Stone went almost immediately and the room-mates were left alone. McCarthy came back whistling, and irrelevantly went to his bureau, parting his hair with methodical strokes of the brush.
"That was real white of Stone to come up and tell me," he said quietly.
"Yes."
"Well, we'll go on with that geometry now."
He came back and sat down at the desk quite calmly, as if a whole outlook had not been suddenly closed to him.
Stover, cut to the heart, watched him with a genuine thrill. He rose, drew a long breath, walked to the window, and, coming back, laid his hand on his room-mate's shoulder.
McCarthy looked up quickly, with a little flush.
"Good grit, old man," said Dink, "darned good grit."
"Thank you."