"You bet it won't."
"Wait and see."
"That's too ridiculous!"
Stover, feeling his anger gaining possession of him, rose abruptly.
"How can it be otherwise?" said Gimbel, persisting.
"Next year the only outsiders you'll see will be a few bootlickers who'll attach themselves to you to get pulled into a junior society. The real men won't go with you, because they don't want to kowtow and heel."
"We'll see."
"I say, Stover," said Gimbel abruptly, as Dink, for fear of losing his temper, was leaving. "Now, be square. You've come to me frankly—I won't say impertinently—and I've answered your questions and told you openly what we're going to do. Give me credit for that, will you?"
"I don't believe in you," said Stover, facing him.
"I know you don't," said Gimbel, flushing a little, "but you will before you get through."