When they ran down the steps of No. S together, and set off towards their respective schools, Ada began at once to explain about the difficulties of the previous evening, and she received the fullest sympathy.
"I should cut her dead this morning," he advised.
"I do not think I shall," answered Ada; "but of course, Arthur, I can never feel quite the same again. Not that I bear her a grudge; I really do forgive her for the pain she caused me; but I was mistaken in her, and I can't feel the same."
"I should think not," said Arthur; "but I never did admire that girl, she's far too grand to suit my fancy."
"Oh, that's nothing; she's not grand at all; there are lots of girls grander at our school. She was one of the popular girls, and I believe, Arthur," added Ada, lowering her tone, "that I liked being her friend for that reason."
"A very silly reason," said Arthur, in his inexperience.
"And now I'm friendless," said Ada, hopelessly.
"You'll find another."
"No; I shall never trust my own judgment again."
Arthur whistled; and presently they came to the corner where they usually parted.