Vice-Chancellor's party?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, but of course you will be there! The Hoopers are quite sure to
bring you. It's at St. Hubert's. Some old swell is coming down. The
gardens are terribly romantic--and there'll be a moon. One can get away
from all the stuffy people. Do come!"

He gave her a daring look.

"Good-bye," said Constance again, with a slight decided gesture, which
made him move out of her way.

In a few moments, she and her maid were lost to sight on the crowded
pavement.

Falloden threw back his head and laughed, as he and Lord Meyrick pursued
the opposite direction. But he said nothing. Meyrick, his junior by two
years, who was now his most intimate friend in the Varsity, ventured at
last on the remark--

"Very good-looking! But she was certainly not very civil to you, Duggy!"

Falloden flushed hotly.

"You think she dislikes me? I'll bet you anything you please she'll be
at the party to-night."

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