Exactly eleven minutes by the watched clock after she had hung up the telephone receiver the doorbell rang. The doorbell could just be heard in the library by straining ears.
And then Freebody said from the doorway, "Doctor Dacer to see you, miss."
Dacer was standing now in the doorway, looking at her darkly. Severity was evidently going to temper his justice.
"Well?" he said.
The main thing was that he had come.
"Didn't you think I could write a better love letter than that?" she began.
"Unfortunately I have had no opportunities of judging."
"What does a head mistress know about girls?"
"She tells a pretty well-documented story."
It came over Lita that they were quarreling—almost—and that she liked the process, but liked it only because she knew it must come out right. Her case was so clear.