"I am glad you are so pleased with yourself. I trust Strong will be equally appreciative."
"I hope so when I have gone to so much trouble for him," she tossed back over her shoulder, in punishment.
As Mr. Strong stepped off the train and faced her, it would be hard to say whether admiration or astonishment constituted the greater part of his expression.
"Mrs. Jocelyn, why this is too kind of you!"
"Not at all. City people are so unused to our devious country ways that I was afraid you would get lost."
Admiration was certainly on top now.
"If you don't mind, we will walk. It isn't far."
"The farther the better," he replied gallantly.
They set forth, down the shady village street, where the trees almost met overhead. Strong drew in deep breaths of the fresh morning air. His eyes kept returning to the little French figure at his side, so metropolitan, and yet so much the dominant note in any setting in which he had seen her. She chattered on, about the town, the university, and the sights.
"I refrain from pointing out the town hall, and the Carnegie Library," she said.