“Fancy that! I dare say you’re a regular shark at study, eh? Honor Man and all that?”
“Well, yes, I was Honor Man three terms last year and two the year before and one in my junior year. It isn’t hard, you know.”
“Do you go in for games at all? Tennis or golf or anything?”
“N-no, not now. I play tennis a little, but I haven’t done much at it since spring. There doesn’t seem to be much time.”
“Yes, but look here, old chap, tennis would do you a jolly sight more good than Whatshisname’s ‘Medieval History’!”
“I don’t feel the need of it, Ordway. You see I have gym work during the fall and winter terms and then in spring I go in for tennis a couple of times a week.”
“You need more than that. Look here, I’m out of football for a couple of weeks anyhow, Cathcart. What do you say we have a try at tennis some day? What hours do you have in the mornings?”
“I’m pretty full every morning but Thursday and Saturday,” replied the other doubtfully. “I wouldn’t be much of a fellow for you to play with, Ordway. I’m terribly stale. Fact is, I only do it in spring because I have to.”
“Oh, I’m no marvel, old chap! Anyway, that doesn’t matter, does it? We can have some sport. What time Thursday, now?”
Cathcart laughed. “Well, eleven to twelve, if you really want me to play.”