"I warn you, Mr.Hathaway, that you have been quite justifying the Reverend Mother's doubts about your venerable pretensions.
Everybody is staring at you now." Paul looked up mechanically.

It was true.

Whether from some occult sympathy, from a human tendency to admire obvious fitness and symmetry, or the innocent love with which the world regards innocent lovers, they were all observing Yerba and himself with undisguised attention.

A good talker, he quickly led the conversation to other topics.

It was then that he discovered that Yerba was not only accomplished, but that this convent-bred girl had acquired a singular breadth of knowledge apart from the ordinary routine of the school curriculum.