“Well, the affair made much trouble for him. He was a Senior, and this was the last of several escapades that brought him into disfavor with the college authorities. He was suspended, lost his degree, and although he came back and took it the next year, he has felt rather bitter toward me ever since.”
“Toward you! I did not know he was a friend of yours!”
“Neither a friend nor an enemy. But it is true that he became my enemy because he heard that I had spread the report of his masquerade.”
“It was not you at all, Clarissa; it was I who first told who he was. I remember that distinctly.”
“Yes, but it was I who had the most to say about that Mr. Radcliffe affair of Somers Brown. Annabel always believed that I had something to do with that practical joke. She still believes, doubtless, that it was purposely played on her. Naturally, she feels annoyed. But I fear that her suspicions have carried her too far. However that may be, I know that my note-book was in her possession not so very long after this, and then—”
“And then followed that newspaper article! And you believe that she had nothing to do with publishing it?”
“I believe that she had less than you think.”
“Then you are more charitable than I could be.”
Beyond this Clarissa would say no more on the subject.