V.

"With Mr. Mavering, of course!" exclaimed Mrs. Saintsbury: "I might have
known it." Mrs. Pasmer would have given anything she could think of to
be able to ask why her friend might have known it; but for the present
they could only fall upon each other with flashes of self-accusal and
explanation, and rejoicing for their deferred and now accomplished
meeting. The Professor stood by with the satirical smile with which men
witness the effusion of women. Young Mavering, after sharing the ladies'
excitement fully with them, rewarded himself by an exclusive moment with
Miss Pasmer.

"You must get Mrs. Pasmer to let me show you all of Class Day that a
Senior can. I didn't know what a perfect serpent's tooth it was to be
one before. Mrs. Saintsbury," he broke off, "have you got tickets for
the Tree? Ah, she doesn't hear me!"

Mrs. Saintsbury was just then saying to the elder Mavering, "I'm so glad
you decided to come today. It would have been a shame if none of you
were here." She made a feint of dropping her voice, with a glance at Dan
Mavering. "He's such a nice boy," which made him laugh, and cry out--

"Oh, now? Don't poison my father's mind, Mrs. Saintsbury."

"Oh, some one would be sure to tell him," retorted the Professor's wife,
"and he'd better hear it from a friend."

The young fellow laughed again, and then he shook hands with some
ladies going out, and asked were they going so soon, from an abstract
hospitality, apparently, for he was not one of the hosts; and so turned
once more to Miss Pasmer. "We must get away from here, or the afternoon
will get away from us, and leave us nothing to show for it. Suppose we
make a start, Miss Pasmer?"

He led the way with her out of the vestibule, banked round with pots
of palm and fern, and down the steps into the glare of the Cambridge
sunshine, blown full, as is the case on Class Day, of fine Cambridge
dust, which had drawn a delicate grey veil over the grass of the
Gymnasium lawn, and mounted in light clouds from the wheels powdering
it finer and finer in the street. Along the sidewalks dusty hacks and
carriages were ranged, and others were driving up to let people
dismount at the entrances to the college yard. Within the temporary
picket-fences, secluding a part of the grounds for the students and
their friends, were seen stretching from dormitory to dormitory long
lines of Chinese lanterns, to be lit after nightfall, swung between the
elms. Groups of lad