"Yes, yes!"
"Do you mean it?"
"I'll give you my hand on it," responded Grace.
Mark took it.
"When?" asked she.
And Mark answered, with a laugh, almost a shout of triumph.
"To-night!" he said. "To-night! Ye gods!"
CHAPTER IV.
A SURPRISE FOR THE SEVEN.
Six disconsolate plebes sat on a bench at the extreme northern end of Professor's Row late that afternoon, gazing unappreciatively at the magnificent view of the upper Hudson. Those plebes had been cudgeling their stupid heads ever since dinner time to no purpose.