“Oh, yes,” said Lancaster.  “He is our president.”

“I never met him,” said she, “but he was a classmate of my husband, and I have often heard him speak of him.  And now for my errand, Captain Asher.  Isn’t it about time you should be wanting to see your niece?”

The captain’s heart sank.  Did she intend to send Olive home?

“I always want to see her,” he said, but without enthusiasm.

“But don’t you think it would be nice,” said the lady, “if you were to come to lunch with us to-morrow?  It was to ask you this that I inquired for you at the toll-gate.”

Now, this was another thing altogether, and the captain’s earnest acceptance would have been more coherent if it had not been for the impatience of his mare.

“And I want you to bring your friend with you,” continued Mrs. Easterfield.  “The invitation is for you both, of course.”

Dick’s face said that this would be heavenly, but his mouth was more prudent.

“It will be strictly informal,” continued Mrs. Easterfield.  “Only myself and family, three guests, and Olive.  We shall sit down at one.  Good-by.”

Mrs. Easterfield was entirely truthful when she said she was glad to meet the captain.  Her anxiety about Olive and Claude Locker was somewhat on the increase.  She was very well aware that the most dangerous thing for one young woman is one young man; and in thinking over this truism she had been impressed with the conviction that it was not well for Mr. Claude Locker to be the one man at Broadstone.  Then, in thinking of possible young men, her mind naturally turned to the young man who was visiting Olive’s uncle.  She did not know anything about him, but he was a young man, and if he proved to be worth something, he could be asked to come again.  So it was really to Dick Lancaster, and not to Captain Asher, that the luncheon invitation had been given.

The appointment with the Glenford dentist had made it necessary for her to leave home that afternoon.  To be sure, she had sent the Foxes with Olive and Claude Locker upon the drive through the gap, and, under ordinary circumstances, and with ordinary people, there would have been no reason for her to trouble herself about them, but neither the circumstances nor the people were ordinary, and she now felt anxious to get home and find out what Claude Locker and Olive had done with Mrs. and Mr. Fox.

CHAPTER VIII

Captain Asher is not in a Good Humor.

The next morning was very bright for Captain Asher; he was going to see
Olive, and he did not know before how much he wished to see her.

When Dick Lancaster came from the house to take his seat in the buggy the sight of the handsome suit of dark-blue serge, white shirt and collar, and patent-leather shoes, with the trousers hanging properly above them, placed Dick very much higher in the captain’s estimation than the young man with the colored shirt and rolled-up trousers could ever have reached.  The captain, too, was well dressed for the occasion, and Mrs. Easterfield had no reason whatever to be ashamed of these two gentlemen when she introduced them to her other visitors.