She smiled serenely while they shook hands, and sat down demurely by the
Professor's side.

"I thought you would have been translated to Olympus long ago," the
visitor said. "Have you honored this ordinary earth and our friend
Cheiron's cave, ever since?"

"Ever since!"

"There can be nothing left for you to learn. Master, it is you and I
whom she could teach," he laughed.

"How do you know all this?" asked Halcyone quietly, while her eyes
smiled at his raillery. "Do I look such an old-fashioned blue-stocking,
then?"

"You look perfectly sweet," and John Derringham's expressive eyes
confirmed what he said.

"Enough, enough, John. Halcyone is quite unaccustomed to gallants from
the world like you," the Professor growled. "If you pay her compliments
she won't believe you can really make a speech."

So Mr. Derringham laughed and continued his interrupted conversation. He
seemed in good humor with all the world. He was going to stay at
Wendover for the whole of Easter week. Mrs. Cricklander had an amusing
party of luminaries of both sides--she was the most perfect hostess and
had a remarkable talent for collecting the right people.