“You may tell him it won't be your fault that I'll never be a credit to Verden University.”
As he walked across the campus to his fraternity house James did not feel that his call had been wholly successful. With him he carried a picture of his cousin's thin satiric face in which big expressive eyes mocked his arguments. But he let none of this sense of futility get into the report given next day to the Chancellor.
“Jeff's rather light-minded, I'm afraid, sir. He wanted to branch off to side lines. But I insisted on a serious talk. Before I left him he promised to think over what I had said.”
“Let us hope he may.”
“He said it wouldn't be my fault if he wasn't a credit to the University.”
“We can all agree with him there, Farnum.”
“Thank you, sir. I'm not very hopeful about him. He has other things to contend with.”
“I'm not sure I quite know what you mean.”
“I can't explain more fully without violating a confidence.”
“Well, we'll hope for the best, and remember him in our prayers.”