For a year and a half their friendship with the serpent existed over crossed swords. She recovered in health, but the routine of her life never wavered. The force of habit in connection with her mother, that the Professor’s tempestuous irritable habits should rule the house and that she should be kept quaking in a silence which must not be broken, could not be dispelled even by the diligent visits of Miss Meredith. Adelaide Maud drew off after the first encounter with the Professor. "I’m afraid that there will just have to be a tragic outburst every time Mrs. Clutterbuck says ’a new pair of shoes’ instead of ’a pair of new shoes,’" said she, "nothing can save her now." Soon the efforts of Dr. Merryweather were forgotten in the impenetrable attitude of the whole family. At the end of eighteen months, most of Ridgetown was collected one day for a river regatta at a reach a few miles up from the town. Every one of any consequence except Lance, as Betty put it, was present. They rowed in boats and watched the races, picnicked and walked on the banks. One wonderful occurrence was the presence of Mrs. Clutterbuck and the Serpent. Mr. Symington had appeared once more and done something this time to penetrate the aloofness of their existence. He had come once or twice to the Leightons’ with the Professor. The girls put this friend of their father’s on a new plane. He could be engrossed in talk with their father and the Professor, and yet not gaze past the rest of the family as though they were "guinea pigs." They now knew Mr. Sturgis well enough to tell him that he thought nothing more of them than that they were a land of decorative guinea pig. Mr. Symington, however, who had not seen them grow out of the childish stage, but had come on them one memorable evening when the picture of them, for a new person, was really something rather delightful to remember--Mr. Symington was immediately put on a pedestal of a new order. The difference was explained to Robin, who growled darkly. "It’s perfectly charming to be received with deference by the man who is splendid enough to be received with deference by our own father," explained Jean. "Don’t you see?" Robin saw in a savage manner. He had never been on this particular pedestal. With all his sister’s enthusiasm for Mr. Symington, he could see little to like in that person. Mr. Symington studied in lonely parts of the world the wild life an ordinary sportsman would bring down with his gun. He was manly, yet learned. Delightfully young, yet stamped with the dignity of experience. Robin in his presence felt a middle-aged oppression in himself, which could not be explained by years. He was particularly galled by his sister’s persistence in keeping near the Clutterbuck party on the Saturday of the river regatta. There were exciting moments of boat races, duck races, swimming competitions, and so forth. Then came the afternoon when everybody picnicked.