“Jessica says hers is the easiest because it means just to keep from hating anybody, and she loves the whole college.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to read it.” Bea almost clapped her hand over her impetuous eyes. “Robbie,” she broke into a run, “Robbie Belle, here is something you dropped.”
As Robbie turned at the call, one of the trustees, an elderly woman whose white hair seemed to soften the effect of her energetic manner and keen gaze, paused to speak to Miss More. The two seniors strolled on at a leisurely pace while waiting for an opportunity to ask attention without interrupting a speech. The distance intervening lessened step by step till Bea could not help overhearing the trustee’s distinct low tones.
“——exceedingly difficult to choose between the two candidates. Their qualifications balance distractingly. Personally I incline to Miss Whiton, and I should very much like to see her win this unusual position. Her original work certainly deserves it. However I know her so slightly that I am reluctant to give my decisive vote until I learn more of her from her contemporaries. You were in her class, Miss More, I understand.”
“Yes.”
At the smothered intensity of that simple word, Bea’s head rotated swiftly to stare at the source of it. She had never seen that beautiful face like this before. On the campus Class Day morning it had been friendly though with the hint of hardness about the mouth. In chapel it had been tragic with regret over the irrevocable. Now the dusky eyes were blazing with the light of coming triumph over an enemy at last delivered into her power.
“It is an exceptional distinction for so young a woman,” continued the trustee, “and because it means so much to each of the rivals, a feather’s weight of evidence may turn the scales for one or the other. I am anxious to be impartial. I invite this discussion merely to assure myself of Miss Whiton’s irreproachable record. I wish sincerely to see her win.”
“You never heard the exact circumstances that led to my expulsion from college?”
The defiant ring of this abrupt question brought Bea to her sense of the situation. She put out one hand to draw Robbie beyond earshot. But Robbie did not notice her. She was already touching Miss More’s arm.