"Oh!" said the marshal, looking up.
"I can't make up my mind," said the other girl. "I wish I could, but I can't, and I simply won't see him till I do."
"Oh!" said the marshal again. "I suppose you want me to keep him out of your way?"
"If you only would," assented the forester, with a pleading gaze.
"But my dear young innocence, there are going to be a few thousand people here, more or less. How am I to find one unattached young man?"
"Oh, I only mean, in case you happen to hear of his asking for me. People will come to you, you know. Don't have him too much on your mind."
"I will try not to," said the marshal, dryly. "If you will hear my advice, I think you had better see him for yourself, and settle it, yes or no, one way or other."
"You don't know how hard it is," murmured the forester, with a little sigh.
The marshal rose to her feet with a grim expression, which indicated that she would like the chance of settling it. And with an inward remark upon the nuisance of having men mixed up with college functions, she went to the oval mirror and put on her coat-of-arms.