Читать книгу Two Weeks to Remember - Betty Neels, Бетти Нилс - Страница 2
“A very pleasant evening,” said the professor, and waited, his eyes on her face.
Оглавление“Why did you come?” It sounded a bit bold, but she wasn’t a girl to mince words.
“Ah, as to that I am not absolutely certain myself, so I am unable to answer you for the moment. Later perhaps?” He smiled gently down at her, and it struck her how nice it was for someone to actually look down at her. Being a tall girl, she was forced to dwindle into her shoes when she was talking to someone.
“Your father is something of a scholar. A most enjoyable conversation.”
She asked abruptly, “Have you any friends?”
“Oh, Lord! Too many—and I neglect them shamefully….”
She was so anxious to get to the bottom of his visit that she had forgotten to be shy.
“Well, as to that…a sudden whim, shall we say?” He held out a large hand and shook hers gently. “Enjoy your weekend,” he said in a noncommittal voice which told her nothing, and he went down the garden path to his car.
