"Well, thanks, Leonard. I'd like to, but I have a lot of work. Could you give me a rain-check?"
"Oh, surely. My wife was wishing you'd come around, but I know how it is. Some other evening?"
"Yes, indeed." He guided Fitch toward the dining-room door and nodded toward a table. "This doesn't look too crowded; let's sit here."
After lunch, he stopped in at his office. Marjorie Fenner was there, taking dictation from Pottgeiter; she nodded to him as he entered, but she had no summons to the president's office.
The summons was waiting for him, the next morning, when he entered the office after Modern History IV, a few minutes past ten.
"Doctor Whitburn just phoned," Marjorie said. "He'd like to see you, as soon as you have a vacant period."
"Which means right away. I shan't keep him waiting."
She started to say something, swallowed it, and then asked if he needed anything typed up for General European II.
"No, I have everything ready." He pocketed the pipe he had filled on entering, and went out.