Her face was still aflame with his kisses when they entered the big door together.
Miss Sniffen met them in the hall.
"You are late," she said with a half smile. "Have you had an accident?"
"Oh, no!" Nelson Randolph answered. "We went up to Bryston to dinner, that is all. Miss Sterling thought she had better return home early, but I coaxed her to keep on and find out how Belgian hare tasted." He laughed lightly and said good-night.
Miss Sterling's foot was on the stair when the superintendent arrested her.
"You are too late for chapel," she said severely.
"I was afraid I would be," was the reply.
"This must not occur again. Do you know that Mr. Randolph is to marry Miss Puddicombe?"
"I heard so," she smiled.
"The wedding-day is set!"