When Peter came into his office one afternoon a couple of weeks after the Yale game he found Pat sitting at his desk waiting for him.
"I'm through," said Pat.
"What's the matter?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, they're through with me. They've fired me."
Pat looked across the desk expectantly awaiting a question. Peter didn't ask it. "I'm sorry," was all he said.
"You know about it. I suppose you must have the letter from the dean by now. It took me three days getting back from Cambridge."
"I don't know anything about it. You can tell me if you want to."
"Well, I got fired the worst way. It wasn't just flunking courses. I didn't even mean to do it. Not ahead of time anyway. It just sort of happened."
Peter waited and then suddenly he remembered his interview with Miles years ago, the day he came to the office in bandages and was never offered a chance to tell about it. A question would be kinder.
"What happened, Pat?" he asked.