"Well, that's the best I can do for you."
"Thank you."
She took the timetable and placed it in the desk. Brockton, who had taken up his paper again, gave an exclamation of surprise.
"By George—this is funny."
"What?" she demanded, looking impatiently at the clock.
"Speak of the devil, you know."
"Who?"
"Your old friend—John Madison."
Laura started involuntarily. She became deathly pale, and put her head on the chair-back to steady herself. Controlling her agitation by a supreme effort, she said:
"What—what about him?"