"Are you going, alma mater?
Don't let me drive you away!" He rose, nevertheless, to open the door for her; and Mrs.Errol went, somewhat with the air of one complying with an unspoken desire.
Nap came softly back and resumed his task.

"P'r'aps you will be good enough to refrain from referring to me again as the august lady's son," he said.

"She doesn't like it." "Why not ?" said Anne in astonishment.
He glanced up at her as if contemplating something.

Then, "You see, the benign mother is not over and above proud of me," he drawled.

"If it were Bertie now--well, I guess even you will admit that Bertie is the flower of the flock." His manner mystified her, but it was not her way to seek to probe mysteries.