“Was it so good as all that?” whispered Mr. Hammerton. “You shall go to the Chapel with me next Sunday and hear him preach about ‘Meditation.’”
Dr. Towne, his mother, and Sue Greyson were seated near them; she did not observe the group until she arose to leave the hall.
“Wasn’t it stupid?” muttered Sue, catching at her sleeve. “And isn’t he perfectly elegant? Almost as elegant as the doctor.”
“You will not forget your promise?” Mrs. Towne said as Tessa turned towards her.
“Has Miss Tessa been making you a promise? She does not know how to break her word,” said Dr. Towne.
“You do not need to tell me that; her eyes are promise-keepers.”
Mrs. Towne kept her at her side until they reached the entrance and would have detained her until Professor Towne had made his way to them, had not Mr. Hammerton understood by the moving of her lips that she was not pleased and hurried her away.
“I hope that I shall never become acquainted with Professor Towne,” exclaimed Tessa nervously, as Mr. Hammerton drew her hand within his arm.
“Why not? I thought that you were wrapped up in him as the young ladies say.”
“Suppose I make a hole in him and find him stuffed with sawdust.”