She did not dare for the life of her to look at him, for she knew that his black eyes were bent upon her. She felt them scorching down into her soul.
"Dorothy," said Mr. Bryan, pompously, "allow me to present to you my young friend, Mr. Kendal."
"I am right glad to see him, sir," said Dorothy, faintly, without raising her eyes.
Noticing her embarrassment, Doctor Bryan quickly turned the conversation into another channel; but he soon observed that his young friend was looking at the girl across the table, almost convulsed with laughter.
It took but one glance that way to see the cause.
In her great confusion Dorothy was making dire efforts to eat her soup with a fork, catching occasionally a stray bean.
"Remove the soup plates!" roared the doctor to the servant who stood in waiting, and who was also grinning at the girl's discomfiture.
It was the most confusing meal that Dorothy had ever sat down to.
And when she arose from the table she was far hungrier than when she sat down.