to-night she could not tell herself, as she usually did, not to be so silly. If her grandfather knew already the motive by which those young men had been actuated, dinner with him might be a rather strained affair. He might tell her, in so many words, that he wished he had not invited her to Oxford.
Through the open door of the drawing room she saw him, standing majestic, draped in a voluminous black gown. Her instinct was to run away; but this she conquered. She went straight in, remembering not to smile.
"Ah, ah," said the Warden, shaking a forefinger at her with old-world playfulness. "And what have you to say for yourself?"
Relieved, she was also a trifle shocked. Was it possible that he, a responsible old man, could take things so lightly?
"Oh, grand-papa," she answered, hanging her head, "what CAN I say? It is—it is too, too, dreadful."
"There, there, my dear. I was but jesting. If you have had an agreeable time, you are forgiven for playing truant. Where have you been all day?"
She saw that she had misjudged him. "I have just come from the river," she said gravely.
"Yes? And did the College make its fourth bump to-night?"
"I—I don't know, grand-papa. T
