She endeavoured to put him out of her mind. But his mere existence disturbed her. She was not accustomed to tobacco, for instance ... and it was disconcerting to find him in her favourite corner of the library or occupying the writing-table that no one had seemed to use but herself. He appeared to have forgotten that he had snubbed her and was unquenchably friendly. She found herself being pleasanter than she intended, but she made it a point of honour never to agree with him. That, at least, she owed herself. She watched him furtively, alert for justification of her ill-humour. She told herself that it would be easier to be nice to him if everybody else did not fuss over him so.... It was ridiculous to see how Jean, especially, brightened at the sight of him.... He was good to her, certainly: she was argumentative, without being shrewd, but he never lost patience, as Alwynne, in secret was inclined to do. Even Alicia, so stoutly the head of her household, submitted every difficulty, from an unexpected legacy to a dearth of eggs. And he would sit down solidly and think the matter out. And his advice, from a flutter in rubber to pepper in the chicken pail, would be followed literally, and generally, Alwynne admitted, with success. But she jibbed furiously when the sisters began to consult him about her personal affairs. "Roger, don't you think that Alwynne----?" But here Roger was invariably offhand and non-committal. Curiously, however, this attitude, correct as it was, did not appease Alwynne. But she was forced, at least, to admit that he could, on occasion, be tactful. The last week of the term had begun. Alicia, at breakfast behind the coffee urn, was making her plans. "It's a busy week. The Swains want us to go to lunch, Jean, only we haven't a day before Sunday, have we? At least--there's Tuesday; it's only the dress-rehearsal. I can get out of that. Alwynne can represent me." She nodded benevolently. There was a slight pause. Roger, glancing up, stared openly. Alwynne had turned as white as paper. Her words came stickily. "Cousin Alice, I can't. I mean--I'd rather--I don't want to go much, if you don't mind." Alicia blessed herself. "But, my dear! Why not? I thought you'd be looking forward----Oh, I suppose you've watched it so often, already." "No--I haven't seen it; I'm afraid rehearsals bore me----" Alwynne broke off with an attempt at a light laugh. "But you've been up to Compton so much," Alicia's tone was reproachful. "I should have thought you would have been sufficiently interested----" "Oh, I am! Only--you see I've got letters to write--to Elsbeth----" "Well, you've got all the week to write in! Are you so afraid of being bored? Compton wouldn't be flattered. We rather pride ourselves on our acting, you know! My dear, we're expected to go--must give the performers some sort of an audience to get them into training for the night. You ought to understand, of all people! Don't you ever give plays at your school?"