Young Montague was silent, but Frances, looking up, saw his eyes. She slipped back to her chair.
When he took his leave, later in the evening, he had his own special plea.
"You've promised to come and see the old place," he began.
"Father is going to bring me some day."
"I'm going to make some day a near day," he said persistently. "Mr. Holloway, I'm going hunting Tuesday. I've a good deal of game about my woods. Come out Wednesday; I'll see you have some for dinner."
The professor reluctantly pleaded his engagements.
"It's moonlight; you don't mind driving home at night?"
"Oh, the road is familiar enough," assented the professor.
"Mrs. Randall will come."