“You are, eh? Well, if you can go within ten minutes, I shall be ready.”
“Say fifteen,” said Helen, turning to meet Lloyd Rushbrook, the Beau Brummel of the college, who came claiming a dance.
Larry at once went in search of Jane to tell her of his engagement with Helen Brookes, but could find her nowhere, and after some time spent in a vain search, he left a message for her with his hostess. At the head of the stairs he found Helen waiting.
“Oh, hurry, Larry,” she cried in a fever of excitement. “Let's get away quickly.”
“Two minutes will do me,” said Larry, rushing into the dressing room.
There he found Scudamore pacing up and down in fierce, gloomy silence.
“You are taking her home, Larry?” he said.
“Who?” said Larry. Then glancing at his face, he added, “Yes, Scuddy, I am taking Helen home. She is apparently in a great hurry.”
“She need not be; I shall not bother her any more,” said Scuddy bitterly, “and you can tell her that for me, if you like.”
“No, I won't tell her that, Scuddy,” said Larry, “and, Scuddy,” he added, imparting a bit of worldly wisdom, “campaigns are not won in a single battle, and, Scuddy, remember too that the whistling fisherman catches the fish. So cheer up, old boy.” But Scuddy only glowered at him.