"I have been looking all over the place for you.

I came down with a lot of our fellows, but Betty has paired them all off for tennis.

There are the Kestons, I must go and speak to them." But Malcolm had him by the arm.
"Wait a moment; '"no hurry!" said the Carpenter.' I suppose you brought the Jacobis with you." Then Cedric's face clouded again.
"Oh, Jacobi came right enough--there he is, talking to David--but Miss Jacobi had a bad sick headache, and he would not let her come." "I am sorry to hear that," returned Malcolm; and he was sorry, for his cleverly-devised plan had been frustrated.
"She was sorry too, poor girl," went on Cedric in a vexed voice.

"She had been so looking forward to the Bean-feast ever since Betty's invitation arrived.

It is my belief that Jacobi is to blame for the whole thing, for he was rowing her in her room like anything last night.