"So it is sure to be the last, father," said Frances gayly from the head of the table. She had been growing steadily more cheerful as he went on talking with young Montague, "Ask Susan!"
Susan was hurrying with delight about the table. She had known Edward's father and his mother. He was one of "her folks."
"If a thing that never happened before happens once, it's bound to happen three times. It's all over; I'm safe!"
The professor began some remonstrance. He had intended then and there to lay down a severely strict law. Instead, "I think I'll look you up a safe horse," he said lamely.
"Perhaps Miss Frances will let me ride with her sometimes," ventured young Montague.
"Not to take care of me," said that young woman wilfully.
"For the pleasure!"
"In that case, I shall be glad to go," sedately, "but I shall not wait for you."
"There will be no waiting!" They were going into the library and he was holding the curtain to let her pass. Frances looked up at him laughingly, and in that instant she forgave him for playing the hero's part.