"What? Did he do anything that wasn't on the square?" he asked sternly.
"Oh, I did n't mean it that way. It is always possible to be unfair in Geography and History, you know,—and besides there is a good deal of luck about it, too. He said he would have let me pass, but he had decided to raise the standard."
She felt his arm stiffen behind her like an iron bar. She thought he was going to rise.
"But he was perfectly fair," she added quickly.
Steve's muscle relaxed slowly; he resumed his former lax attitude and fell to thinking.
"You deserve to get a certificate and you did n't," he said, suddenly sitting up again. "It is n't right."
This last word came out as sharp as a challenge to fight. He seemed to have stiffened up in the saddle with the straight look of indomitable will. Janet's eyes opened wider with the impression she got of him.
"Oh, it is n't a great matter—except that—of course—it is a little disappointing."
"Yes. And somebody that it doesn't make any difference about will come along and pass." His eye still had fight in it. "You like Texas?" he said suddenly. "Don't you think it is a pretty good state?"
"Oh, yes, indeed," answered Janet. "I was very much in hope of being able to stay. If I had only had more time to study—more time—"