“How do you know?”
“I looked for you.”
“But—in all that crowd—”
“I am sure you were not there; if you had been, I should have seen you.”
“No,” she answered, glowing at the knowledge that he had taken so much trouble to seek for her in the crowd. “I have not seen a game since the first one you pitched. Father raises such objections that I have thought best to stay away, even though he has not positively forbidden me to attend. If I can get an escort, I shall do my best to persuade him to let me see the next game when Bancroft plays here. Every one in Kingsbridge seems to think it will be a great battle.”
“Bancroft comes Wednesday, this week.”
“And you will pitch?”
“I don’t know; I presume so.”
“Oh, I’ll see it unless father positively refuses to let me go. I must see that game! I hope you pitch as well as you did before.”