“No, it isn’t that,” David answered reluctantly. “She doesn’t know yet that I can’t come back.”
“It’s a matter, then, of very recent decision?”
“Yes. Just within a day or two I—I found it out.”
“Couldn’t you take me a little into your confidence, David?”
“It’s—it’s just that Lester Wallace and I aren’t on good terms any more,” David said. “And I can’t let his father go on helping me, even if he should be willing to.”
“Is that a necessary conclusion? Just because you and Wallace have had a falling-out that, I hope, will be only temporary—”
“No, Mr. Dean, it isn’t that. It’s more serious. After what has happened I simply couldn’t accept anything more from Dr. Wallace—I couldn’t, that’s all.”
Mr. Dean deliberated for a few minutes. “I’m very sorry that your friendship has been broken. But as to the other matter—has it ever occurred to you to doubt that it is Dr. Wallace that is sending you to St. Timothy’s?”
“Why, no; who else could it be?”