"Confound it! I say, Betty, was it you who got me asked there?"
"I certainly shouldn't think of doing so again. And it was mother who asked you last vacation. I had nothing to do with it."
"Then it was you. Betty, you are a dar——"
"Now, then, be quiet, please."
"You and John are coming to us in town for a week, directly after term."
"Poor old John. I wonder whatever he would say if he saw me now!"
They had now passed Clare again, and were gliding slowly along between the pleasant meadow and the great lawn towards King's bridge.
"I say, Betty," said Lucius, "I don't want to frighten you, but who is that on the bridge?"
"I should think the Vice-Chancellor and Principal of Newnham waiting for us," answered Betty without turning round.
"No, but really, I do believe it is John."