"No quarter?" cried Janet. "Has it got to come to sword's points, Mr. Evans? I thought you had forgiven Miss Trent."
They all laughed, and Rosalie said: "Please give it back to me."
"On the whole," returned the young man, "I think that I shall keep it, if you don't mind."
"No," murmured Rosalie, "I don't mind, but I should like to feel that you don't mind either."
"Oh, dear, no," returned Mr. Evans. "It has given me a chance of meeting you young ladies in this very informal way, and I should like a souvenir of my first adventure in this college town. I appreciate all that comes to me in that way, I can assure you. I also appreciate your kindness in offering me a place in your carriage, for I should have had either a long cold walk, or a very stupid wait, and, to tell you the truth, I am desperately hungry and want my dinner. I started out for a walk and thought I would ride back on the hapless car. It is an ill wind, you know."
"That's a very nice way to put it," said Janet. "I am rather glad of the adventure myself. One needs them at college, and I have had one or two."
"Yes, so say we all of us," remarked Rosalie. "What was your college, Mr. Evans?"
"The old University of Virginia first, then the Johns Hopkins. I took a post-graduate course at the latter place."
"Then are you from Maryland or Virginia?"
"From neither. I am from North Carolina."