"I've _learnt_ a lot, but I
don't _know_ much."
"Say some to me. It might convey something to me. One never knows. She
seems so sure. Talk Latin to me, William."
"Hic, haec, hoc," said William obligingly.
Julius Caesar's reincarnation shook his head.
"No," he said, "I'm afraid it doesn't seem to mean anything to me."
"Hunc, hanc, hoc," went on William monotonously.
"I'm afraid it's no good," said Mr. Lambkin. "I'm afraid it proves
that I'm not--still one may not retain a knowledge of one's former
tongue. One must keep an open mind. Of course, I'd prefer not to--but
one must be fair. And she's kind, very kind."
Shaking his head sadly, the little man entered the station.
That evening William heard his father say to his mother:
"She came down to meet him at the station to-night. I'm afraid his
doom is sealed. He's no power of resistance, and she's got her eye on
him."
"Who's got her eye on him?" said William with interest.
"Be quiet!" said his father with the brusqueness of the male parent.
But William began to see how things stood. And William liked Mr.
Lambkin.
One evening he saw from his window Mr. Gregorius Lambkin walking with
Miss Gregoria Mush in Miss Gregoria Mush's garden. Mr. Gregorius
Lambkin did not look happy.
William crept down to the hole in the fence and applied his ear to it.
They were sitting on a seat quite close to his hole.
"Gregorius," the President of the Society of Ancient Souls was saying,
"when I found that our names were the same I knew that our destinies
were interwoven.
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