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Molly at the “ Mitre.” - 51 one’s own little hopes and ambitions,” said the young man, rising and holding out his hand. He had come so full of happiness to tell Molly something of all that was in his mind; perhaps to give her some hint, intangible enough, but that the Molly of last summer would have understood, of what “taking a good degree” meant for him. ‘Must you be going?” Molly asked, looking nonchalantly out of the window. “Won't you stay till Jack and Harry Hayward come and fetch us to tea?” “I hoped you would have come to me. I spoke to Verey about it, but he told me Hayward had been beforehand,” said Ransome, waving his last little flag of truce. “You were so deep in your degree, you see,” Molly replied. “Well, good-bye, Mr. Ransome. I suppose it is unnecessary to wish you ‘Good luck.’ In such a serious matter, you will prefer relying on your own exertions. How very superior you will feel as you sit burning your midnight oil to-night to us who are ‘frivolling’ at the Worcester Féte ! 7 “ Are you going to Worcester and back to town afterwards?” “We sleep here, and go home the first thing in the morning. Aunty and Flo can’t be persuaded to give up another day of their beloved Season.” ‘Then I shall not see you again?” ‘*T suppose not, if you’re not to be tempted out to-night. Are you not likely to be down at Coombe in the long vacation?” “J think I am going to take some fellows somewhere to read ? ” “Well, if you will insist upon being wiser than the ancients, you will miss a lot of fun. There’s going to be all sorts of rejoicings when Harry Hayward goes home for good.” “Whether he passes or not ?” “Oh, yes; I don’t think old Mr. Hayward will know the difference.” “And you do not care?” ‘Not particularly.” ‘* Good-bye, Miss Verey.” “ Good-bye, Mr. Ransome.” “Who was that?” asked Lady Bussell, waking up as George Ransome shut the door not quite so carefully as he had opened it. “Mr. Ransome, eh? Poor Molly! have you had to entertain him all alone? that was too bad. I thought you were chattering with Harry Hayward, and this is such a ridiculous number of the Jay/air, it kept me quite interested. I never read these Society papers except by chance or on a journey, and I think it a perfect waste of money and only an encouragement to a great deal of foolishness to buy them, but certainly they are very clever sometimes. I suppose Mr. Ransome saw I was absorbed, and Flo—sound asleep, I declare!” When once Lady Bussell began talking, everybne else might go off duty. That was fortunate for Molly, for she Had a queer, choking: comicbooks.com