"Humph!" returned Foster.
Cope had hung up the receiver to turn toward Lemoyne and to say: "I really
ought to have gone."
"Wait until I can go with you," Lemoyne insisted, as he had been insisting
just before. The still unseen man of Indian Rock was again the subject of
his calculations.
"You've been asked," Cope submitted. "He has been very friendly to me, and
I am sure he would be the same to you."
"I think that, personally, I can get along without him," the other muttered
ungraciously to himself.
Aloud he said: "As I've told you, I've got the president of the dramatic
club to see tonight, and it's high time that I was leaving." He looked with
intention at the desk which had superseded that old table, with ink-stained
cover, at which Cope had once worked. "You can use a little time to
advantage over those themes. I'll be back within an hour."
Lemoyne had entered for Psychology, and was hoping that he now enjoyed the
status necessary for participation in the college theatricals. But he was
relying still more on a sudden defection or lapse which had left the
dramatic club without a necessary actor at a critical time.
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