Outside her father’s house they halted. Through the window they could see the high-domed forehead of the Professor, as he sat with his reading-lamp at his elbow.
“You’ll come in? You had some business with father that brought you down from London?”
“But it’s late. If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to see him to-morrow.”
“Are you staying for long in Oxford?”
“I hadn’t intended.”
“But you may?”
“I may. It all depends.”
“Good-by then—till to-morrow.”
Professor Usk sank his head as she entered, that he might gaze at her above his spectacles. “Home again, daughter? Been on the river with Nan, they tell me! It’s late for girls to be out by themselves.”
She answered hurriedly. “Mr. Barrington was with us.”