"What is his business?" asked her father.
"I don't remember."
"Rich idler, I suppose," Jarvis scorned.
"He used to work when I knew him."
"Well, we shall be glad to see the young man. Would you like me to change off my afternoon classes and remain at home?"
"Oh, no. Don't think of it!" Bambi cried, with unpremeditated warmth, which focussed Jarvis's eyes upon her. "He'll be here only a little while, and we will reminisce. He would bore you to death."
"I like to be cordial to your beaus."
"Professor Parkhurst, I am a married woman."
"Dear me, so you are. I am always forgetting Jarvis. If he is a bore, I'll lunch at the club."
"Possibly you would prefer me to lunch out, too," said Jarvis, pointedly.