He turned back, glancing from the lights on the campus to the room he had left—a little splotch of mellow meaning on the somber cold walls of Divinity, and then turned into the emblazoned quadrangle of the campus, with its tinkling sounds and feverish, childish ambitions.
"Great heavens! and I went there as a favor," he said. "What under the sky do I know about anything—little conceited ass!"
He went towards his entry and, seeing a light in Bob Story's room, suddenly hallooed.
"Oh, Bob Story, stick out your head."
"Hello, yourself. Who is it?"
"It's me. Dink."
"Come on up."
"No, not to-night."
"What then?"