When she saw her father she told him briefly that she
had entertained a visitor, and expressed her utter loathing of him in
terms so strong that he was obliged to check her. He did not want a
quarrel with any of Isaac's friends.
Mr. Thomas, having returned to the college, did not delay to
communicate by mysterious hints to his colleagues that he was on
visiting terms with a most delightfully charming person, and sunned
himself deliciously in their bantering congratulations. About three
weeks afterwards he thought he might safely repeat his visit; but he
was in a difficulty. He was not quite so stupid as not to see that,
the next time he went, it ought to be when her father was present,
and yet he preferred his absence. At last he determined he would go
about tea-time. He was quite sure that Mr. Coleman would not have
returned then; but he could assume that he had, and would propose to
wait for him. He therefore duly presented himself at half-past five.
"Good-evening, Miss Coleman. Is your father at home?"
"No, not yet," replied Pauline, holding the door doubtingly.
"Oh, I am so sorry;" and, to Pauline's surprise, he entered without
any further ceremony.
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