Molly detected a slight note of annoyance in his voice. She had a notion that Judith was one of the trials of his life.
“I have rewritten the short story you criticized for me last week, and I want you to look it over again.”
He took the roll of paper without a word and thrust it into his coat pocket.
Molly rose.
“I must be going,” she said. “It must be nearly six o’clock.”
Judith promptly sat down on the bench facing her cousin, who still leaned against the stone pillar.
“Don’t you think it’s a little chilly to be lingering here, Judith?” he remarked politely, as he joined Molly.
“It wasn’t too chilly for you a moment ago,” answered Judith hotly.
But she rose and walked on the other side of the professor.
“How do you like your rooms?” he asked presently.