He was wondering what Inza would say.
Would she forgive him for what he had done?
"Oh, I hope she does," was his thought. "If she doesn't——" And he could think no further.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
INZA BEGINS TO UNDERSTAND.
"How did the game come out?" asked Miss Abigail Gale, Inza's aunt, as the two girls returned to Paula's home, which was a handsome house in an aristocratic portion of the Back Bay.
Miss Gale was knitting. For all of her luxurious surroundings, she was plainly dressed, and she was practicing economy by knitting herself some winter stockings. Reputed to be comfortably rich, Miss Gale was "close-handed" and thrifty.
"Yale won, of course!" cried Inza, who had not recovered from her enthusiasm. "Oh, Aunt Abby, you should have seen it!"
"No, no!" exclaimed the spinster, shaking her head.