Dan went on. "I learned something yesterday, that I am sure you ought to know, and there seems to be no one else to tell you, so I—I came."
Miss Farwell's cheeks and brow grew crimson, but in a moment she was her own calm self again.
"Go on, please."
Then he told her.
While he was speaking of the Elders' visit and his talk with Dr. Abbott, she watched him closely. Two or three times she smiled. When he had finished she asked with a touch of sarcasm in her voice, "And do you wish to see my letters of recommendation? Shall I give you a list of people to whom you might write?"
"Miss Farwell!" Dan's voice brought the hot color again to her cheek.
"Forgive me! That was unkind," she said.
"Well rather. You might see that I did not come to you with this for—well for fun," he finished with a grim smile.
"You don't seem to be enjoying it greatly," she agreed critically. "I can easily understand how this talk might result in something very serious for you. You will remember, I think, that I warned you, you could not leave the preacher on the other side of the fence." She was deliberately trying him. "But of course you can easily avoid any trouble with your people, you have only to—"
She stopped, checked by the expression on his face.