Gerald waited with fast-beating heart. Dan had come after him! Why had he done that unless—unless he did care, after all? Perhaps, though, the Faculty had sent him to bring him back. Gerald hardened his heart again. He heard the elevator door open and then quick steps came along the corridor. Thomas held aside the curtains.
“Mr. Vinton,” he murmured.
“Hello, Dan,” greeted Gerald. He tried to speak carelessly, but his voice trembled in spite of his efforts. He got up leisurely from his chair and leaned against the table, smiling, awaiting Dan.
Dan crossed the room briskly, his watch in his hand. The time was five minutes to four.
“Hello,” he replied in business-like tones. “Have you unpacked your things yet?”
“Why, yes.”
Dan turned. Thomas, who had lingered discreetly at the door, was just disappearing.
“Wait a bit,” called Dan. “What’s his name?” he asked Gerald.
“Thomas,” replied Gerald in surprise.
“Thomas, will you please pack Mr. Gerald’s suit-case again as soon as you can? [He’s going back with me on the five o’clock train.]”