universe in the contour of a leaf; he saw the secret of a
professor's character in the way he had built out his whiskers to
hide an absolute lack of chin and to give the impression that a
formidable chin was there. He told her stories of life on his
father's farm that made her laugh, other stories that made her
feel like crying. And--he brought out the best there was in her.
She was presently talking of the things about which she had
always been reticent--the real thoughts of her mind, those she
had suppressed because she had had no sympathetic listener, those
she looked forward to talking over with Dumont in that happy time
when they would be together and would renew the intimacy
interrupted since their High School days.

When she burst in upon Olivia her eyes were sparkling and her
cheeks glowing. "The air was glorious," she said, "and Mr.
Scarborough; is SO interesting."

And Olivia said to herself: "In spite of his tight clothes he
may cure her of that worthless Dumont."



VI.

"LIKE HIS FATHER."


Scarborough soon lifted himself high above the throng, and was
marked by faculty and students as a man worth watching. The
manner of this achievement was one of those forecasts of the