[“You’ll wish you hadn’t been so smart,” he sneered], “before I’m through with you.”
[“‘You’ll wish you hadn’t been so smart,’ he sneered.”]
Arthur shrugged his shoulders indifferently and Harry closed the door quietly behind him.
[CHAPTER XX]
HARRY GETS REVENGE
An evening in the company of his roommate didn’t appeal to Arthur, and so after supper that night he went across to Clarke and climbed the stairs to 28. Gerald was alone, for Alf and Paul Rand had called a few minutes before and lugged Dan away to Cambridge Society. He didn’t look to be oppressed by loneliness, however, for Arthur discovered him sprawled comfortably in an arm-chair with the last issue of The Scholiast in his hands. He tossed this aside, however, when the guest appeared.
“Hello,” he said, “what’s the matter with you, Arthur? You look pretty mad about something.”
Arthur smiled dejectedly as he seated himself on the window-seat and nursed his knee. “Not mad,” he replied. “Merely disgusted. If it weren’t for the calendar I’d say this was Friday the thirteenth.” And Arthur enumerated the buffets dealt him by fate that day, ending up with an account of his quarrel with Harry.