He passed Goodhue on his way to the examination hall that afternoon, and Goodhue didn't remember him. The incident made George thoughtful. Was football going to prove the all-powerful lever he had fancied? At any rate, Rogers' value was at last established.
He reported that evening to Bailly:
"I think it's all right so far."
The tutor grinned.
"To-day's beyond recall, but to-morrow's the future, and it cradles, among other dragons, French."
He pointed out passages in a number of books.
"Wrestle with those until midnight," he counselled, "and then go to sleep. Day after to-morrow we'll hope you can apply your boot to a football again."
Mrs. Bailly stopped him in the hall.
"How did it go?" she asked, eagerly.
Her anxiety had about it something maternal. It gave him for the first time a feeling of being at home in Princeton.