He led the way into the dining-room and seated Sam beside himself.
"Is that your brother, Brown?" asked Bates, a classmate who sat opposite.
"Yes," answered Brown. "Do you think he looks like me?"
"He seems more intelligent," said Bates.
"Thank you. I owe you one."
"There's something about his left eyebrow that reminds me of you," said Bates, reflectively. "Yes, I should know he was your brother."
"I never saw him before," continued Brown. "He's been traveling ever since he was a baby, but this morning witnessed his happy restoration to my arms."
Sam listened to this chaffing with amusement. He relished it better than a discussion which followed upon the relative merits of two Greek authors which the students had been occupied with since entering college. This talk seemed very dry to Sam, whose previous life had hardly fitted him to take an interest in such subjects.
The dinner, however, he did relish, and did not fail to do justice to it.
"I think, Sam," said Brown, as the dessert came on, "that there is one society you will like better than the Alpha Zeta."