‘Rex, do you want money?’ asked Greif. ‘You know I have plenty.’
In the eyes of a Korps student the want of cash appears to be the only ill to which flesh is heir. Rex smiled rather sadly.
‘No, I do not want money. I thank you, all the same.’
‘What is it then? In love?’
‘In love!’ Rex laughed. ‘I would tell you that soon enough,’ he added carelessly. ‘No—it is a more serious matter.’
‘If I can be of no use to you—’
‘Look here, Greif,’ interrupted the other, ‘we have grown to be good friends, you and I, during this term. You are going away, and I may never see you again. You may as well know why I fraternised with you so readily. I have had your friendship so far, and if I must lose it, I may as well lose it at once.’
Greif opened his bright eyes and stared at his friend in considerable astonishment. He thought that he knew him well, and he could not imagine what was coming.
‘I do not see what could happen to cause that,’ he answered.
‘Do you remember that evening when you first came to my rooms?’