After a few further remarks on the subject of Hamilton College, she gracefully took her leave. As she stepped from the hall to the veranda, she encountered the same young woman she had met on her way into the house. This time the girl was seated in one of the porch rockers. Her eyes, as they fixed themselves on Marjorie, looked more unfriendly than ever. Marjorie caught the hostile import of this second prolonged stare. "What a hateful face that girl had," she thought, as she continued down the walk. "I don't recall ever having seen _her_ before. I'd certainly have remembered that face. Perhaps she's a relative of Doctor Matthews. She seems to be quite at home." Returned to Wayland Hall, Marjorie's first act was to go to Lucy's room to give her Miss Humphrey's message. This time she found Lucy in but alone. "Where's Ronny?" she inquired, after she had explained to Lucy the registrar's present difficulty, "I haven't seen her except at meals for two days." "She's out with Leila and Vera waiting for the election returns. They are anxious to find out if Phil won." "Hope she did," was Marjorie's fervent wish. "You can never guess in a thousand years to whom I was talking this afternoon." "I'm a poor guesser. You'd better tell me," Lucy said in her concise fashion. "All right, I will. It was President Matthews." Lucy's greenish eyes turning themselves on her in astonishment, Marjorie laughed, then went on to relate the circumstances. Lucy listened with the profound interest of a wise young owl. "What do you think of him?" she asked reflectively, when Marjorie had finished. "Does he seem the kind of man that would do a person an injustice? I'm thinking of Miss Remson now." "I thought of her, too, while I was in his office," Marjorie responded. "No; he doesn't appear to be anything but broad-minded and just. Still, we mustn't forget that his name was signed to that letter." "Did you see his secretary?" Lucy quizzed. "She is over at his house some of the time. He is usually at Hamilton Hall until one o'clock in the afternoon, then he goes home. I understand he transacts a good deal of college business at his home office." "I didn't see anyone but the maid who answered the door and the president. Oh, I'll take that back. I saw a girl coming out of the house as I was going up the steps. When I came out I saw her again. She was sitting on the veranda. She had such a disagreeable expression. I noticed it particularly the second time I saw her." "Describe her," Lucy tersely commanded. Marjorie complied, giving a fairly good description of the stranger. "That girl----" Lucy paused impressively, "is the president's secretary." "Really?" Marjorie's brown eyes opened to their widest extent.