"Wants to meet me?"
"Yes, you. Come along."
Craik came out from beneath the tree.
"Miss Lamb—does she live in Oxford?"
"You don't mean to tell me you've never heard of Miss Lamb?" Fetters paused in astonishment. "You must be the only man in Oxford then who has not. Miss Lamb is an American!"
"An American?" Craik had heard that American ladies were so brilliant.
"Miss Lamb, let me introduce Mr. Craik, our philosopher."
"Mr. Craik, I am glad to meet you."
Craik bowed; then he saw that Miss Lamb had put out her hand; he tried to take it, but was too late. The American young lady however smiled, and put out her hand again, and gave it to him frankly, almost as if it were a present.
"We ought to shake hands, oughtn't we? It's the English way, isn't it?"