“You know what it means.”
“Well, I can’t be in much worse than I am. I’ll straighten up after a bit. No lectures to-day.”
“You’re going the pace,” observed Andy. It was not said with that false admiration which so often keeps a man on the wrong road from sheer bravado. Andy was rather white, and his lips trembled.
“It does seem so,” admitted Dunk, gloomily enough.
“Any more water there?” he asked, presently.
“I’ll get some,” offered Andy, and he soon returned with a pitcher in which ice tinkled.
“That sounds good,” murmured his roommate. “Was I very bad last night?”
“Oh, so-so.”
“Made a confounded idiot of myself, I suppose?” and he glanced sharply at Andy over the top of the glass.
“Oh, well, we all do at times.”