how she should carry it
out. She began, apart from the wish to please the Professor,