"Fine day, Mr. Collister!"
"Middlin', Dempster, middlin'," said Dan, in a voice that was like a growl. And then, the dog-cart being gone, he faced back to the girl and said, with a bitter snort:
"So that's your man, is it—driving with the Dempster?"
"No, no," said the girl, lifting her face from the table.
"No? Hasn't he been flung out of his college for it—for what came of it, I mane? And isn't the Dempster taking him home in disgrace?"
"It was a mistake—it wasn't the Dempster's son," said Bessie.
"Then who was it?"
There was no reply.
"Who was it?"
"I can't tell you."