“I hope it won’t be,” replied Mr. Dean gravely. Then after a moment he said: “Do you feel under any obligation to say anything about the matter to Professor Worthington?”
“Oh!” said Lester. “To tell the truth, I hadn’t once thought about that.”
“Of course, as things stand, you’re receiving credit for work that you didn’t do, and David is not receiving credit for work that he did. Not that David cares, I imagine. To make a clean breast of the affair to a member of the faculty might result in your being severely disciplined; it might have serious consequences for you.”
“Yes,” Lester said; “I suppose that at the least I should be put on probation.”
“To avoid which you did the thing that caused all the trouble.”
Lester hesitated a moment; then he said: “I guess I’d better take my medicine. I’ll go and see Professor Worthington.” He rose. “You’ve been a great help to me, Mr. Dean. You’ve helped me to see things straight. I think it must be fine for David—having you at hand to turn to. Not that he needs such help as I do.”
“We can all of us help somebody else at some time or other,” replied Mr. Dean. “Do you ever go up to St. Timothy’s, Lester?”
“I haven’t been there for some time.”
“Take a Sunday off and run up there. It does every one good to revisit old scenes and see old friends.”