The Faun Man and the golden woman entered. They were laughing. “You always treat me in public as if we were alone together. Really, Lorie, I wish you——.”
Then she saw Peter seated close to Cherry. Her eyes saddened.
CHAPTER XLII—THE COACH-RIDE TO LONDON
I wonder why he doesn’t come!”
Peter stepped out of the college-lodge, gazing up and down the cobbled street.
Harry, always undisturbed and good-natured, laughed. “One can never be sure of Lorie. Looks as though it was going to rain. P’raps he’s put it off because of that.”
“If he had,” said Peter, “he’d have sent us word.”
For two hours they’d been inventing excuses for the Faun Man. He had told them to invite a party of their friends and he’d drive them to London. To go to London without permission was against all rules; but to ask permission would be useless, since most of the men, like Peter and Harry, were sitting for their Finals within the next fortnight. That they were taking a sporting chance of discovery lent a touch of daring to the excursion.