"A man;—what man?" she asked.
"Robert Lefroy. I must go to him at once. Bear yourself well and boldly, my darling. It is he, certainly. I know nothing yet of what he may have to say, but it will be well that you should avoid him if possible. When I have heard anything I will tell you all." Then he hurried down and found the man examining the book-shelves.
"You have got yourself up pretty tidy again, Peacocke," said Lefroy.
"Pretty well."
"The old game, I suppose. Teaching the young idea. Is this what you call a college, now, in your country?"
"It is a school."
"And you're one of the masters."
"I am the second master."
"It ain't as good, I reckon, as the Missouri College."
"It's not so large, certainly."