"What did you wish?" said Brett idly.
Powers could be very courtly and old fashioned.
"My dear boy," he said, "I fancy that I wished for you just what you wished for yourself."
Before this they had never spoken about her to each other.
"I didn't know that you knew," said Brett. "Thanks."
They shook hands. Then Brett broke into his gay, happy laugh.
"That," said he, "is why you have to pay for dinner for Mr. Callender and me."
"Are we to dine?" asked Powers, "before attacking the Merrimac?"
"Always," assented Brett, "and we are to dress first."
The two young men rose and went into the house, Powers resting his hand affectionately on Brett's further shoulder. It was so that they had come off the field after striking out Harvard's last chance to score.