"It would be wonderful, but—but I don't see how I can. I told you there were complications."
"Yes, I know," he answered, "but you're to forget complications that night and enjoy my first attempt to be amusing."
"I'll try," answered Molly, not realizing how her reply might sound to the author of the comic opera, who only smiled good-naturedly and said:
"The music will be pretty at any rate."
They sat talking about the opera for some time, in fact, until the tower clock clanged six.
"I never dreamed it was so late," apologized Molly, "and I have kept you all this time. I know you must be awfully busy. I hope you will forgive me."
"Didn't I just say that your time was quite as important as mine?" he said. "And when two very important people get together the moments are not wasted."
That night the Professor did call on Nance at Queen's, and the unhappy girl was obliged to get into her things as quickly as possible and go down. What he said to her Molly and Judy never knew, but in an hour Nance returned to them in a normal, sensible state of mind, and not again did she turn her face to the wall and refuse to be comforted.
"There is no doubt in my mind that Professor Green is the nicest person in Wellington, that is, of the faculty," thought Molly as she settled under the reading lamp, and prepared to study her Lit. lesson.