brothers and their girls, she and Hugh departed for a tour of the campus. The lawns were so green that the grass seemed to be bursting with color; the elms waved tiny new leaves in a faint breeze; the walls of the buildings were speckled with green patches of ivy. Cynthia was properly awed by the chapel and enthusiastic over the other buildings. She assured Hugh that Sanford men looked awfully smooth in their knickers and white flannels; in fact, she said the whole college seemed jake to her.
They wandered past the lake and into the woods as if by common consent. Once they were out of sight of passers-by, Hugh paused and turned to Cyn¬ thia. Without a word she stepped into his arms and lifted her face to his. Hugh’s heart seemed to stop; he was so hungry for that kiss, he had waited so long for it.
When he finally took his lips from hers, Cynthia whispered softly, “You’re such a good egg, Hugh boney, such a damn good egg.”
Hugh could say nothing; he just held her close, tiis mind swimming dizzily, his whole being atingle. For a long time he held her, kissing her, now ten¬ derly, now almost brutally, lost in a thrill of passion. Finally she whispered faintly: “No more, Hugh. Not now, dear.”
Hugh released her reluctantly. “I love you so damned hard, Cynthia,” he said huskily. ‘ I I
- an’t keep my hands off of you.”
