"I am so glad to see you again—it seems such a long time since Christmas," said he, dropping his voice, and not alluding more exactly to the day when she had left the Hall.
"It is a long time," she replied; "we are close to Easter now. I have so wanted to tell you how glad I was to hear about your honours at Cambridge. I once thought of sending you a message through your brother, but then I thought it might be making too much fuss, because I know nothing of mathematics, or of the value of a senior wranglership; and you were sure to have so many congratulations from people who did know."
"I missed yours though, Molly," said he, kindly. "But I felt sure you were glad for me."
"Glad and proud too," said she. "I should so like to hear something more about it. I heard you telling Cynthia—"
"Yes. What a charming person she is! I should think you must be happier than we expected long ago."
"But tell me something about the senior wranglership, please," said Molly.
"It's a long story, and I ought to be helping the Miss Brownings to hand sandwiches—besides, you wouldn't find it very interesting, it's so full of technical details."
"Cynthia looked very much interested," said Molly.
"Well! then I refer you to her, for I must go now. I can't for shame go on sitting here, and letting those good ladies have all the trouble. But I shall come and call on Mrs. Gibson soon. Are you walking home to-night?"
"Yes, I think so," replied Molly, eagerly foreseeing what was to come.