At last, however, they tired of him and fell to talking of a dance they were to attend and a tennis tournament in which they were to play. And so Samuel had a chance to gaze at Miss Wygant and to feast his eyes upon her beauty. He could have dreamed of no greater joy in all this world than to watch her for hours—to study every detail of her features and her costume, and to see the play of laughter about her mouth and eyes.
But then came the butler announcing luncheon; and Samuel rose in a panic. He had a sudden vision of himself being asked to the table, to sit under Miss Wygant's merciless survey. “I think I'd better go now,” he said.
“All right,” said young Lockman. “Will you come to-morrow morning, and we'll fix things up?”
“I'll come,” said Samuel.
“What are you going to do with him?” asked the girl.
“He likes to take care of horses,” said Lockman.
“No,” exclaimed the other promptly, “that won't do.”
“Why not?” asked he.
“Because, Bertie, you don't want to make a stable boy out of him. He has too many possibilities. For one thing, he's good looking.”
Samuel flushed scarlet and dropped his eyes. He felt again that penetrating gaze.