“Say? I didn’t say anything, I just looked, and wondered if the exams had gone to my brain.”
“Didn’t he do anything?”
“Why, of course not; what did you suppose he’d do? Tell me that he’d changed his shirt? I could see that for myself; heaven knows I almost dropped dead!”
“Well, you certainly didn’t just sit there staring at the man, did you?”
“Sit there? If I’d sat there another second, I’d have yelled in his face. I crashed out of the room and exploded in the hall. I came over here to find you.”
“Do you mean to say he’s in your room yet, waiting?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,—I wouldn’t go back to look for gold and precious stones.”
“What do you suppose he thought?”
“Lord, I don’t know,—I don’t care what he thought! What do you suppose I thought?” Wolcott laughed.
“But if you ran out of your room that way, and laughed in the hall, as you say you did, he must have known you were laughing at him,” said Haydock, gravely.