Chastened in spirit, he asked for Katharine at Roble. She had gone to Mrs. Stillwell's on the Row. He went again at night, calling late that she might have her packing finished for the morning steamer.
By diplomacy, arranged beforehand with the door-girl, he got her downstairs. There was only a trace of reserve in her manner when she told him that she had all her packing yet to do, and that she couldn't walk about the Quad even once; there was more than a trace of embarrassment about him when he pleaded something very important.
"Perhaps I know what it is," said she.
"More than likely you don't," he persisted; "anyhow, I deserve a chance to explain."
Katharine went down the steps with him.
"Well?" she said, on the walk outside.
"What do you think I want to say?" He was not so brave now.
"The same thing that I have in my mind, that our little arrangement would better end. I have got my very first condition through wasting time on a foolish josh, and I don't believe you've been doing good work lately."
"They gave me two of 'em."