"
His face grew a trifle flushed.
"I'm not afraid," he said, as coldly as it was in him to speak; "but I'll
leave him the field."
She turned and looked at him.
"The field?" she asked, with puzzled eyebrows.
"Yes."
Then she frowned for an instant, and then a species of thought-ray
suddenly flew across her face and she burst out laughing.
"Why, I do believe," she cried merrily, "I do believe you're jealous of
the man at the door."
"Weren't you speaking of a man in the drawing-room?" he asked, all her
phrases recurring to his mind together.
"No," she said laughing; "I was speaking of my footman. Oh, you are so
funny."
The way the sun shone suddenly again! His horizon glowed so madly that he
quite lost his head and leaning quickly downward seized her hand in its
little tan driving glove of stitched dogskin, and kissed it--reins and all.
"I'm not funny," he said, "it was the most natural thing in the world."
She was laughing, but she curbed it.
"You'd better not be foolish," she said warningly. "It don't mix well with
college."
"I'm thinking of cutting college," he declared boldly.
"Don't let us decide on anything definite until we've known one another
twenty-four hours," she said, looking at him with a gravity that was
almost maternal; and then she turned the horse's head toward home.
CHAPTER SIX - THE OTHER MAN
That evening Burnett felt it necessary to give his friend a word of
warning.
"Holloway's going to take Betty in to-night," he said, as they descended
the tower stairs together.
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