"I am going with Regan for the summer—slumming it, I suppose some would call it; Tom calls it getting real education. We're going down to work among men who work, to know something of what they think and want—and what they think of us. It appeals to me tremendously. I want to have an all-around point of view. There are so many opportunities coming now, and I want to grasp them all—learn all I can. What do you think?"
"It is a splendid idea, just the thing for you now. It will broaden you," she said, with a determined bob of her head. "Why doesn't Bob ever bring Regan around? He sounds interesting."
"Don't know—he sticks by himself. You can't move him. Bob's told you about the four of us rooming together?"
"Yes."
"I wonder—"
"What?" she asked as he stopped.
"Did you suggest to Bob what he said to me this afternoon?" he said point blank.
She looked at him troubled and undecided, and he suddenly guessed the reason.
"Oh, won't you trust me enough to tell me," he said boyishly, "if you did?"
She looked into his eyes a moment longer.