Benet's for breaking one of the known rules of the college.
At this moment a quiet voice said, "How do you do?"
She raised her tearful eyes. Geoffrey Hammond was standing by her
side. He gave her a kind glance, shook hands with her and stood by her
window uttering commonplaces until Priscilla had recovered her
self-possession. Then, dropping into a chair near, he said abruptly:
"I saw you from the other end of the room. I was surprised. I did not
suppose you knew our hostess."
"Nor do I really," said Priscilla with sudden vehemence. "Oh, it's a
shame!" she added, her face reddening up woefully; "I have been
entrapped!"
"You must not let the people who are near us hear you say words of
that kind," said Hammond; "they will crowd around to hear your story.
Now, I want it all to myself. Do you think you can tell it to me in a
low voice?"
To poor Hammond's horror Prissie began to whisper.
"I beg your pardon," he said, interrupting her, "but do you know that
the buzzing noise caused by a whisper carries sound a long way? That
is a well authenticated fact. Now, if you will try to speak low."
"Oh, thank you; yes, I will," said Prissie. She began a garbled
account. Hammond looked at her face and guessed the truth.
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