“I should think you might allow her the goal,” said Mr Armstrong.
Mr Armstrong was always coming to Jill’s rescue; and if any of her heart had been left to win, he would have won it now. Tom gave in, and said he supposed he would have to let her count it; and was vastly consoled for his self-denial by Roger’s proposal to join him in a game that very day.
Before that important function came off, however, Roger and his tutor had a somewhat uncomfortable talk in the library.
“You are feeling out of sorts, old fellow,” said the latter when they were left alone.
“I’ve had a letter,” said Roger.
“Another?”
“Read it, please.”
“If you wish it, I will. Last time, however, it wasn’t a success consulting me.”
“I want you to read this.”
The tutor took the letter and turned to the signature.