He had shown his good will on several occasions;
let that suffice. Or he may have thought (as young men have been found
capable of thinking) not at all: other concerns, more pressing and more
contemporaneous, may have crowded them out of his mind altogether.
"I wonder if it's sensitiveness?" asked Randolph of Foster. "His chum
didn't go away in the best of good odor...."
"Settle it for yourself," returned Foster brusquely. "And recall that you
have an office--and might have office-hours. Still, if you insist on asking
me----"
"I don't. But you may speak, if you like."
"And if you will consent to be fobbed off with a short-measure answer----"
"That's right. Don't say all you think."
"Then I would put it somewhere between indifference and ingratitude. Nearer
the latter. We know the young."
"I don't feel that I've done so very much for him," said Randolph, rather
colorlessly.
"You were inclined to."
"H'm, yes. I could have opened up avenues that would have made his year
here a very different thing. Perhaps he didn't realize what I could do. And
perhaps he found me too old."
"Shall you attend the convocation?"
"I go usually.
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