"Why, how on earth did you come to know that fellow?" exclaimed young Pomeroy in surprise, after Roland had passed on.
"Why should there be anything surprising in it?" returned Nora, rather stiffly. She cordially detested Mr. Pomeroy's "airs."
"Only I shouldn't have supposed you were likely to have met Graeme," he said, in a somewhat apologetic tone.
"Is that Roland Graeme!" she exclaimed, too much surprised to think of anything else for a moment. Kitty laughed heartily.
"So Nora, you didn't even know who it was that you were bowing to? That is funny!"
"No, I didn't know his name, certainly, but I know him. That was the young man who escorted me to see the sick woman I went to help that evening, don't you remember? I had a good deal of talk with him on the way, and I liked him very much. So that is the Roland Graeme they were talking about last night. Well, I don't think he's a 'crank' in the least."
"Oh, even a crank can be sensible sometimes, you know," said young Pomeroy. "But I hope he isn't going to make a disciple of you."
"I shall certainly read The Brotherhood now," replied Nora, maliciously. "I believe there's a copy in my brother's surgery."
"And I certainly shall not" returned the young man, as he and Kitty bade her good-night at Dr. Blanchard's door.