man to conceal anything that came into his mind, and stopping abruptly in the middle of the road, he interrupted the judge's eulogy.
"But why do you tell me all this?" he asked.
"Why do you sing her praises to me? What do you mean—are you trying to inveigle me into marrying her?"
Mr. Liakos was astounded. The idea had never occurred to him; he had never thought of the professor as a marrying man. And yet, why not? In what was he lacking? Was n't his friend the very man to become the brother-in-law he so ardently desired? All this passed vaguely through his mind while he stood staring at Mr. Plateas, unable to find an answer to this unexpected question. The professor continued with energy:
"Listen, Liakos. I owe you my life; it belongs to you. But if you ask me to get married as a proof of my gratitude, I 'd far rather go this moment back to the sea, where you saved me from death, and drown myself before your very eyes!"
The sudden heat of the professor's speech showed that he was hurt, but whether at what the judge had just been saying about the elder sister, or at the secrecy he had shown in the matter and his studied reserve in speaking of the younger sister, was doubtful. Probably the good man himself did not know; what he did know
