I will see who it is.

Mrs.Jones doesn't always hear 'em.

I sometimes think she is ruther hard of hearing." As she fluttered out of the room, the professor gasped: "I'm in a perfect sweat already! I'd rather face a battery! I wonder if she will propose?
It's leap year, and she may." Then he suddenly started to his feet, with an exclamation of surprise and anger, for he heard Professor Scotch's hoarse voice in the hall.
"Confound it!" exclaimed Jenks.

"What's brought him here to-night?
I don't understand this." In came Nancy, and Professor Scotch was close behind her.
"It's so good of you both to call!" gushed the widow, girlishly.
"We'll have a real lovely little chat." Professor Scotch started back as he caught sight of his rival, and the two glared at each other.

Then Scotch growled: "You here ?" "Yes, sir," squeaked Jenks, defiantly.