She was vexed and turned and ran away from me without another word and I felt a pang of regret as I went to the lonely and deserted home of the schoolmaster.
I had hoped that the Senator would ask me to dinner, but the coming of the President had upset the chance of it.

It was eleven o'clock.

Mrs.
Hacket had put a cold bite on the table for me.

I ate it--not to keep it waiting--and sat down with my eyes on my book and my mind at the Dunkelbergs'-- where I heard in a way what Sally was saying and what "Mr.
and Mrs.Horace Dunkelberg" were saying.
At twelve-thirty Mr.Dunkelberg came for me, with a high-stepping horse in a new harness and a shiny still-running buggy.

He wore gloves and a beaver hat and sat very erect and had little to say.
"I hear you met the President," he remarked.
"Yes, sir.