"I wanted to." Story was opposite, his face blocked out in sudden shadows from the standing lamp, that accentuated a certain wistful, pensive quality it had. "I enjoy being by myself. It gives me time to think and look around me."
"Are you going out for anything?" said Stover, wondering a little at the impression Story had made already, through nothing but the charm and sincerity of his character.
"Yes, I'm going out for the News next month, and besides I'm heeling the Lit."
"Oh, you are?" said Stover, surprised.
"But it comes hard," said Story, with a grimace. "I have to work like sin over every line. It's all hammered out. Brockhurst is the fellow who can do the stuff."
"Do you know him at all?"
"He won't let any one know him. I've tried. I don't think he quite knows yet how to meet fellows. I'm sorry. He really interests me."
"That's a good photo of your sister," said Stover, who had held the question in leash ever since his entrance.
"So, so."