He looked at her quaintly. He was not one of those in love with her, but be was interested in the affair. " Don't you know ? " he asked.
She understood from his manner that she had been some kind of an issue in the quarrel. " No," she answered, hastily. " I don't."
"Oh, I don't mean that," said Peter. "I only meant —I only meant—oh, well, it was nothing-really."
" It must have been about something," continued Marjory. She continued, because Peter had denied that she was concerned in it. " Whose fault ? "
"I really don't know. It was all rather confusing," lied Peter, tranquilly.
Coleman and the professor decided to accept a plan of the correspondent's dragoman to start soon on the first stage of the journey to Athens. The dragoman had said that he had found two large carriages rentable.
Coke, the outcast, walked alone in the narrow streets. The flight of the crown prince's army from Larissa had just been announced in Arta, but Coke was probably the most woebegone object on the Greek peninsula.
He encountered a strange sight on the streets. A woman garbed in the style for walking of an afternoon on upper Broadway was approaching him through a mass of kilted mountaineers and soldiers in soiled overcoats. Of course he recognised Nora Black.
In his conviction that everybody in the world was at this time considering him a mere worm, he was sure that she would not heed him. Beyond that he had been presented to her notice in but a transient and cursory fashion. But contrary to his conviction, she turned a radiant smile upon him. " Oh," she said, brusquely, " you are one of the students. Good morning." In her manner was all the confidence of an old warrior, a veteran, who addresses the universe with assurance because of his past battles.
Coke grinned at this strange greeting. " Yes, Miss Black," he answered, " I am one of the students."