guest, and added, "I want you to help me hunt him up for Mrs. Pasmer.
Now, Mrs. Pasmer, you're not to think it's the least trouble, or anything
but a boon, much less say it," he cried, turning to the deprecation in
Mrs. Pasmer's face. He turned away from it to acknowledge the smiles and
bows of people going out of the place, and he returned their salutations
with charming heartiness.

In the vestibule they met the friends they were going in search of.




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