“I wonder what he is here for?” mused the young lover.
“To see me graduate, of course,” Gladys responded, roguishly.
“Did you invite him?”
“No. A long time ago he asked me to exchange tickets with him for commencement, and I think he has spoken of it every time that we have met since; so, of course, I could hardly help sending him one.”
“You have seen a good deal of him during the last two years, haven’t you, Gladys?”
“Yes, he has appeared at almost every place that we have visited the last two summers, and he was always in New York during the shorter recesses. I met him constantly in society, and I didn’t like it very well, either.”
“Why?”
“Because it rather annoyed me to receive his attentions,” Gladys confessed.
“Then he has been attentive to you?” the young man asked, studying the face he loved very closely.
“Yes, quite so,” Gladys answered; then noticing her lover’s grave, anxious look, she added: “You do not like it, either, do you, Geoff?”