he might have of value in her eyes.  He found nothing.  It was a novel and painful experience; and it bred in him a certain anger; he became merely stubborn.  He declared to himself, with an oath, that he would gain her; and he pulled up his horses viciously at the station rack.  This, too, hurt her; she exclaimed faintly at the brutally drawn bits.  A man hurried forward to take her bag, and then, in a blowing of horn, a harsh exhaust of steam, she was gone.  A last, hurried impression of her delicate profile on a small pane of glass accompanied him back to Myrtle Forge.  There his mother regarded him with an open concern.  “Something’s on your mind,” she declared.  “I passed your door at midnight, and there was light under it.  I’ve often told you about sitting up late.”

“I’m getting along,” he replied lightly.  “You fail to do justice to the weight of my increasing majority.  But, in a little, you’ll be astonished at my renewed youth.”  He became serious in speaking, conscious of the new life Susan would, must, bring into his existence.

XVIII

Since he had declared himself so decidedly and at once, no hesitation was possible; he must, he was aware, move remorselessly forward in assault.  To sweep Susan Brundon into his desire, overwhelm her defences—­he called them prejudices but immediately after withdrew that term—­offered the greatest, the only promise of success.  An obliterating snow fell for the following thirty hours, and a week went by in the readjustment to ordinary conditions of living and travel.  But at the end of that period Jasper Penny left Myrtle Forge for the city, with a determined, an almost confident, mouth, and a bright, hard gaze.  Late afternoon, he decided, would be the best time for his appearance at the Academy.  And the western sky was a luminous, bright red when he passed under the stripped, uneasy branches of the willow trees to the school door.

Miss Brundon’s office, rigorous as the corridor of a hospital, had a table and uncompromising wooden chairs on a rectangle of bluish-pink carpet; a glowing, round stove held a place on a square of gleaming, embossed zinc, while the remaining surfaces were scrubbed oak flooring and white calcimine.  A large geographer’s globe, a sphere of pale, glazed yellow traced in violet and thin vermilion and cobalt, rested on an involuted mahogany stand; and a pile of text books covered in gay muslin made a single, decisive note of colour.

She kept him waiting, he felt uneasily, a long while; perhaps she had a class; but he felt that that was not the reason for her delay.  When she finally appeared in soft brown merino, with a deep fichu of old, dark lace, and black ribbons, she courageously held out a delightfully cool, smooth hand.  “At first,” she said directly, “I thought it would be better not to see you at all.  Yet that wasn’t genteel; and I felt, too, that I must speak to you.  Even at the danger, perhaps, of trespassing into your privacy.”