It was
better that the same roof should not shelter them both. He did not wish
to see Beth Woodburn again; and he just remembered that a friend of his
was going to vacate a room on the other side of the park. He would take
it early next week.
It was a week later, one afternoon, just before tea, that Beth and Mabel
Clayton were sitting in the drawing-room with Mrs. Owen.
"Do you know any of the girls over at the college who would like to get
a room, Miss Clayton?"
"No, but I might find some one."
"Mr. Grafton has moved out of his room for some reason, I don't know
what."
"Mr.--whom did you say?" asked Beth.
"Mr. Grafton. Did you know him? A tall, dark fellow! Goes to Victoria.
Quite good-looking!"
"Why, surely, can it be Arthur Grafton! That's just who it is! Why, how
funny we never met each other coming in and out!"
"Did you know him, Beth?" asked Mabel. "I met him once or twice in the
halls, but I didn't know you knew him."
"Yes, I have known him ever since we were children."
"Oh, then you have heard him play," said Mrs. Owens. "He played for us
Thanksgiving eve. He's a splendid musician."
Beth felt just a tinge of disappointment that night as she passed the
closed door of the room Arthur had occupied.
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