When Frank rapped on the door of Morgan’s room, the freshman calmly invited him to come in. He was sitting on his trunk, with various articles scattered about in confusion. Appearances indicated that he had contemplated a hasty flight from New Haven.
“Not going to leave us?” Frank asked, dropping into the chair to which Morgan pointed.
“No! What made you think so?”
“This array, or, rather, disarray.”
“Merely getting some things together for the laundry.”
He smiled in his pleasant way and really was so cool that Frank could not help admiring him.
“I think I’ll close the door,” said Frank, stepping over and shutting it. “I came up for a little talk.”
Dade did not get off the trunk.
“It is a bit cool in here. I ought to have done that myself. You’ll pardon me.”
“Perhaps you can guess what I want to say?”