“Very blasé, probably,” thought Andy, with a sense of resentment.
He stood on the steps a moment as he came out, and then walked toward the Green, with its great elm trees, now looming mistily in the September haze.
Three churches on Temple street seemed to stand as a sort of guard in front of the college buildings that loomed behind them. Three silent and closed churches they were.
Up Chapel street walked Andy, and he came to a stop on College street, opposite Phelps Gateway. Through the gathering dusk he could make out the inscription over it:
LUX ET VERITAS
“That’s it! That’s what I came here for,” he said. “Light and truth! Oh, but it’s great! Great!”
He drew in a long breath, and stood for a moment contemplating the beautiful outlines of the college buildings.
“Oh, but I’m glad I’m here!” he whispered.
Other students were pouring through the classic gateway. Andy crossed the street and joined them. Already lights were beginning to glow in Lawrance and Farnam Halls, where the sophomores had their rooms. Andy could see some of them lolling on cushions in their window seats. Yale blue cushions, they were.
He passed in through the gateway, his footsteps clanging back to his ears, reflected by the arch overhead. He emerged onto the campus, and started across it toward Wright Hall, with its raised courtyard, and its curtained windows of blue.