"That can wait."
"I say, Regan," said Stover suddenly, "would you mind doing the waiting over at our joint?"
"Why should I?"
"Why, I thought," said Stover, not saying what he had thought, "I thought perhaps you'd find it more convenient at Commons."
"Is that what you really thought?" said Regan, with a quizzical smile.
The man's perfect simplicity and unconsciousness impressed Stover more than all the fetish of enthroned upper classmen; he was always a little embarrassed before Regan.
"No," he said frankly, "but, Regan, I would like to have you with us, and I think you'd like it."
"We'll talk it over," said Regan deliberately. "I'll think it over myself. Good-by."
Stover put out his hand instinctively. Their hands held each other a moment, and their eyes met in open, direct friendship.
He stood a moment thoughtfully, after they had parted. What he had offered had been offered impulsively. He began to wonder if it would work out without embarrassment in the intimacy of the eating-joint.