She was strangely affected by this discovery of a deeper sentiment.
Geoffrey entered Yale the first of September, and began his four years’ course there with the greatest of enthusiasm.
He had been hard at work at college a little over a week when, one evening, while he was deeply absorbed in the preparation of the morrow’s lessons, there came a quick, sharp rap upon his door.
He glanced up as the door opened, and was astonished to see half a dozen fellows from the sophomore class enter and station themselves at different points in the room, while one, who appeared to be the leader of the company, slowly advanced toward him.
In an instant it flashed upon Geoffrey that he was about to be subjected to that terror of all freshmen—hazing—it being before the days when the practice fell into such disfavor as at present.
For a moment he was indignant at this intrusion; then he said to himself:
“If they are not unreasonable I’ll make the best of it, and let them have their fun.”
He arose from his table and turned to meet the young man approaching him, a genial smile on his handsome face.
But, as if suddenly arrested by some supernatural power, both young men stopped transfixed, and gazed at each other with undisguised astonishment, while expressions of wonder passed from lip to lip among those who were looking on.
And it was no wonder, for those two standing in the center of the room might well have been twin brothers instead of utter strangers, for they appeared to be exactly alike in form, and feature, and bearing.